This story was written in conjunction with another writer called Chris otherwise known as 'Party.' This is our first collaboration. Enjoy and please leave some comments.
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The last thing that Erin wanted to do was to go to the gym for the third time that week.
Sure, her English husband Steve had purchased her a three month personal training package with one of his part-time co-workers, Eve, but that was two months and three weeks earlier. Now she'd shed five kilos and was looking tauter and was feeling better than she had ever felt since she met Steve when she was 22, seven long years ago.
Erin stared at the message on the screen with a tired sense of despondency that the visit of her post-lunch fatigue regularly left her.
'Special group session tonight to bring in the end of your contract. Bring your towel too because we've got the lap pool and spa booked.'
A swim would be nice after a group session, she thought, as she tapped in her response.
'Will there be champagne for the spa?'
'Maybe. That depends on how you handle the group class we have organised.'
All Erin hoped was that it wasn't a spin class. She hated those bikes.
'Not spin,' she texted back, 'I hate spin.'
'Let's just say, your head will spin.'
Erin was about to reply with 'That's okay then.' when Eve's last text for the day filled the screen.
'It starts at 9 tho, a bit later than usual. That's just the way it is with these guys.'
Erin hated the late classes. She particularly hated the late spin classes.
Considering that Steve was away for the night at a work safety conference though, the idea of heading to the gym and checking out all those buff guys, that many years earlier she would have tried her charms on, suddenly didn't feel like such a bad idea.
'No probs,' she replied. 'See you there.'
The gym sessions were, of late, becoming more of an excuse for Eve and Erin to gawk at the guys and discuss sex, than it was about the exercise.
Eve was one of the secretaries that shared the duties within the engineering department at the local council where Steve worked. To make some cash on the side she helped co-workers get fit, and when Steve was tired of Erin's constant complaining about feeling unfit, he signed her up.
Later that night she was in the changing room of the gym looking at herself in the full length mirror.
"Not bad," she thought to herself as she took in her new, firmer body. She was dressed in a simple vest top over a sports bra and tight fitting leggings. "I guess it has been worth it. Wonder what the special class is?"
As she tied her long brown hair into a high ponytail Eve walked into the changing room.
"Looking good sexy lady!" said Eve, slapping Erin lightly on the arse. "I'm sure James will approve."
"Stop it you!" answered Erin. "What if he hears?"
James was the personal trainer who had been working most with Erin. He was perhaps five or six years younger than she was, and the body you'd expect of a PT, and was pretty cute and just a nice person to boot. Erin had to admit that she had developed a bit of a crush on him.
"So what if he does?" said Eve, folding her work clothes.
"Well I'd be massively embarrassed for one thing! I mean, he's a lot younger than me, I'm married..."
"Interesting order you put those in."
Erin felt herself blushing. Why had her subconscious put the fact James was younger than her ahead of her being married! What would Steve think?
"Besides," continued Eve, "there's nothing wrong with a bit of flirting."
"But, I'm married!" protested Erin.
"So? I'm not saying fuck the guy, just flirt with him a bit. You think he's good looking right? Well just try out your feminine wiles on him for a bit of fun, like you must have done before you got married. It's your last class, enjoy yourself, make it one to remember for both you and him."
Erin bit her lip. "I guess I could flirt a little bit."
"Good girl. Now let's start by taking that vest top off."
"What?!?! But then I'd just be in my bra!!"
"And? So will I. Come on, it'll be fun to see the reaction of James and the others."
Erin looked at Eve as she stood there in her black sports bra and leggings. A moment later she stripped her vest top off to reveal her own burgundy coloured bra. The two of them left the changing room and headed to the class studio.
Forty minutes later and they were nearing the end of their combined Zumba/ Step class and were sweaty messes. Erin kept checking her bra to check that the sweat hadn't revealed anything it shouldn't have. She also kept checking out James, making eye contact and then looking away.
Eve had been right, it was fun flirting with him, although Erin was a bit confused as to why the only others taking the class with the two of them were five other PTs.
At the end of the class James came over to the two women.
"Hope you enjoyed your last class Erin." he said, touching her arm lightly. "See you up at the pool soon?"
His touch had sent tingles through her body. "Stop it woman, you're acting like a giddy schoolgirl!" she thought to herself.
"Yes, looking forward to it." she managed to say.
"Not as much as I am," he replied.
Erin felt herself blushing as she returned to the changing room with Eve. She changed into her one-piece swimming costume and turned to see Eve wearing a bikini that was hardly there.
"Christ woman," Erin said as she gazed up and down Eve's taut, thin body. "You're so hot."
"So are you, baby," Eve said, "I think all the PT's like you."
It was an opportunity to ask why they were all there, and she took it.
Eve just smiled as she answered, "The Zumba classes are new for them, they're in training."
"Oh," Erin said, slightly disappointed.
"Either that," Eve moved forward and flicked a lock of hair back off Erin's shoulder, "or they just wanted to perve on you."
"Yeah, right, as if." Erin secretly was quite keen on the idea of them wanting her. Changing the subject she asked about the possibility of there being a drink on offer.
"Yeah," Eve said with an excited lilt to her voice. "Up in the spa room first, I think the guys are all there as well. You go up and I'll go get the drinks."
Erin watched Eve's cute little arse as she took off towards the office. With a slight fluttering in her stomach she tied her long brunette hair back into a rough ponytail and headed towards the spa room.
The steam hit her in the face as she entered the room and the six guys in the crowded spa all waved as she walked in.
"Towel racks are over there," James called out, pointing to a series of towels all hanging on the wall.
Looking at the six buff bodies in the spa Erin was suddenly filled with a heady mix of guilt, over weighed by a raging desire to be the centre of attention. Would Steve get in a spa filled with six hot babes? Yeah, of course he would, and he'd do it with a gallop.
"Where's Eve?" one of them asked as he slid across from James, leaving a gap open for her to settle in.
Erin took her place next to James.
"She's gone to get us some drinks. She'll be up soon."
"Ah, she should have checked. We've got some beers in here with us."
Sure enough one of the PTs pulled a cooler out from underneath the bench and began to hand bottles round.
"Oh, well we're both more wine girls really."
"Fair enough, sure you won't join us for one though, before Eve comes up? Celebrate the end of your training plan with us?"
Erin paused briefly.
"Why not," she replied, "one beer to kick things off."
James handed her an open bottle and took another for himself. He klinked his against hers.
"To my best student."
"To a great trainer."
Erin could have sworn he winked at her as they took their first swigs of beer, but it was such a fleeting movement that she wasn't sure.
Maybe it was the work out she'd done previously, maybe it was the steam, probably a combination of both, but already after her second swig she felt a bit of a buzz. James moved closer to her, his leg now brushing against hers.
"Better make a bit of room for Eve," he said.
The touch of his leg was sending tingles right through Erin's body.
"So guys," he said to the other trainers, "what do you make of Erin's progress over the last few months?"
"From what you've said James," answered one of the guys, Erin thought his name was Markus, "she's been the ideal student, but I can't really see the results properly."
"Fair point Markus," replied James, turning to Erin. "How about it Erin, why don't you show us your new, tight, sexy body?"
She blushed at his use of the word sexy, but stood and gave the guys a little twirl. She was about to sit when James stopped her.
Placing his hand on her flat belly he talked the others through some of the routines they'd done to loose the bit of fat she'd previously had there. His hand moved down her stomach as he did so and Erin was sure he grazed against the top of her trimmed pubes as he did so. Tingles ran through her body again.
James turned her around and, with both hands on her backside, again spoke to the rest of them about how it had tightened up. Again Erin was sure he moved his hands lower than needed and she felt a fingertip brush against her pussy through the material of her swimsuit.
"Yeah, but come on James, we can't really see the difference can we?"
Erin was still standing as James looked up at her.
"How about it Erin, why don't you take that costume off so we can properly show the team the results of your hard work?"
