"Don't you think it's only fair? I mean, I look good for you don't I? You know women my age don't have a body like this without working for it." Miss Amber fell to her knees and pulled my boxers down, revealing all six and a half inches of me, fully hard and craving release. "I bet you would look so hot. Don't you wanna look hot for me. Don't you wanna satisfy me?"
She took me into her mouth with the grace of an angel, swallowing the entirety of my cock down her throat. She made it look so easy, plunging and pulling me into her mouth, gliding me along the warm wetness of her tongue. She looked up to me, eyes pleading, begging me to agree to her terms. And I was in no position to deny her.
"Yes, I'll do it," I grunted. "I'll do it for you Miss Amber. Anything you want."
She smiled, and gifted me with a lover's kiss on the tip of my cock before finishing me in her mouth. She gobbled up every last drop of pleasure I fed her, and as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, and my body shook, for a few brief moments I was nothing but eternal bliss.
II.
The locker room was mostly empty, save for a lone guy washing his hands, which I was grateful for. I wasn't quite accustomed yet to the locker room atmosphere, to changing around other people under the bright lights and sterile smells. It reminded me of high school gym class, which I'd rather forget. But I was quickly realizing that no one gives a shit. Well, unless you're an old man with no shame who walks around with his dick out, which, to my displeasure, happened more often than I expected. And even then people didn't say anything.
It's funny
, I thought as I undressed. J
ust a few months ago I never would have imagined myself in a place like this.
At first just stepping foot in the gym was enough to make me anxious with thoughts of self-doubt. I was already self-conscious about my body, always had been. I was a naturally thin guy, so the prospect of being surrounded by bulging biceps and tight abs intimidated me, made me feel small and inadequate. But I pushed through those negative feelings, guided by the hope of Miss Amber, and the longer I forced myself to do it the easier it became, until eventually going to the gym was a normal part of my routine, and I looked forward to loosing myself there four times a week.
It of course didn't hurt that the gym was full of eye candy, and my eye wandered like a kid at a candy store. Naturally half of the members were women, and a good portion of those women had the kinds of bodies the others were working hard to obtain. It was extremely difficult not to stare between sets, especially at those who were comfortable enough to work out in nothing but a sports bra and tight yoga pants. There was one girl in particular who really caught my eye, a blonde haired beauty with the kind of tanned athletic body and curvaceous booty that stopped both men and women in their tracks, and she knew it, often stopping to admire herself in the mirror in between sets of squats. I thought about attempting to spark a conversation with her, which is something I never would have dreamed of considering mere months ago, but I was intimidated, and besides, gym etiquette told me not to hit on women at the gym, so I never went through with it.
I did however make a gym buddy, a short, slightly portly Puerto Rican man named Luis. We met after he innocently asked what exercise I was doing, and soon we began casually working out together whenever our schedules happened to coincide. He was slightly older than me, and was working through many of the same issues of self-worth and confidence that I was dealing with, only he didn't have someone like Miss Amber to coach him through them. So he talked, and I listened, and I did my best to share some of the same wisdom she had imparted unto me. It was actually really helpful to have someone to talk and listen to; it helped me better process and internalize my own feelings. In a way the gym had become a form of therapy, of both body and mind.
This day had been an especially therapeutic workout, and I left the gym feeling great. I had bench pressed one hundred pounds for three full sets; a new personal record. It was the greatest feeling in the world, knowing I had pushed myself beyond my own expectations. I was going to be really sore for the next few days, but I didn't mind; in fact I enjoyed it. It was just my body telling me I was making progress. And I was making progress fast, building muscle at a rate I hadn't anticipated. I guess that's what happens when you pick up a weight for the first time in your life.
"Have a great day!" said the receptionist as I headed toward the exit, flashing me that "come again" smile she had no doubt been trained to do. She was quite pretty, sporting a jet black pixie cut and a shiny silver nose ring in her left nostril.
"Thanks!" I flashed her a quick smile back as I walked out the door, where I was greeted by the thick wetness of summer hanging in the parking lot air, an unpleasant feeling multiplied by the sweat still clinging to my skin. I couldn't wait to get home and wash it off with a cold shower.
I arrived to find my father passed out in his recliner, having dozed off to a rerun of the old black and white Addams Family television show. This had become the new routine ever since he retired, and I didn't quite know how to feel about it. I don't think he knew what to do with all the free time he had, so naturally he began to fill that time with the comfort of nostalgia.
I quickly hopped in the shower, and for a while I just stood there, enjoying the cleansing relief of the cold water rolling down my face. Working out in days like this made cold showers an almost transcendent experience, and I always took my time to enjoy them.
I was drying myself off when I received a text message from Miss Amber. I had a pretty good idea of what to expect as I picked my pants up off the floor and pulled my phone out of the pocket.
You know the drill! Show me what you got :)
Right on schedule.
Miss Amber had been asking for progress pictures ever since I agreed to start exercising. She was holding me accountable, which was valuable because it allowed me to look back and see the changes in real time. Not to mention the whole ritual was sexy as hell, knowing that Miss Amber was looking at them, so I didn't mind one bit.
I threw my boxers on and took a selfie in the mirror, shocked by how good I looked. My arms had gotten bigger, my shoulders were thicker, and my pecs had filled out slightly. I could even see the faint outlines of my abdominal muscles developing. It was plain as day; my hard work was paying off. The frail boy I had once believed I was forever fated to be was fading away, day by day, replaced by something better but no less recognizable. I was looking stronger and more masculine, which consequently made me feel more attractive and boosted my confidence significantly. I eagerly sent the picture, and started getting hard imagining Miss Amber's reaction.
I was fully dressed and taking a short post-workout nap when she texted me back, and her response did not disappoint.
OMG you look so good. I can't wait to take a bite out of you ;) Keep it up! Proud of you!
This was just one way in which my relationship with Miss Amber had heated up in the days following our first night together. Now we were playing with each other on a whole new level. It started the following Monday, when she stole me aside in the staff lounge and had me lick that scrumptious pussy of hers. I of course was eager to please, and she rewarded me the next day by giving me a blowjob in the back of her car during our lunch break. And this is how it went on for a while every day at work, me going down on her one day, her sucking me off the next. Occasionally, on slower days, when she was feeling especially adventurous, she would hide me under the children's desk, daring me to make her come hard enough to risk getting caught. I could tell she really enjoyed this, because she was always wetter than usual, and quicker to bring to climax. Her appetite was insatiable, to the point where if exercising hadn't increased my already high libido I'm not sure I would've been able to keep up.
That was another benefit of working out. I found that I had a lot more energy and stamina, the kind I knew I needed if I wanted to make it to the end of whatever sexual adventures Miss Amber had in store for me next. My urges were more intense than ever, and she enjoyed teasing and taunting me about it. Whenever she sucked my cock she would challenge me to last longer than I did the last time, telling me that it was all over between us if I came before she said I could. Regardless of whether she meant it or not, I took her threats seriously, and it took all my effort to suppress the impulse to explode in her mouth as soon as I felt the desire to. But when she did finally give me permission, the wait was always worth it. My orgasms were absolutely incredible, and she always swallowed eagerly, never leaving a drop of evidence of our secret dalliance behind.
Frankly it was quite tortuous in certain aspects, but I never complained. By this point I knew Miss Amber's MO. This was just another one of her trials. She was a blacksmith, and I was the sword, and she was hammering and folding me in the fires of discipline and control, sharpening me for the sole purpose of fulfilling both our fantasies.
For as unrelenting as she was though, Miss Amber knew how to balance her efforts with her trademark tenderness. She always kissed me after making her come, licking the taste of herself off my lips with a deep and passionate stamp of approval that never failed to lift my spirits. Those moments made all the sexual angst she was putting me through worth it.
Things weren't all sunshine and rainbows for me however. Months earlier, in the beginnings of my tryst with Miss Amber, my father, tired of my procrastination and general apathy with finding a suitable university to attend in the fall, had taken the liberty of doing so himself. He spent all of his free time, of which he had plenty, researching, and eventually presented me with a handful of schools he thought would be suitable for me. Without giving it much thought I begrudgingly chose the closest one a few hours away, East Shores University, a midrange affordable college generic enough to suit those like myself who had no direction in life, but respectable enough that it would look good on a resume. My dad seemed pleased enough with the choice, but I was anything but. It felt like he had hijacked the trajectory of my life and taken the reigns himself, without giving me much say about it. Looking back now though I can't say that I blame him. I was indecisive, and wishy-washy, and it was sabotaging my future, so my dad had no choice but to push me out. In a way it was a lot like what Miss Amber was doing. Only way,
way
less fun.
