Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
I am not fat. Far from it. However, I have always dreamed of being the kind of girl all men—and hopefully a few women—fantasize about. And since I recently started doing all the things I always wanted to do, but never found the time to, I chose to go for it. Of course, it didn't hurt that the gym nearest to my house was having a promotion. For a mere $120/year—a little over $200 with the signup fee and taxes—I had access to the gym 24h/day as well as three sessions with a personal trainer.
I kept myself in relatively good shape—I ran three times a week and lifted weights at least once—but I wasn't ready for such an intense workout. Far from it.
It all started with a preliminary meeting, during which one of the gym's personal trainers would help me determine my goals and create a personalized workout program. At least that was the plan. But when I entered the trainer's office, I realized it wouldn't be so easy.
My temporary personal trainer turned out to be two personal trainers. Even more surprising was their great beauty. I could barely believe my eyes as I studied the two breathtaking women standing before me. Their locks of platinum-blonde hair had been tied into pony tails, yet their beauty remained just as overpowering. Every detail of their appearance was identical, be it their luscious lips, firm breasts or bodacious butts. Then again, that was rather normal seeing how they were identical twins.
It took a while before I recovered from the shock. When I finally did, I introduced myself and was invited in. As soon as the door was closed, the twins made their way around the desk—I have no clue why personal trainers needed desks, but I was too busy staring at the beautiful sisters to care—and took a seat.
After introducing themselves, the twins proceeded to asking me a variety of questions. They were designed to help clarify my goals and create a personalized workout plan. I expected the process to be long and boring, but it was surprisingly fun. Then again, the twins could have tortured me and I still would have enjoyed it. That's how beautiful they were. In fact, I lost myself in their beauty on more than one occasion, my face reddening each time the twins had to repeat a question.
By the time my workout plan was complete, a full thirty minutes had passed. I probably would have been surprised had I not been busy studying the twins' flawless figures. They were now standing, the skin-tight outfits leaving little to the imagination.
It took me a few seconds before I realized they had just asked me a question. I blushed for the umpteenth time as I yet again asked them to repeat the question. They probably thought I was hard of hearing.
"We were just wondering when you planned on beginning your training," said one of the sisters.
"We're free later today," added the other.
I didn't know if I wanted to use up the first of my three free coaching sessions on the first day, but the twins were too beautiful for me to even consider refusing their tempting offer. I couldn't wait for them to work me out.
"O—okay," I stuttered, hoping they had not heard the lust that laced my response.
"Perfect!" said the twins in unison. I loved it when twins did that, especially such beautiful ones.
I had to go home and change, but a short thirty minutes later I was back and ready for my first workout. We began with a quick warmup. The twins took turns explaining how the exercise was performed while the other demonstrated it. Never once did they interrupt each other, which told me they had done this hundreds of times before.
Once the warmup was complete, the workout finally began. It only took a few minutes before I realized the twins were very hands-on. Not only did they perform the workout alongside me, but they used their hands to adjust my body each time my posture was off. It only took a few touches before the arousal that had been gradually growing within me finally exploded. It rose within me like a tidal wave, washing away everything but the overpowering attraction I felt for the twins. The sight of their sweat-covered bodies was the last straw.
One second I was doing sit-ups, praying for the sweet release of death and the next I was passionately making out with one of the twins. I knew this was only a fantasy, but I didn't care. I explored the beautiful trainer's mouth with my tongue, enjoying the feel of her tongue sliding against mine.
When our lips finally parted, I inhaled deeply, but a few seconds of repose was all I was awarded. Moments after the first twin's lips left mine, the second one's tongue slipped into my mouth. I barely had time to realize what was happening before we were passionately making out.
She was as great a kisser as her sister. In fact, the twins had the exact same kissing style. It was almost as if the same person had taught them to kiss. Unless...
It was of course unrealistic to believe such a thing, but there was a slim chance the twins had taught each other how to kiss. The thought of their lips making contact and their tongues dancing around in each other's mouths drove me wild with incestuous arousal.
Moments later, I was breaking the kiss. The twin whose lips had just left mine seemed surprised, but not as much as when I explained the reason for ending the make out session.
"I want you to kiss each other," I said.
I expected the twins to be shocked, but they just laughed, no doubt believing I was only kidding. But they were about to discover out just how serious I was.