My New Trainer 4

Going to the gym every weekday morning is a difficult routine, but I started a few years back to help blow off some steam and stay active. I never took it too seriously, and never considered myself a gym-guy, but I lost a few pounds and felt more flexible and it helped a lot with my confidence. When my old gym closed downI knew I had to find another place to work out right away or else I was never going to be able to keep the routine going. Thankfully I found one of those little 24 hour fitness places close to my house and signed up for a membership. It wasn't the big, fancy gym with lots of machines and equipment that I was used to at this point, but mostly I was disappointed about the people. My old gym was usually full of interesting folks getting their exercise in.

As a guy with a sneaker fetish, I missed getting to see all the women in their workout shoes. In fact, I used to have to run to the locker room mid-set because a girl with some nice kicks would start stretching in front of me and I couldn't lift with an erection. At least at this new place, my workouts would be shorter and I wouldn't be interrupted as much.

After one day of exercise in the new, small storefront gym, I knew I needed to hire a trainer. Working out at 6am by myself was too boring. I went on the website and saw that there was only one trainer available during my usual time slot, named Julie. I scheduled her for 3 times a week, starting right away. The next morning, I got up and got ready for the gym as usual. I decided to get dressed there, even though it was very small and there was only a single unisex changing room with a shower, and a single unisex bathroom. It was only big enough for about 2 people to be in the whole gym at a time.

There were a few small locker cubbies that I'd throw my clothes in while I worked. I didn't know if it would be a leg day, so I grabbed my Nike running shoes but I also threw in my black hightop Converse. I loved any excuse to work out in my Chucks. I got to the gym a few minutes before my time and got changed. I stored my regular clothes and my Chucks in one of the little lockers and started stretching. I was distracted by the TV showing the morning news when I heard the door ding and turned around. My jaw nearly dropped.

Julie was a goddess. Tall, around 6 foot, with lightly tanned skin and long light brown hair that had a big streak of pink, she was also in incredible shape. Her arms were toned and slender but still showed clear muscle, and her legs, thighs, and butt were all tight and round. She was wearing baby blue bike shorts that showed off her muscle and a tight black cropped workout top and sports bra. Most importantly, to my delight, she was wearing black hightop Converse with some white socks sticking out the top. With a smile she introduced herself and set her bag down near the lockers.

Julie didn't waste any time. We immediately started a difficult stretching routine while she asked me about my fitness goals. It was hard to focus on her questions when I was distracted by her ass and her sexy sneakers.

"I think I have a good idea now," she said after grilling me for a few minutes. "We'll start easy today and work our way up, and see how you feel. Most importantly, I tell all my clients that they should think of me as their partner. I'm not here to bark at you, and when we work out we do it together. I do everything you do. That will give us both breaks and help demonstrate form and stuff." I told her that sounded perfect. She then proceeded to spend the next hour kicking my butt. Despite her claim that we were starting off easy, I was drenched in sweat and struggling to finish every set. Julie, on the other hand, looked like she was barely warmed up. I was in awe of her fitness, and sometimes found my form slipping because I would catch the gleam of the white toecap of her Chucks out of the corner of my eye and get distracted. When we finally finished I was dead.

"That was a great start!" she said cheerfully. "I'm going to take a quick shower. I know that was a lot for you, but you pushed yourself and I'm really proud. Cool down and keep stretching and drinking water." I nodded, taking another big swig from my bottle. I watched as she strolled over to the lockers and pulled out her bag. My eyes widened as she reached down and deftly untied her sneakers, loosened the top few laces, and kicked them off. My dick had been half swollen for the entire workout, but I felt it begin to grow as she lifted her shoes and casually stashed them in her locker. She took her bag and walked in just her socks across to the changing room and shower and I heard the water turn on just after the door shut.

Those Converse in the locker called to me in a way I can't describe. I ached to feel them, touch them, even smell them. I wasn't into foot stink but something about a girl that gorgeous made me positive that her shoes would smell exquisite. I looked once more at the door to the shower and crossed the room in a few strides. The lockers in this gym don't have locks, since they're just meant for you to store your stuff while you're here and then take it when you leave. As silently as I could I lifted the latch, carefully opening the locker door. There they were. Based on the color of the rubber and wear of the soles I supposed they couldn't be more than a few months old. The Chuck Taylors were exactly how I liked them, broken in enough to show that they're worn regularly, but still well taken care of and clean. Julie probably only wore them to the gym and even then probably not every day. I touched the canvas and it was still warm and a little damp.

The smell of the rubber and canvas was overpowering. The heat and sweat didn't make them stinky, it just made the natural smell of the shoe stronger, and my dick was rock hard. I gently touched the rubber and caressed the toes. I ached for more but I didn't know what kind of time I had, and this was still a public gym. Still, my cock was unmistakably hard in my shorts and I couldn't be seen with a fully pitched tent. With a groan, I placed her shoes carefully back in the locker and shut it. I quickly moved over to my own locker and grabbed my own pair of black hightops. They were only about one size bigger, but I was never quite as turned on by my own shoes. Still, they would do for now.

I rushed to the single bathroom with my shoes and freed my boner from my shorts and underwear. I plunged my face into my sneakers and began frantically pumping my dick with my fist. In my head I just pictured Julie stretching, reaching down and grabbing the toes of her Chucks, her round ass sticking toward me as she ran her hands over her sneakers. It took no time at all for my whole body to spasm and a rocket of cum to splatter onto the sink and mirror. I swore a little louder than I'd intended, but I had to let 4 or 5 more jets spurt out before I could collect myself. I grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning up my mess. It was only a quick jerk-off, but still, the orgasm had been intense and I was still a little shaken by it.

When I finally exited the bathroom I noticed too late that I couldn't hear the shower anymore. Julie had just come out of the changing room and was drying her hair and walking toward the lockers. She'd changed into some short jean shorts, a white tanktop, and a peach blouse. She was also now wearing another pair of Converse! These were white lowtops that definitely looked like she wore them every day.

"Are those my shoes?" she said, looking confused, eyeing the pair of black hightops in my hand that I couldn't hide.

"Uhhh, no, these are mine," I replied, frantically trying to think of a reason for why I'd had them in the bathroom with me. Just then, she reached the locker and opened it to see her own pair inside, along with her phone, wallet, and car keys.

"Oh!" she said with a relieved chuckle, "sorry, duh. I didn't realize you had those with you. You should wear them next time! We're doing legs and All Stars are great for your form." I was still panicking internally but she didn't seem to question what I'd been doing. She threw her hightops in her bag and shut the locker. "See you Wednesday!" she said cheerfully with a wave as she walked out the door. I let out a massive sigh of relief and got my bag out to shower and change.

The morning of our next appointment couldn't come soon enough, and on Wednesday I showed up 15 minutes early, ready to go. As requested, I had my black Chucks laced up tight, and I was excited to see what Julie had in store for me. She arrived looking as hot as ever. I actually groaned out loud when I saw through the window that she was wearing yet another pair of fresh Chucks. This time they were bright blue Chuck 70s that looked delicious with some striped white socks, powder pink bike shorts, and an oversized white tee.

"I wore my Chucks today!" I said, somewhat nervously. I felt my dick pulse and start to swell. It was a mistake to bring them up this early but I'd been thinking about her shoes for 2 days.

"Love them!" Julie replied excitedly, turning her foot to show off her own sneakers. "The only shoes I wear. Perfect for what I have in mind today." It turned out that what she had in mind that day was a lot of lifting heavy weights. I was immediately exhausted. Thankfully she was true to her word. Whenever I'd finish a set we would trade places and she would complete the same set. I got a break and an excuse to watch her shoes flex and her muscles pop. She was gorgeous and feminine but when she strained for an exercise she revealed just how strong she really was.

Near the end when my legs felt like jelly she announced, to my relief, that we were going to finish up with ab work. She instructed me to lay down on my back and pull my feet in. She handed me a few hand weights and told me to start doing sit-ups. Then she knelt in front of me and put her hands on my sneakers, holding my feet down the way we used to do in elementary school gym class.

The thought of her hands on my Converse was like throwing gasoline on the embers of my horniness. I was nearly fully hard by the time I finished and was grateful that with my knees up my rod wasn't that obvious. "Whew, good work, switch and then we'll be done." she said brightly, laying down and putting her feet toward me. I gulped and looked down at her Chucks. They were shiny and soft and my cock throbbed. I tried to play it casually, and reached down and held her feet. My fingers felt the warmth of her through the canvas and it took everything I had not to caress them. The way they wiggled and struggled as she pushed against me to do her sit ups was just turning me on more. I looked down imagining my cock between those shoes. I even lost count and she had to say my name to snap me out of the daze.

"Oh, shit, sorry, got lost there." I said, embarrassed. "This one kicked my butt." I added. She laughed.

"That's good! You're pushing yourself. Keep doing that. You'll be amazed what you can do."

She stood up and got a drink of water. She did a few quick stretches that included lots of bending over and making her round ass pop even more, which I enjoyed, then once again undid the laces on her Chucks. I sat, pretending to be stretching, and watched as she tossed the shoes in the locker and pulled out her bag. I licked my lips, knowing the opportunity that I had. As soon as the door shut and the shower turned on I jumped up and ran to the lockers. I grabbed her blue hightops and closed the locker door as quietly as I could. I tiptoed as quickly as I could to the bathroom and shut myself inside. I immediately took another deep whiff of her shoes. These had a different scent than the ones the day before, since they were Chuck 70s and not classic All Stars, but it was still intoxicating.

My dick was an iron rod that I quickly pulled out, dropping my gym shorts and kicking them off over my own sneakers. The toecap of the left shoe looked too tantalizing and I stuck it straight in my mouth. The blue shoe blocked most of my vision and filled my mouth while I licked at the ridges on the front. These shoes must have been especially clean, and all I tasted was rubber. I began losing my self control at that point and the feel of the other shoe in my hands became too much. I couldn't resist the urge to open up the tongue of the right sneaker and plunged my dick inside. It was still warm, and a little damp, but that had just softened the feeling of the inside and I began fucking the shoe recklessly. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I looked ridiculous, one shoe jammed in my mouth while I thrust my cock into the other, but something about it pushed me over the edge.

I had planned on pulling out and aiming for the toilet but it felt too good and an hour's worth of leg workout caught up to me in that moment. I felt my knees weaken and I stumbled toward the hand rail right as I felt myself pour a load of cum into Julie's Converse. I whimpered as my balls tensed over and over. I spat out the other shoe and yanked my dick out. It was still dripping a little and I narrowly avoided making a mess on the outside. Not that it mattered, because the inside was slathered in white creamy jizz.

"Fuuuuuuccckkkkk" I whisper-screamed. I could still hear the shower running in the next room. I frantically grabbed paper towel and toilet paper and started stuffing them inside. It took a few wads, but I was able to get all of the liquid cum out of her sneaker, but there was nothing I could do about the stuff that had already soaked in. "Shit," I said aloud, knowing my time was short. It was as good as I could do in that moment. I yanked my shorts back on and ran out into the gym. I was just closing the door to Julie's locker when I heard the water turn off in the shower and I busied myself at my own locker. A minute or two later the door opened and Julie emerged, this time in white hightop All Stars, black leggings, and a gray cropped hoodie. It was the fourth pair of Converse she'd worn now in only 2 sessions. "You really don't wear any other shoes, do you?" I asked cheekily. She beamed at me

"No way, why would I wear anything else!" Once again she posed her foot to show off the shoe. I was just unlacing my own and I stashed my hightops in my locker. She walked over and pulled her own Converse out of her locker. I held my breath for a second, wondering if she'd notice how wet the right one was. She didn't seem to react at all and just tossed them in her duffel bag. I hoped the smell of my sweat was covering the smell of my cum, because my dick was still a mess.

Julie was cleaning up some of the workout equipment, wiping down the benches and putting away the weights, when I got in the shower. By the time I was done she was already gone. My socks were so sweaty that I stuck my feet in my sneakers barefoot. I just had to walk home so it wasn't worth fully changing. It was a weird feeling. The inside of my Chucks were more damp than I'd expected. I must have sweat extra hard. I thought about the inside of Julie's Chucks too. It was too close a call, I told myself, but I was already dreaming of what shoes she'd wear next.

I got my answer first thing Friday morning. A small part of me was nervous that she wouldn't show up, perhaps having found the mess in her workout shoes the session before. Thankfully, right on time I heard the door chime ding and turned to see her strolling toward me wearing bright red hightop Chucks, tight black workout shorts, and a white sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she had a backpack over one shoulder in addition to her usual duffle bag.

"Ready to finish the week strong?" She asked with a smile as she walked toward her locker. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Absolutely!" I said truthfully. I knew that only an hour of hard work stood between me and the chance to play with those beautiful red sneakers.

"Good," she said, "because today is going to be the hardest yet. We leave it all on the field on Fridays. It's going to be tough but this is how we make your dreams come true. And if we get through it well I have something fun we can do for our cooldown." My filthy brain chuckled at that. Her Chucks were all the reward I needed. Sure enough, the next 45 minutes were the hardest I'd ever worked. Even Julie looked like she was getting tired.

We went through arms, chest, back, and abs. We did the sit-ups again and I got to feel her red hightops, and another exercise where we had to lay down with our head between the ankles of the other person standing, lift our feet up, and have the standing person push our feet toward the ground. It was an intense ab exercise and I was so sore I didn't even fully appreciate how much I got to touch her Converse while we did it, and watch her touch mine.

Finally we got to legs. Box jumps, dead lifts, calf raises, all killed me. Every time I'd start to falter Julie would coach me up. "Focus, you got this, deep breaths, don't quit. We're in this together," she'd say. I tried to return the favor when it was her turn to lift but I don't think she needed it as much. "Okay last set, I'll go first to show you how it's done." she explained. It was an intense version of squats with a very heavy barbell. She made it look easy enough but when it was my turn I knew I was in trouble. "It's only 10," she said, clapping her hands. "I'll count them down for you. Ten!" I went down and back up slowly. "Nine, you got this."

"Eight, keep breathing"

"Seven, that's it,"

"Six, you're doing great,"

"Five, that's it you're halfway,"

"Four, after this is the fun part,"

"Three, you're gonna make your dreams come true,"

"Two, finish stroooong,"

I faltered on the last one. It was so heavy and I could feel my legs screaming

"One, come on, come on, get this one up and I'll let you cum on my sneakers!"

What???

That last sentence gave me such a jolt that I forgot how hard it was. With a rush of adrenaline I lifted the weight to the top one last time and immediately dropped it. I stared at Julie with confusion and fear.

"YES! You did it!" She cheered, and put both hands up for a double high-five. I gave it to her without thinking, still in disbelief of what I'd just heard. "I'm so proud of you! Now as promised, I've got a fun activity for cooldown. Some stretching, a little cardio, like I said, your dreams coming true." She was beaming at me with her beautiful smile and dazzlingly white teeth. I still wasn't sure that I'd heard her correctly on that last set. I was a little lightheaded. She had turned toward the lockers and grabbed the large backpack she had come in with.

"What did you say?" I finally managed to stammer out.

"You heard it right!" She said as she returned, "I'm going to make you cum on my Chucks! Oh don't look so surprised," she added, seeing the look on my face, "I know how you stare at them, I know you were stealing them when I was in the shower. That's why I brought this!" She lifted the backpack and turned it over. I had just enough time to notice the Converse logo on the bag before a torrent of shoes poured out and thudded on the floor. It had to have been 5 or 6 pairs of Chucks that now lay around our feet. I noticed the black hightops and blue 70s she'd worn for our first two sessions, plus the white highs and white lows she'd worn afterwards. There were also gray hightops and mustard yellow 70s. "I have almost a hundred pairs at home now, but I thought I'd bring a selection of the ones you've noticed so far." she said matter of factly.

"Now hurry up and get your cock out, this will be fun!" I was still in shock but I felt myself slowly lowering my shorts and underwear and my cock sprang out to attention. I was standing in the middle of the gym and felt very exposed. "Oooh very nice," Julie said, rubbing her hands together. "Let's get started." She kicked away a few of the shoes on the ground and cleared a spot for her to sit. She propped herself up on her elbows and lifted her legs in the air in my direction.