Training
Not to sound like a bitch but, athletics and team-sports have never really been my thing, I guess I'm just not into the whole 'competitive' part. However, staying in shape has always been important to me. I think it's more the
competitive
part of sports that never really appealed to me, I feel like working out and keeping healthy is more of a personal thing to me.
After graduation, having already decided to defer the fall semester and begin school in the Spring, I begged and begged my parents for a personal trainer to help me stay fit, so finally they gave in, and I met Jorden.
He knows just how to push and motivate me, how to keep up that drive in me, not to mention the fact that it's nice to know I get the complete undivided attention of such an attractive young guy several hours each week. Plus, I love the way he rests his hands on my shoulders while I lift the dumbbells to the side and the way he holds my waist during my planks. My favorite is the way he holds my wrist as he checks my pulse, occasionally saying he might get a better read by feeling it in my neck.
Clearly I find him quite attractive both physically and in the way he makes me laugh or when we talk, and something tells me that he's likes me too, as more than just a means to a paycheck.
One particularly warm afternoon, I adorn my usual blue sports bra and corresponding tight shorts. I tie my dark hair back in pig tails (that I happen to know Jorden finds very cute) and that subtle nude chapstick gloss. I run my laps up and down the stairs several times until he puts out an arm like a gate barrier before a rail road crossing to stop me and catch me. The two of us smile, blushing as we chuckle, and he checks my heart rate with two gingers on my throat. I always wonder how he keeps count when his eyes keep shifting about my form.
Lifting his head, Jorden utters, "I think I shouldβ" reaching out to my neck, but before he finishes,
"Me too," as we hurriedly pull each other in close as we kiss. His entire hand wraps around two thirds of my throat, mine covering on a third of his, as my spare hand cautiously moves down his body, resting at his hip. Jorden does the same, though not as prudently, which I deem fair in my mind, seeing as how his hands have been numerous places on my body in the past month already.
Our kissing soon escalates to more as we make out in the summer warmth. My careful hand drifts down his shorts to his thigh for two or three minutes then carefully moves inwards. His own hand crawls onto mine, interweaving our fingers, and guiding mine between his legs to his well-pitched tent.
I gasp against his lips, gently rubbing, his hand slipping down my hip to my thigh. "I wouldn't mind if your hand moved higher," I mutter, so he counters, "and I wouldn't mind if you rubbed harder. A little groping wouldn't be so bad either."
Smiling against his lips I mumble, "You naughty boy," and he bites my lip in response.
In the blink of an eye, Jorden turns us, holding me to the worn oak rail, my breath catching in my throat as his hand very slowly complies. Jorden's head is buried so deep into the crook of my neck that I can't see straight, especially with his fingers now tapping along my slit through my shorts, part of me (who am I kidding, ALL of me) hoping he notices my lack of panties. "Jorden, I--" meekly protesting as he gradually renders my skin numb, "Jorden, I really think we might want to take this inside, don't you?"
"Sloane, this is your backyard. Are you afraid someone might see us or something?" he asks.
"No, it's not that, it's just..." my hands pressing heavily onto his chest, swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, "I don't think you know how many times I've imagined what you'd look like in my bed," and, taking a step even closer, he utters,
"Probably not as many times as I've wondered what those boobs look like out of their cage," deeply kissing me to appeasement.
His mouth continues on with any part of my skin it wants as I gently cross my arms, tucking my fingers under my scant top and the two of us tenderly peel it up and over my head. "Holy ffff...they're incredible," he mumbles, marveling at my rack.
I tuck my hand under his chin, raising his head, then whisper, "They'll look even better in my room,". I cover them with my hands in faux modesty, then trot back up the steps, smiling as I hear his foot falls behind me.
Taking Jorden by the hand, I lead him down the short hall to my bedroom, the sight of him finally physically in the doorway overwhelming me and causing me to wrap my arms around his neck, licking or peppering anywhere from his face to his shoulders with my lips. Eliminating the height difference, he grabs me and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist, like it was a dance we'd done a thousand times before, tucking a toned arm under my ass whilst he stumbles us to my bed.
Clumsily sitting on the bed, Jorden turns, allowing me to slide back, my legs dangling over his as he wastes no time in tearing off my shorts. Those fierce brown-hazel eyes gleaming at the sight of my cleanly tended pussy. I keep the nominal triangle bush trim just because I like the way the little bit of pubic hair looks. Jorden yanks me forward on the edge of the bed, dropping to his knees, and jerking my leg over his shoulder.
I struggle to prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he sets to work! I feel my pulse racing as his hands hold her thighs apart. My heart rate accelerates the moment his breath reaches my pussy! "Hmmmph, oooh, mmm" I whimper at the tongue flailing wildly in my vagina. Jorden's tongue plows straight up my labia and all over my clitoris to my small fur patch. I clench the sheets, riotously moaning! "Urrrmmph, yes right there, right there baby," I mutter, reaching down and burrowing my fingers in his hair as he serves my pussy the greatest pleasure it has ever known and wanted so much! My breathing is broken and shallow at best between breathless moans for more. Retracting his tongue, he stares into my eyes with that tricksy naughty gleam.
One more deep sultry breath and he starts to fuck me hard, thumb flickering my clit ruthlessly. The pleasure is blinding and I can barely breathe! My hips pitch wildly against his mouth as I doggedly pursue that sensuous peak! Licking like a madman, I can feel Jorden yearning for my maiden orgasm as well! Within seconds I'm callously humping his face, my vulva no longer under my control!