“And what are those?” She exclaimed
“Ummm board shorts…”
Well apparently one can’t work out in the pool in beach wear… off to the pool shop I head to purchase some budgie smugglers.
Sheepishly reappearing from the change lockers my “man bits” all packed up like bag of meat at the butchers, I sidle to the pool edge and don’t waste time getting in the water.
“Okay, starting with laps, freestyle” the mistress of pain barks.
Off I go thundering along the pool, head out of the water like the country bumpkin that I’d been whilst learning to swim as a kid…
I hardly make it a lap before being pulled up for swimming like an “drowning epileptic rabbit” as she mildly put it.
After some time trying to instruct me from beside the pool, she gives up and jumps in, to better be able to physically direct me.
You’d almost feel that my incompetence could have been a little exaggerated…
Never the less, whilst firm, her hands on my mostly naked body were not unenjoyable. Perhaps her condescending slap on the arse was unwarranted as I finally got my rhythm and swam off.
The Rack
Still a little tender from my fall last week we move inside to the gym and hit the weights, “My Pleasure Room” she calls it
Watching her lithe body demonstrate the correct form is quite pleasurable. Rippling muscles under toned skin as the bar rises causes distraction definitely.
I’m beginning to regret the loose running shorts that I hastily put on prior to heading out.
Even though I’m not being given any time to relax, I keep getting sneaky glances down her top, I can feel a familiar stirring in my shorts. I’m madly trying to think of other things, maths equations, English lit, anything…
I’m sitting astride the bench at the Peck Deck, trying my utmost to push those pads in towards each other. Each repetition brings a slight weight gain till I almost can’t.
She leans in to just spot that last push, her top gaping just a little much.
My blood really should be going to my chest, but right now I’m so damn distracted. My shorts sliding gently up my leg as I feel a fresh wind along my thigh.
We both look down at the same time, our heads almost touching and the weights go crashing back in the rack behind me.
“CLANG!”
The whole gym looks at us disapprovingly as we stand like startled gazelles, followed by a hurried sit down to try cover my embarrassment.
She just giggles and walks off, leaving me to my own thoughts….
Mountains
Her favourite place to punish me was always the great outdoors.
Lovely sunny days leading to warm evenings would encourage us to push our work outs harder.
Warmer days encouraged less clothing, always a positive for me.
My fascination with my sexy, yet unattainable, PT kept me pushing my self harder with each weeks exercises. She knew it too.
I’m sure that after one of our runs when she’d left me for dust that I’d caught her adjusting her sports bra, turning the corner as she put her top back on. Flashes of tantalising skin so provocative yet not quite enough.
She’s so limber, her stretching after a work out, so distracting. My mind mentally undressing her as she fold her self in half whilst I struggle to hold a calf stretch.
I imagine the feeling of sliding down those tight lycra pants, folding soft fabric down over smooth skin. Her eyes looking back at me over her shoulder inquisitively yet not resisting. I imagine the rolling the pants over her sexy hips, revealing her gorgeous arse, a thin line of fabric between her pert cheeks. My strong hands lowering her pants down further, caressing her thighs, over her calves around her ankles.
Her eyebrows arch as I consider my next move.
I can feel my pants becoming tight as I think about how nice it would be to slide up behind this beautiful woman.
I imagine then gently sliding aside the soft material of her G string…
“Hello?” she exclaims, waving her hand in front of my gauze.
I jump, startled, obviously my thoughts quite impure and obvious, my pants quite visibly tenting.
I splutter, completely caught like a deer in the headlights.
“Ummm” being the only cognitive words that I can utter.
She giggles and commands me to start doing burpees, definitely putting me back in my place…
Stretching
I really need to stop with these distractions, I’m here to get fit, not ogle my personal trainer, as hot as she is.
Even just something as simple as a post work out stretching session distracts me.
Imagining feeling my arms behind her, sliding her top up, exposing her tight body. My hands hard against her smooth skin, warm as I slide the fabric up.
She’s stretching out as the material slithers up along her arms.
Feeling the muscles of her arms strong yet supple yielding as I remove more clothing.
I lean in close to her neck, smelling the shampoo in her hair as I my warm breath caresses her neck, feeling her tilt her head exposing more of that lovely sensual skin.
My hands running down her body, resting on her hips.
Feeling her lycra covered butt, warm, silky under my hands.
As I move in close feeling my body hard against her.
The swell in my pants giving away my obvious arousal, pressing against those gorgeous buttocks.
My soft breaths, now kisses. Light kisses along her neck, sending a shiver down her back.
My hand circling around, pressing her back into my embrace.
My fingers drifting across the top of her leggings, sliding under the fabric at the front. She takes a breath as my fingers touch soft forbidden skin.
She can feel my cock pulse against her, safely wrapped in my training pants.
My kisses working up to the soft skin behind her ear, gentle nibbles.
She tilts her head allowing that kisses to follow the jaw line.
Pushing her sensual body back against me.
“Okay now change legs” She says, snapping me back into reality.
I grin sheepishly, glad that she can’t read my thoughts…
Yoga
“How did I end up here?” I think to my self.
Trying to fold my body into odd shapes, the strain causing me to sweat.
This banshee will make me to anything just to catch a glimpse of her sexy body.
Which is exactly what I’m doing right now…
Imagining how this would be if we were both naked, comfortable in our skin.
My eyes caressing her smooth calf, tracing the line of her chilies tendon, stretched taught. The calf muscle flexing.
Imagining gentle kisses along that smooth skin.
The contour of her thigh, seeing the warm light of the sun shining into the studio.
She’d feel the whisper of my breath against her skin.
My hand tracing its way, gently, around the lovely curve of her buttock, feeling the strong muscles.
She leans forward stretching.
My hands tracing a path along her taught stomach, bringing my body closer.
The muscles along her back, fascinating. Tender yet strong.
My hand sliding around her waist.
The curve of her hips, skin warm and inviting.
My kisses causing goose bumps down her back.
Our legs touching gently, mine hairy against hers softness.
At this stage I’ve completely given up the pretence of modesty, feeling my cock hardening.
She feels the warmth of me sliding along her thighs.
My hand drifting gently down her front, feeling the soft fluff on top of her pubic hair. Fingers gentle stroking through.