The Instructress Pt 03

Mateo's eyes must have closed for just a second, because suddenly she was beside him. Had he fallen asleep on his feet? Before he could articulate a question, Kalista took him by the hand and was leading him out of the weight room towards the showers. Leading him at the length of their arms, so he could still look down and let the movement of her hips mesmerize him as she walked. He didn't feel embarrassed anymore by the way he was gaping at her body; his thoughts were too hazy and disconnected to worry. He was simply living in the moment, letting Kalista guide him. Just following her instructions and enjoying being so close to her.

He did enjoy being close to her, Mateo realized. More than enjoyed it, longed for it. Kalista radiated sensuality, and every minute made him more desperate and hungry for her. He knew this was the wrong reason to hire a fitness instructor, but Mateo couldn't help it: he craved her presence, and he knew from now on the gym would feel cold and empty if Kalista wasn't there.

It took a long time to get all those thoughts through the syrupy haze of pleasure he'd sunk into, and by the time Mateo realized they were both naked, it was when the jet of hot water hit his chest. He couldn't even tell if they were in the men's or women's showers, but that didn't matter now.

The stall wasn't huge, so they had to stand close together... but Kalista came even closer than that, close enough for her nipples to brush against his chest and her scent to surround him. Her presence was all-consuming: she was the only thing Mateo could see, smell, hear, or feel, and he pulled her body against his without thought, without worrying about the danger of mixing business with pleasure. There was room left in his head for nothing but mindless lust.

She kissed him, but then pulled far enough away that she could fix him with her gaze, reach down between them, and grasp his cock. Her grip was firm, but her touch was light and calculated, giving Mateo only a fraction of the stimulation he craved. Still, he'd been painfully hard for so long that her actual touch, even the slightest stroke, overwhelmed him with waves of pleasure.

"Don't cum," she said, and he moaned in protest. Her smile widened. "No. Just stay this stiff and hard for me. It's so fucking hot. Isn't it?"

Mateo could only nod. Her slow, teasing strokes felt so good he couldn't form words.

"Yes. It always feels this good to do what I tell you. To just let me lead and follow my instructions. That's what you're hiring me for, isn't it? To instruct."

"Y-yeah," he gasped, shuddering with pleasure. That he would actually hire Kalista was a foregone conclusion. If he'd been thinking clearly, the conflict of interest would have bothered him. As it was, Mateo couldn't even remember what the words "conflict of interest" might mean.

"Good," she purred. "I'll give the instructions, and all you have to do is follow them. Without thoughts. Without objections. That's so easy, isn't it? Feels so good."

Mateo nodded dumbly at her rhetorical questions, either agreeing or simply bobbing his empty head in time with her expert strokes. Kalista's limber fingers ran down, grasping the base of his cock, sliding back up, pausing at the tip for a long, languorous moment, and then doing it all again.

"You just follow. Follow my instructions. No thoughts. No questions. Follow. Feels good."

"F-follow, feels good," Mateo repeated, blinking droplets from the shower spray out of his glassy eyes. Kalista stepped closer, cupped his balls with her other hand. His nostrils flared at the warm, sweet scent of her. His head was spinning, overwhelmed by her presence.

"Don't cum," she whispered. He moaned, but his reply was as automatic as the helpless twitch in his groin.

"Yes, Kalista."

"Tell me you won't cum." She squeezed gently and murmured with satisfaction as Mateo twitched harder. His cock was leaking freely, the transparent drops not washed away by the shower left her hand sliding even more smoothly over his skin. "Tell me," she commanded.

"Yes, Kalista. I--I won't. Won't cum. Fuck..."

"Good boy. Just relax. Just follow. It feels so good to follow. You're going to learn how very good it can feel."

She jerked him again, quicker. Mateo moaned. She did it again. His body was desperate for release. He fought the urge as hard as he could, even as Kalista squeezed his balls again and then grazed her fingertips slowly along the whole underside of his shaft. He whimpered, shaking.

"Tell me y--"

"I won't cum!" he groaned, cutting her off. "I, I won't, Kalista, I... I promise. I won't cum."

"Not until I tell you."

"Not 'til you tell me."

Kalista put both hands on his broad chest, piercing him with her eyes. The satisfaction in her smile was the only thing his mind could contain. She leaned in and kissed him, then took a step back and shook her hair out under the shower.

"Very good. You're right on the edge of so much pleasure, Mateo. You don't even know it yet. But you're starting to imagine. All you have to do is follow my instructions. Go get dressed. I think you have a contract for me to sign. I know you can't wait for us to work together."

Mateo stood there, panting, watching the water flow over Kalista's perfect body. His urges tugged him in all directions. He wanted to grab Kalista and fuck her on the tiles. He wanted desperately to cum and knew it would only take a few more strokes.

But, above all, he wanted to follow her instructions.

The thought of her here, in his gym, every day, telling him what to do... he'd never wanted anything like that before, but now his head spun with the possibilities.

After a minute of him still standing there watching her shower, Kalista opened her eyes and looked at Mateo.

"Go. Just do as you're told, silly boy. It's easy. And you know it feels so good."

"Yes, Kalista," he whispered. His voice caught in his throat and he swallowed. What else was there to say? Mateo left the shower stall, on edge for anyone who might see him. She had led him to the women's showers, and he was doubly nervous to be found there, alone, with an erection that showed no signs of going away. Mateo toweled off and slid painfully back into his shorts. He swore he didn't even breathe until he reached the safety of his office.

That night, the contract completed, signed, and returned, Mateo lay in bed and stroked his heavy, pulsing cock, replaying in his imagination every moment of Kalista's class, of watching her in the gym, of their time in the shower. His mind charged even the least sexual of those scenarios with heat--as Kalista switched from leading the class through mobility poses to leading them to do other things. To themselves, to each other, and especially to her...

Every thought Mateo had seemed to reshape itself into following Kalista's orders and worshipping her unbelievable body. He'd hardly touched her in the shower, not as much as he wanted to, unable to do more than stand passively as she stroked and--and instructed him. In his erotic daydreams, he felt her smooth, powerful curves, soft and hard at the same time, yielding to the pleasure of his hands, his mouth, enveloping his cock...

"Don't cum," Kalista whispered, even in his imagination.

"Yes, Kalista," he whispered back. It was such sweet torture to obey.

Finally, at the thought of Kalista riding him--hard, feverishly, her incredible composure abandoned in the ecstasy of her own climax--Mateo finally came, spurting longer and harder than he had in ages. Alongside the exhausting pleasure of release was another sweet torture: the small guilt of knowing he'd failed to follow her instructions. This time. Before he fell asleep, Mateo wondered if he'd always have that freedom in the future.