How does a hitherto sexually vanilla young white man discover he's actually a kinky submissive black-muscle worshipper? I guess everyone learns these things about themselves in different ways at different times. So how did it all begin for me? Well, I really don't know if my being aged twenty-nine at the time made me a youthful prodigy or a late bloomer, but one thing's for sure, my journey into submissive self-discovery began with a thunderbolt from the blue.
I was visiting the city for a work-related course, and found the hotel gym was actually quite nice. I worked out in there a couple of times each day over the course of the week. It wasn't the biggest of gyms, but modern and spacious enough. And it had a quiet, laid back vibe, not too busy all the time. And they didn't have music blasting out. They let you decide for yourself if you wanted something via your own earphones. And I appreciated that. Sometimes I work out to music but usually I like the peace and quiet. I like to let my thoughts run, and I enjoy hearing the weights clack and thud.
A few times earlier on in the week I noticed an attractive older black woman working out in there. Mid-forties or thereabouts. Obviously been bodybuilding for a long time. Muscled. Sleek. Powerful. Her dark, sculpted physique perfectly accentuated by the matching two-piece kits of shorts and sports bra in fluorescent orange, pink or green she wore on different days.
Obviously, I tried not to stare, but I have to admit it was difficult to stop my gaze returning to her. I just tried not to be too blatant about it. It was about the fourth or fifth time I saw her that we found we were the only two people in there. And it felt comfortable. And again the next time too, one morning. And that morning was the time we first acknowledged each other with a nice courteous greeting.
And it was that evening, with a couple of others working-out here and there, that after a while she called over to me and asked if I'd mind spotting her a few presses. I told her I certainly didn't mind and went over to join her. She had such a bright, beautiful smile, and an air of great gracefulness of soul. She also possessed an undeniable latent poised power and finely tuned agility in her well-defined physique.
"I'm Marion," she told me.
"I'm Sebastian. Seb, please. My friends call me Seb."
"You have some nice definition forming, Seb," she observed, pointing at my arms.
"Thanks," I said. "You look amazing."
"Thank you very much," she said, beaming that radiant smile at me.
I was desperately trying not to ogle as she got into position for her bench presses, but it was impossible to simply ignore her attractiveness and the vigorous allure of her physical presence. After helping her, she returned the favour and gave me a few tips as well. Then we just shot the breeze for a while as we warmed down. She told me she was only in town for the week as well, running some seminars for her company. She was a Senior Clinical Pharmacologist, which made my administrative job seem a bit bland. But there was certainly nothing bland about Marion. I actually felt quite dizzy and weak-kneed being near her. And I really enjoyed her company. She was very easy to be around, with a confident, sunny personality.
Towards the end of the week, on the evening before the last day of my course, there were initially a handful of people about in the gym, including Marion, but then the other people left, and there was no-one else about, leaving just Marion and I alone together in the serene, peaceful space again. We partnered up again for a while, as we'd got in the habit of doing as the week had progressed, and then we each did our own thing for a bit. She eventually began her warm-down while I was doing some forward lunges with dumbbell extensions.
"Hey, Seb," she called over after she'd finished on the treadmill.
I placed the dumbbells on the floor and stood up straight. She motioned me over and I walked across to her. She studied me as she drank from her bottle. Then she smiled and threw her towel at me.
"Would you dry me off?" she asked.
I grabbed hold of the towel and felt my jaw drop. I stood there like an idiot, stunned and unable to respond. "Of course," I finally managed to mumble as nonchalantly as I could, although I'm sure there was a noticeable tremor in my voice.
I turned her towel over in my hands, feeling the softness. Marion turned her back towards me and I reached out and slowly wiped her broad glistening shoulders. I couldn't believe I was actually being permitted to touch this magnificent woman. I glanced around nervously but no-one else was about by then.
"Well, Seb, thank you for this. I like the feeling of having someone wipe me down. Know what I mean?"
"Sure. You're very welcome, Marion," I replied, trying to calm my nerves so as not to rush and yet trying not to linger too conspicuously either.
Through the soft fabric of the towel my hands smoothed over her compact triceps and round to her biceps on each arm and down over her thick forearms in turn. The strength evident in her beautifully developed physique was exhilarating. An erection grew quickly and prominently in my shorts.
"And my legs, please," Marion said.
With a flick of my hand I pulled the front of my shorts to accommodate my hard-on as I knelt on one knee. And from behind her where I knelt I carefully and respectfully, whilst struggling to quell an excitable nervousness making my hands tremble, wiped down her right thigh, front and back, and smoothed seamlessly down and around over her calf and shin. I think I might have stopped breathing for a moment, out of sheer fear of giving away my excitement. My heartbeat was absolutely thundering through me.
I moved to Marion's left leg, again wiping smoothly and methodically down her right thigh, front and back, and then down over her calf and shin. When I'd finished, Marion turned round to face me and I stood, concealing my arousal at first by holding her towel in front of my loins.
