Excerpt from The Anal Trainer
It was late Thursday night, or rather early Friday morning. I was up late trying to work off some steam at the gym. This was my favorite time at the gym. I loved working on the machines when no one else was there except me and the night trainer. His name was Jaxon, and he was generally a laid back, unobtrusive guy. He was fairly attractive with a nice body, and a great ass, but he wasn’t a macho alpha male muscle-head with shit for brains. With dark brown hair and dark brown eyes he was just like eye candy. I was somewhat addicted to looking at him while I worked out. He sported some tattoos, which on anyone else would have made them look like a tool, but for some reason all I wanted to do was trace them with my index finger and lick every inch of his body.
As I worked my body hard, lost in my own world, I didn't notice as Jaxon locked the door and put up the closed sign. I gradually became aware of him watching me in the mirror. I was working on my glutes, and he was staring hard at my ass. Way too obvious I thought, and I decided to kick it up a notch to see how hard I could get his blood pumping.
With that in mind I got up and walked over to the mats and pretended I didn't know he was watching. My heart sped up some and all I wanted to do was look him in the eye and invite him over, but sometimes the chase is what’s so exciting. I spread my feet quite wide apart, bent over at the waist, and put my hands on the floor. I then "walked" them forward until I was in the plank position. Instead of my feet being close though I kept them wide open. I knew, with my legs open like this, that my bodysuit wouldn't be covering much, and he was getting an eyeful.
I did hybrid push-ups for a couple of minutes, knowing he was watching, imaging his cock growing in his shorts thinking about pinning me to the mat and using his cock on me. In the mirror I watched as he walked up behind me. "Hello Ms. Leigh," he said. "Looking good." I paused with my arms straight, my back bent upwards. This position really pushed my tits together, and almost out of my bodysuit. He licked his lips.
"Thank you." I smiled. I bit my lip, and lowered my lashes. "I think I'm pushing a little hard though. I feel a cramp beginning in my thigh."
"I can take care of that for you, if you want. You have to be careful with cramps," he said, smiling back.
"I think I'd enjoy that too much, but if you've the time, sure." Exactly what else he was going to choose to do other than get his hands all over me I couldn’t fathom.
He went to the office and came back carrying a bottle of almond oil. "This will help work it out.” He knelt beside me and put one hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me gently into the floor. I tried to relax but I was beginning to feel the flush of desire spreading through my pussy and when that happens I tend to make rash, irrational, and spontaneous decisions based on nothing more than my desire for satisfaction. I soon felt his slick hands kneading the flesh just above my knee. It felt wonderful! His strong hands were warm and the oil made them glide over my skin.
I felt his callouses gently abrading my smooth thighs and knew, right then and there, that I wanted those hands all over my body. I sighed deeply and his hands continued to rub. Slowly, he moved them closer to my ass. I knew he had a wicked ulterior motive but since it aligned with mine I wasn't too concerned with that.
I arched my back and moaned deep in my throat. I felt his fingers dip between my legs, gently rubbing the fabric hiding my dripping wet cunt. I knew he’d done it deliberately, but I was in the mood. The exercise had awakened me and I was craving a strong, hard, cock between my thighs. I arched again, letting him know that I didn't mind his gentle caress of my honey pot.
"You know, this would work better if you didn't have all these clothes on." I turned back to him, my eyes hooded and filled with desire.
"I agree. You should take mine off and yours as well. I don't want the oil to stain anything." And with that statement the ball was no longer in his court, it was fully in mine. It was no longer a ruse to get me naked, but a full on invitation from me that he’d been waiting for.
"As you wish," he replied.
Peeling the clothes from my skin, he ran his hands down my back, across my buttocks, and over my thighs. I heard him disrobing behind me and opened my eyes. In the mirror I watched him take his clothes off and the thick jut of his cock was impressive. A fully hard 9 inches if I wasn’t mistaken. I smiled to myself imagining him filling me full to bursting. "Excited, much?" I asked him. His smile was conspiratorial now. He knelt on the floor behind me and began to rub my thighs again. Knowing I really didn't have a cramp he began to touch the other more delicate parts of my body. I heard a wrapper tearing and watched as he fit a rubber over his cock. Blushing a bit he continued to rub me.
He leaned in close and whispered, "You're really going to enjoy this baby." I knew I was and he didn't need any reply from me but a gentle lift of my hips to give him better access. I watched in the mirror as he guided his cock into my pussy and the fit and feel of him was completely perfect. The desperate stretching of my channel felt so good I nearly came right there on the floor. The slippery surface of the mat made it kind of difficult to stay in one spot, but the feel of the oil covering both of us made it all the better.
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xo Rae
