At the end of our last training session, Val had said that I should come over on a Saturday as she would sort out a full exercise programme for me - in the Senior Club - which sounded like a good enough reason for me to go over and see her again. Who knows what might happen?
I knocked on the door, wondering what the advanced exercises would mean. Val opened the door, smiling at me with that twinkle in her eyes. She was wearing a white cotton dressing gown, with belt knotted at the waist, under which I could see a dark blue cardigan buttoned up to the neck, peeking out in the 'v' of her robe. She seemed to be wearing nothing else as far as I could see.
"Hello Andrew, glad you could make it, " she said, "Come on in." and she shut the door behind me. "Now that we've got some more time - and you've shown me what you can do as a proper Senior Member - I think its time for some more serious exercises to tone you up properly."
She walked by me towards the stairs.
"Come on up - you've not seen my gym before, have you?"
"I didn't know you'd got a proper gym here - no wonder you are so fit." I replied.
"Why, thank you Andrew!", she smiled, walking on up the stairs ahead of me.
I followed her, watching the gown as it clung to her bottom, with her bare legs and bare feet making me think of her body with fewer clothes on. There was a radio playing in one of the rooms, but she led me through to a back room, then opened the door and beckoned me in.
"So what do you think of this?" she beamed.
The first thing I noticed was the floor to ceiling mirror on the wall opposite the door - so you could see yourself going into the room. There was a soft green carpet, and blinds drawn at the windows. Then I realised that the entire left-hand wall was mirrored too. Moving into the room, there was a gym machine in the middle - a grey bench and tubular steel frame with weights and pulleys. There was a white wardrobe in right near corner, with weights and dumb-bells in front of it on the floor, and a pull-up machine over in the far corner. Then there were more mirrors on the right wall too, so it looked a huge space - and everywhere you looked you could see yourself - and of course I could see Val.
"So welcome to my gym!" said Val, waving her hand around to show it all off. "Actually I call it my Olympic Gym. Do you like it?"
"Yes, it looks amazing!" I said. "All this equipment - and all these mirrors! - but why Olympic?" I asked, still looking round as Val moved towards the central machine.
"Well," she said, turning to face me, "in the original ancient Olympic Games, the competitors had no clothes on - they just competed naked. So in my gym, anyone doing exercises has to be naked too! But you won't mind that, will you - after all I've seen plenty of you recently, haven't I!"
She smiled knowingly, looking over at my embarrassment and remembering her wanking off of me.
"Rule number one in the gym - is no clothes on for exercises! That's why this is only for Seniors. And as you've come here to do some exercising, I think you'd just better strip off for me - and put your clothes over there in the wardrobe..."
I didn't know quite what to do, as I'd only just put on my tracksuit with the anticipation of maybe some pleasure - but not this open this quickly.
"Come on - off with it all!" Val was in her element now, bossing me about. She moved over to the wardrobe and held the doors open. "Just put your clothes on this shelf - come on now!"
Val undid the belt of her robe, then pulled it open and hung it up, revealing that tight dark blue cardigan - and plain tight white stretchy panties.
"My second rule is that if you are watching or between exercises I insist that guests must wear a cardigan, just to keep warm - but nothing else." she smiled, "So I'll just slip my panties off now!"
And with a natural easy movement, she simply slid her panties down, before picking them up and putting them on one of the shelves in the wardrobe. I was amazed as she stood there, cardigan still buttoned up but now naked from the waist down, her shaven mound slipping into a neat inviting fold between her legs. It was just so outrageous, that she was standing there, half naked, and forcing me to strip off in front of her.
"Stop gawping, boy! You'll see plenty of skin up in my gym, you know. Now it's my turn to see a bit of yours - don't be shy!"
Embarrassed and flustered, I took off my top, revealing my polo shirt, then lowered my tracksuit bottoms, pulling off my trainers and socks. Now I was wearing just my polo shirt and underpants, and could feel my twitching already.
I slipped off my shirt first, then, knowing she was watching every move, slid down my pants, and kind of grabbed my clothes in front of me to hide myself a little as I put them in the wardrobe. Turning round, I realised my total nakedness, as I could see myself in the opposite mirror, and felt Val's gaze on my growing cock.
"You are a keen youngster, aren't you?" she smiled, "So let's have a warm-up lying on the carpet. You just lie down here, and I'll bring you some weights over."
I watched, lying naked on the floor as she walked over to pick up the weights, her naked bottom muscles flexing as she walked. Then watching her hands in the mirror, I realised she'd been unbuttoning her cardigan on the way over. As she turned round with the weights in her hands, the cardigan just hung open, revealing a three inch strip of pink skin between the dark blue wool. Her breasts wobbled gently as she walked across, still hidden under the flapping wool, but as she reached down to put the first weight by my right hand, her cardigan gaped open, revealing the fullness of her rounded breast. I felt my cock arch up with excitement. She walked behind me, showing off her body then put the other weight by my left hand. Then she moved towards my feet and turned to face me. I felt amazed to be lying there, as she'd just shown off her breasts and was openly showing me those gorgeous pink folds between her legs, just as if it was such an ordinary thing to do.
"Right, this first exercise is for your chest and arms - I want you to lift the weights over your head, keeping your arms stretched right out. And open your legs a little, then keep them flat on the floor."
I could feel my arousal now rock hard, and knew she was just looking at me, but had to do as she said.
"Good," she smiled after the first one - now another nine please - then a short break."
I did as I was told, feeling the muscles work and knowing my cock was now fully hard and aching with each lift of the weights.
"Now for some tummy-pulls," she said. "Just lift your feet off the floor, keeping yours legs straight, hands by your hips but held off the ground, and just pull your chest up a little, then down - and do ten of them. Off you go!"
So I pulled up, looking down to see my cock looking back at me, arching upwards, then I released. Then again, and another surge in my cock. It was getting very arousing even without having Val standing watching me. But with her there it was dynamite.
"Come on my lad!" she said, at the fifth or sixth pull up, "Let's see those tummy muscles working - here let me feel them tighten."
