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Fucking my Gym Instructor

6/28/2006

I leaned against the gray mini-van and waited. My clothes
were drenched with sweat from the hour-long exercise class,
and I was getting no relief standing outside in the dusk
of a hot summer evening in Florida. I know that she normally
tidied up a few things at the gym before grabbing her kids
from day care and leaving in the mini-van. But, over the
past few weeks, I’d noticed that the kids weren’t around.
She had been walking out directly after class, jumping
in the mini-van and leaving solo. This seemed to be my opportunity.
Kids just shouldn’t be witness to what I had planned.


I watched her slender figure leave the building and walk
towards her vehicle. What was running through her mind,
I’ll never know but it was obvious that she was thinking
intently about something since she hadn’t, as yet, noticed
me standing by her van. I know she was just as hot and sweaty
as I was - I could see it rolling off her face during the last
20 minutes of class and the way I figured it, it just didn’t
matter. Hot and sweaty before, hot and sweaty after ‒ no
big deal.


Since I’d joined the gym four months ago, I always looked
forward to her classes on Monday and Tuesday nights. Granted,
she was a small, cute blonde and it was always a pleasure
to be in the company of an attractive woman, but we weren’t
here for anything other than working out. She was a hard-core
instructor and she literally worked my ass off. I felt good,
sexy and strong.


Over those four months, however, I’d noticed the way she
looked at me. At first, I didn’t think anything of it - I just
assumed that she was helping the newcomer get accustomed
to the equipment and the exercise routines. While I really
appreciated all her special attention in helping me do
things correctly, I quickly realized that as other newbies
arrived in class, they didn’t receive the same special
treatment I did.


When I first joined the class, the only space available
was directly behind the instructor. I thought this would
be a good place to stand so that I could see her easily and
follow her moves. I could see the front of her in the mirrored
wall and I was only about 2 feet from her backside…and what
a backside that was. Her ass was small, tight and deliciously
round. As I became more familiar with the workout routine,
I realized that I was no longer watching her in the mirror
as much as I once did due to that sweet little ass jumping
around right in my face.


It dawned on me as the weeks progressed that everybody had
a certain spot that they stood in during the class and I quickly
figured out the reason nobody wanted to stand behind Cathy
- she was the toughest instructor at the gym. When she looked
in the mirror, she would obviously be looking at the person
directly behind her. I guess nobody wanted her scrutiny?
I was here to reshape my body so it didn’t really matter to
me initially where I stood or who was watching.


But, of course, it did end up mattering because I soon realized
that she was watching me as much as I was watching her. Between
her wedding ring and the kids in daycare, I’d figured she
was straight but that didn’t seem to stop the eye-shagging
that went on every Monday and Tuesday night during gym class.
The glances between us became overtly noticeable every
time she made us lift weights while standing on one leg.
In addition to needing good strength in your calves, you
also had to seriously concentrate to be able to do these
two things at once. As a novice, the only way I could accomplish
this was to stare at the floor so that I wouldn’t topple over.
But, whenever I happened to raise my eyes to meet hers, we
would both topple over and have to drop our raised legs to
support ourselves. It was one thing for the newcomer to
fall out of position; it was another thing quite entirely
for the instructor to do this. I found it completely intriguing.


Being the smooth talker I am, I had tried in vain to chat with
her while we waited in the hallway for earlier classes to
finish up in the exercise room. But, she wouldn’t talk to
me, she wouldn’t look at me and the whole situation was just
very bizarre. Of course, the minute her class started,
she would make all sorts of eye contact with me and frequently
look my way when she asked if anybody was counting and what
number rep we were on. I began to wonder what was making her
forget to count the reps ‒ after all, she had been doing this
for years on end and I was the new kid on the block.


Then, last night during Monday’s exercise class, she asked
if anybody had been counting the number of leg lunges we
had done. I was hot, I was tired and my legs were burning so
I flippantly said, “Yeah, 100.” I don’t think anybody else
heard me over the blaring dance music but since I stand directly
behind her, obviously she did. What happened next blew
my mind. The girliest little giggle came out of her mouth,
intensified for the entire class to hear by the cordless
microphone she wore. I looked up at this delightful sound
and stared at her. She gave a quick, coy smile and we finished
up those horrid lunges. During the four months of working
out, I had basically equated her to a Nazi, due to the intensity
of her workouts. But, hearing this girly little giggle
come out of the mouth of this Nazi was a real shocker. And
that sly little smile that came with it made me extra curious.


I guess what happened next shouldn’t have surprised me
but it certainly got my mind, as well as other parts of my
body, racing. When it came time to get on the floor for ab
work, we all dropped into our normal positions facing the
mirror. But Kathy turned around, lay down on her stomach
and faced me directly on the floor. My face was now less than
four feet away from hers. She never did ab work this way ‒
she always faced the mirror. But, for some reason, tonight
she decided to turn around and face me directly. She raised
herself into the plank position, which is sort of a push
up except that you rest on your elbows and just hold your
body flat. The object of this cruel exercise is to make your
arms and your abs hold your body up for an entire minute.
A minute doesn’t sound that long but it’s the longest and
most painful minute I’ve ever experienced. Unexcitedly,
I got my feet and arms into position and lifted my body up.
When I raised my head, I discovered that I was witness to
a phenomenal site. Her skimpy little top, held up only by
the smallest of spaghetti straps, was hanging open and
I was looking directly at her small, yet perfectly rounded
breasts.


I had never really thought about it before, but there was
no way that she would have been able to wear a bra with that
little spaghetti strap top. Therefore, her tits were hanging
loose ‒ I could even see her pale, pink nipples. I was mesmerized
by her tits but then glanced up to look at her face. Our eyes
met and we openly stared at each other through the pain of
holding the position. My clit started throbbing and then,
being the newbie that I was, I fell out and collapsed on the
floor. She jerked her head downwards and I could see her
body shaking as it struggled to complete the full minute.
Being the pervert that I am, I lay on the floor and continued
to watch her saucy breasts, swaying slightly as her body
shook. Then, just as quickly as it happened, it was over
and she assumed her normal position back in front of the
mirror. We stretched for a few minutes and class was over.
With an excited rush, I put all my exercise equipment back
in its place and exited the building. Though I was wet all
over from the workout, the wetness in my pants had nothing
to do with sweat.


Did she know I was gay? Doubtful. Actually, I’m sure she
didn’t even know my name. But, I was old enough to know that
straight women do not give free peep shows to other women
unless they have agenda. Which is how I found myself waiting
outside by her van.


As she continued walking, she eventually looked up and
saw me standing there. Her gait immediately slowed and
I could see apprehension in her eyes. She obviously didn’t
expect to see me waiting for her.


“Hey, ” I said softly.


“Hi, ” she replied, setting her bag on the sloped front
of the van, digging around nervously for her keys. “What’s
up?” she said casually.


With eyebrows raised, I replied smugly, “I think you know.”


Her eyes widened and for the briefest moment, I could see
a flicker of acknowledgment. She cleared her throat and
nervously pretended that she didn’t hear what I said.


She cocked her head and looked at me quizzically. “I’m sorry
‒ what did you say?”


Acting almost bored with the situation, I said, “You heard
me. You know why I’m here.”


She looked out into the parking lot, down at her feet, over
to the van as she licked her lips nervously. She brought
her attention back to me and shook her head slightly. “I’m
married…I have a husband…I have kids.”


I openly and defiantly stared at her, purposely letting
her eyes watch mine as they seductively roved over her hard
body. I returned my gaze to her face and gave her a sexy half-smile
as I cocked my eyebrows. “So?”


We just stood there for a minute or so, staring openly at
each other. I saw a small shiver run through her body and
her nipples quickly stood at full attention. In a breathy
voice, she nodded slowly and said, “Now what?”


“Get in the car.” I walked around to the passenger side and
climbed into the van. She started driving out of the parking
lot as if in a trance and then looked over at me uneasily and
said, “Where are we going?”


“Take a right on 34th ‒ it’s a few blocks down from that.”


“What’s a few blocks down from that? Where are we going?”


“To a hotel, ” I said simply.


She just nodded silently and continued to drive, conspicuously
not looking at me. Then, she cleared her throat and laughed
a small laugh. “Sounds like you’re done this before.”


I turned to look at her and she finally met my eyes. “Do you
really want to know?”


Her head shook back and forth until finally she said quietly,
“No.”


We pulled up to the Best Western and I told her to just sit
in the car while I got us a room. I took a huge chance on her
nerves not getting the better of her. I did not want to come
back out of the hotel and find myself stranded if she decided
to take off. So, the fact that she was still waiting for me
in the running vehicle when I returned with the room key
told me that she wanted this as much as I did.


“134 ‒ it’s over there.” I pointed to the right of the hotel
complex.


She parked and I hopped out, moving ahead to unlock the door.
She continued sitting in the driver’s seat biting at her
lips until she said, “I need to make a quick phone call.”


I opened the door and called out behind me, “Okay, whenever
you’re ready.” I purposely left the door open and sat on
the edge of the bed, watching her pull out her cell phone
and make the call. I imagined that she was calling her husband
but then again, what did I know? She could have been calling
her best friend to tell her that she was going to a hotel with
a woman from the gym class.


The call was brief and from the minute she stepped out of
her vehicle, she seemed to be moving in slow motion. I was
certain she knew I was going to fuck her, but I wasn’t certain
about anything else going on in her head. Hell, all I knew
about her was that her name was Cathy, she was an instructor
at the gym and she was hot as hell.


As she approached the open door and stood in the doorway,
it was apparent from the look on her face that she didn’t
know what her next move was going to be. She shyly looked
down at the ground as I told her to shut and lock the door.


She did as instructed and turned around, again rooted in
place. Not that I wanted to torture the poor woman, but it
was mildly amusing to watch her stand there waiting for
something to happen. I just sat and stared at her.


Finally, she took in a deep breath and said, “You know, I’ve
never done this before.”


I laughed. “Well, I find that hard to believe, you have two
children, don’t you?”


She laughed in return and for the first time that evening,
she gave me a genuine smile. “That’s not what I meant; I mean…I’ve
never done this with…well…a woman before.”


“But you want it, right?”


Her head nodded gently. “I’m here, aren’t I?”


With that answer, it appeared that she had gotten over the
initial shock of finding herself in a hotel room with another
woman.


I gave her my sexiest smile. “Well then, why don’t you let
me be the instructor for a while? Come over here, ” I said
as I motioned her over with a wave of my hand.


Her eyes held mine as she walked slowly over and stood directly
in front of me. She was breathing heavily, almost panting
and she swallowed loudly before giving me a weak smile.
“I’m not really sure what to do here.”


I chuckled and pulled her closer. “Believe me when I tell
you that you will figure it out as we go along.” I gazed into
her eyes, which I now discovered were a lovely shade of blue.
I ran my finger along the soft skin under the hem of her shirt
and gave it a tug. “Take this off. You gave me a delightful
preview earlier tonight but I’d like to see them again.
Please.” I do always try to be polite, regardless of the
situation.


I could see her body literally shaking as she struggled
for air. She fingered the edges of her shirt and I could see
the indecision in her eyes. Apparently she found the answer
she needed and with a deep breath, she quickly pulled the
garment over her head and tossed it on the floor.


I ran my eyes over the lovely vision standing shyly in front
of me. I quickly stripped off my shirt and bra off and gave
her a wink. “Turn about is fair play, right?” I watched her
eyes widen as she took it all in.


I pulled her down to straddle my lap and enveloped her tightly
in my arms, wanting to feel her, taste her and smell her.
My fingers released her hair from the ponytail she always
wore for class, and the blonde tresses fell softly around
her shoulders. I kissed and sucked at the flesh on her neck
and I heard a soft moan escape her lips. She raised her head
towards the ceiling to allow me better access as she finally
wrapped her arms around me and allowed her fingers to tentatively
explore my skin.


With wet sloppy nips, I worked my way up from her neck to her
ear, inhaling her earlobe into my mouth and running my tongue
gently in her ear canal. My actions caused her to squirm
frenetically in my lap and she clasped me even tighter,
her hands careening all over my back. Her breath caught
in her throat and I heard a shaky voice whisper, “God, you’re
so soft.”


I put my hands on her head and turned her face towards mine,
seeking her sexy pink lips. Since I had the upper hand, I
tried to go slowly but once our lips met, those restrictions
vanished. I attacked her mouth furiously and after a second
or two, I could feel her respond to the fierce probing of
my tongue. She finally slid her tongue fully into my mouth
and I sucked it in slowly and bathed it in my warm, wet mouth.
She shuddered, withdrew her tongue and broke away from
the kiss.


We stared at each other for a brief moment trying to control
our breathing and then she threw her body weight against
mine, pushing me down on the bed. She shoved her tongue into
my mouth and I responded with equal fervor, our tongues
battling for dominance. Our kisses were wet, noisy and
surprisingly intense. As I suspected, something long
dormant in her awakened as she became much more aggressive
and attacked my mouth repeatedly.


My hands grabbed for those luscious tits I had seen earlier
and I ran my fingers over them roughly, alternatively squeezing
and kneading the fleshy orbs. I pinched and twisted her
nipples between my thumb and index fingers and she moaned
loudly into the kiss. I quickly dropped my head and ran my
tongue over the hard nipple. Her breasts were small enough
that I could suck the majority of it into my mouth, so I did.
She rewarded me by whimpering, “Oh God” against my ear.
Finally the time had come to see how much my student could
take. I swirled her nipple around in my mouth and bit down
firmly. Her moans increased substantially and I heard
her say, “Fuck…oh fuck.” Score one point for the gym instructor
‒ she liked it rough. Game on.


Though I was greatly enjoying the rhythmic pounding of
her hips against my crotch, I needed more leverage. In testament
to how well my ab work was paying off, I raised us both back
to a sitting position and stood up, carrying her in my arms.
She wrapped her legs around my body tightly as I spun around
quickly and pushed her onto the bed.


I threw off my shorts and underwear and crawled up the bed
over her. I looked into her half-open eyes and slowly rubbed
my breasts against hers, caressing her erect nipples with
mine. I shifted my weight to try and pull her pants off when
I felt her hands grab my tits and begin to fondle them. It
was at this moment that I realized my cute little gym instructor
had succumbed to her natural instincts. I was so proud -
I knew she had it in her.


I managed to get her shorts off while she occupied herself
playing with my tits. I understood her fascination entirely
as there is nothing as soft and lovely as a woman’s breast.
I lay down and pressed my full body onto hers as I sought out
her lips. She wrapped me in a tight embrace as I slipped one
leg between hers, scissoring us together. My lips tangled
headily with hers as I pressed my thigh into her pussy. Though
her moans gave me some indication, the wetness coating
my leg told me that this woman was ready to be thoroughly
fucked.


I kissed my way down her chest and returned to her breasts.
I slurped noisily at her right breast while my other hand
firmly massaged the left. While I continued to suck and
bite at her nipple, my hand snaked between our writhing
bodies and slipped down between her legs. I gingerly ran
my index finger though her fleshy folds to discover that
she was absolutely flooded. The only word that followed
her sharp intake of breath was “Yes.”


My mouth greedily began to follow the trail of my hand and
I kissed and licked her stomach, her groin, her pubic hair
and finally her clit. I gently ran my tongue over her swollen
nub and I heard her cry out loudly, “Oh God yes, X.” (Not my
real name).


My tongue stopped dead in its tracks as I raised my head to
look at her. I hated to break the mood but there was something
I needed to know.


“How did you know my name?” I asked her with a curious look.


Her glazed-over eyes stared back at me and a sleepy smile
appeared on her lips. “Easy ‒ I asked.”


“Ah, ” I nodded. I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
In her aroused state, I didn’t think I should kid her about
checking me out, so I resumed the task at hand, much to her
delight.


I nestled down in between the opening of her legs and gently
fingered her moist slit. God, she was wet. I ran my firm tongue
between her folds and shoved it into her as far as I could
get it. Her thighs slapped me in the face as her hips jumped
off the bed. Her writhing and squirming wasn’t helping
me in my quest, so I placed my palm on her abdomen and pressed
her back down firmly, attacking her pussy with my mouth
over and over again. As much as I licked, she generated more
and my face was covered with her hot juices.


Still pressing her down with my left hand, I used the two
fingers from my right hand to start fucking her…slowly
and gently at first until her body started keeping the rhythm
of it’s own accord. I increased the pace as well as the intensity
until I was ramming my hand into her steaming pussy. She
was so wet and slippery that I could hear the bubbling and
gurgling of her pussy every time I withdrew. I added a third
finger and instead of incomprehensible whimpers and moans,
I now got, “Oh God yes, fuck me, oh yeah, that’s right.”


I felt her pussy contract and the muscles around my fingers
tightened as another floodgate opened and my hand was again
drenched. This woman needed to come. I lowered my mouth
to her clit and softly began to massage her swollen little
bump. Again, I had to press her back down to the bed as the
little wildcat was throwing herself every which way. It
was truly in her best interest to try and stay in my general
vicinity for the next few minutes. As I sucked and licked
her clit, I began to wonder if we were at some crazy church
revival as the names of Jesus, God and Christ were being
enthusiastically yelled around the room. I removed my
hand from her abdomen and her hips arched up swiftly. She
closed her eyes and threw her head back and I knew she was
on her way.


“Oh God, I’m coming...I’m coming, ” and she was. I hung
on to her hips, which were gyrating up and down, as I fucked
her and licked her to what appeared to be a very satisfying
orgasm. She collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, as I
slowly withdrew my hand. I crawled up beside her and lay
down next to her. Her face was sweaty, her pulse rapid but
she had the most angelic smile on her face. Her right hand
slide over and she pulled me close to her, dropping a soft
kiss onto my lips. I could tell from the way she looked at
me that she was amazed at what had just happened. “Thanks, ”
she said as she ran her fingers down my cheek, “That was…uh…incredible.”


I smiled back at her and replied, “It was very much my pleasure.
I enjoyed it too.” I placed a soft kiss on her lips as I caressed
her face.


Though she had the most beatific look on her face, I could
see she had something further to say. I prodded her gently,
“What’s wrong?”


“Well, don’t you want to...you know?”


“What? Come? Do I want to come?” I gave her a sexy half-smile.
“Hell yes, I want to come.” I grabbed her hand and pushed
it between my legs to make her to feel my wetness. “See what
you’ve done to me?”


Her fingers moved to explore my wet flesh and a garbled,
breathy “Oh God” flew from her mouth. Her breathing increased
and as she lightly ran her fingertips at the slippery opening
to my pussy, my breathing increased as well.


I rolled on my back, pulled her on top, grabbed a handful
of those blonde tresses and pulled her face towards mine.
The kiss deepened quickly as she assaulted my mouth and
tongue with hers. I was very happy to see that her mind and
body were fully back in action.


My thighs were clenched together to try and stop the painful
throbbing of my clit. My pussy was contracting and I needed
some relief. I whispered in her ear, “Uh, Cathy, want to
help me out here?”


She looked at me with surprise and curiosity. Perhaps it
was because I had used her name for the first time tonight.
I saw the question in her eyes and I chuckled. “Yes, I know
your name too. Of course, you ARE the instructor and we all
know YOUR name, ” I teased.


She gave me a shy smile. “Yeah, well, I’m sure you’re not
upset that I asked Nicole your name?”


“Not in the least.” I waggled my eyebrows at her. “Actually,
I’m flattered.”


She grinned and tipped her head in acknowledgment. Her
hand found my breast and she began to massage and tweak my
nipples. I clasped my hand to hers and squeezed both of our
hands harder as a demonstration. “You don’t have to be gentle
‒ I like it this way.”


This statement fired us both up. She pinched my nipple hard
and I rewarded her with a loud moan. “Oh yeah baby, I like
it like that. Suck it hard..bite it.”


She latched onto my breast like a hungry dog finding a meal.
Her tongue ran back and forth wildly, as she sucked and then
finally, she bit down hard. The pleasure soared through
my body as my hips gyrated against her and the bed. As I contemplated
jerking off, I about jumped out of my skin as I felt her hand
snake between us and start exploring my pussy.


Her fingers unintentionally brushed across my swollen
clit repeatedly as she poked and prodded her way around.
Considering the state I was in, I didn’t have time to show
her the ropes ‒ I needed a release and I wanted it fast.


I rolled her to my side and she looked at me hesitantly. She
shook her head slightly as she said, “I don’t know what to
do...show me what you want.”


I kissed her lips briefly before running my tongue along
her sexy bottom lip. I stared into her eyes and said simply,
“I want you to fuck me.”


She nodded repeatedly, as if in a trance, as I took her hand,
curled back her fourth and pinky fingers and inserted the
other three fingers in my pussy. She started moving tentatively
and cautiously until I said, “Let me just help you out here.
The harder and faster you do it, the quicker it will get me
to where I want to be.”


With that, she enthusiastically starting shoving her
hand into my pussy and shortly thereafter, we established
a workable rhythm. I started fingering my own clit excitedly
‒ God, I was ready. Then, an amazing thing happened. My eager
little student leaned over, sucked my nipple then gave
it a healthy bite and I exploded all over her hand. She continued
to fuck me until my contractions subsided and then she slowly
withdrew her fingers. She brought them to her face and looked
at them in amazement, sniffing them and then finally running
her tongue lightly over them. She looked at me and smiled
rather guiltily. “I wanted to taste you too.”


I beamed at her. I was very proud of her for facing up to her
desires ‒ with a complete stranger in a hotel room, no less.
I kissed her softly and tenderly and she embraced me tightly,
nestling down against my body.


A tiny voice in my ear said, “You know, it’s never been like
that before for me. I mean, that was really hot. I liked how
you fucked me and all but the feeling I got fucking you, it
was really, ” she hesitated with trying to find the right
word, "powerful. It was really sexy.”


Smiling, I drew back to look her in the face. “Well, you felt
how wet I got from fucking you ‒ it gives me a lot of pleasure
to pleasure you. But you’re right; it is a sort of a powerful
feeling.” I kissed her lightly on the forehead.


We lay there for a few minutes and I saw her eyes glance over
at the clock. She gave me a little frown and said, “I really
hate to say this but I have to get going. I told Tim I’d be home
about an hour late and that was ten minutes ago.”


As she slid down the bed, I nodded, “Sure, I understand.”


She gathered up her clothes and went into the bathroom to
freshen up, returning dressed and ready to go. She stopped
by the bed, kissed me briefly and said, “Thanks for everything.
I guess I’ll see you next week.”


I laughed. “Oh yeah, 5:30 Monday for Cardio Blast ‒ I’ll
be there.”


Next Monday rolled around and I pulled into the parking
lot at 5:20. I was surprised to see her mini-van already
there. As I busied myself gathering my membership card,
my weight-lifting gloves and my water bottle, I looked
up to see her standing by my car with a silly little grin on
her face.


I opened my door and greeted her with a surprised look on
my face. She smiled slyly and pulled a Best Western room
key out of her pocket. “I was hoping you could give me some
more instruction tonight ‒ I’ve already gotten the room.”


I raised my eyebrows and grinned at her. “Pretty sure of
yourself, aren’t you?”


She lowered her eyes and flashed me a sexy smile, “Yeah.
Meet me there at 6:30?”


Shocked yet delighted at the turn of events, all I could
say was “Sure.” Perhaps my little student was going to teach
me a thing or two after all.

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6/29/2006

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Oh my I need to go find my husband right now for a well needed
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