I finally did it. I got it on with my personal trainer.
We’d always been flirty — making suggestive comments and letting our eyes linger just a little too long when looking at one another, but neither of us had ever crossed a line. Until yesterday, that is.
We were set up in a private studio, so we weren’t visible to the rest of the gym. I was finishing a set of squats when Kevin decided that we should switch things up.
“Get on the floor,” he said, nodding down toward the mat. “Time for a reclined hamstring stretch.”
Kevin kneeled by my feet. His thumb brushed over the sensitive skin on my ankle, making me tingle as he curled his fingers around it.
Slowly, he lifted my leg, pushing it back until my sneaker was nearly alongside my head. He used the full weight of his body to help me stretch my hamstring, brushing his crotch against mine at the same time.
I knew that my ass needed to stay on the floor to finish the stretch, but I couldn’t help myself — I gyrated my hips against him, creating the friction that my body craved.
A knowing smile lifted the corners of Kevin’s lips. He rolled his hips against mine in response, pushing me down hard against the floor. Then he did it again, rocking his body so that his erection passed over my clit with every thrust.
Kevin hooked one thick, callused finger into the waistband of my pants.
“Can I take these off?” he asked.
“God, yes,” I groaned.
He sat back on his heels, allowing my leg to drop. After unlacing my sneakers and slipping them from my feet, he grabbed hold of my workout pants and pulled them off in one smooth motion. Now only my thong and sports bra remained.
Kevin skimmed his hands up the side of my thighs. His fingertips caught the elastic band of my thong and gave it a snap.
“I’ve always wondered what you were hiding under those pants,” he said.
He bent his head and planted a kiss smack in the center of the little triangle of fabric that covered my mound.
“Too bad I have to take it off.”
Kevin’s teeth grazed my skin when he took the edge of the fabric into his mouth. He tugged at the material, pausing to nuzzle my clit as he pulled my thong down.
“You smell amazing,” he drawled as he settled himself in between my legs again. “I bet you taste even better.”
His head dipped and he trailed the tip of his tongue around my clit. I expected him to linger there for a while, but Kevin is always full of surprises.
After he circled the pulsing little bundle of nerves, he journeyed down the length of my slit to my ass. He worked his tongue in between my cheeks and tapped against my asshole. He wiggled against the puckered skin, then he made his way back to my pussy and dove in between my folds.
“Oh, fuck!” I said loudly.
Kevin lapped at my slit, licking up all the moisture that had collected there.
Once he’d had his fill, he plunged his tongue deep into my pussy hole. His lips sealed around me, pushing his tongue even deeper inside. He worked his jaw back and forth, using his mouth and chin to thoroughly massage my cunt.
My fingers flexed against the mat. The man was gifted. He was driving me wild without even touching my clit. And then...he went there. He pressed his thumb against my clit, rocking it from side to side, stimulating the sensitive bud until I saw stars.
“Yes,” I kept moaning.
My hips bucked, lifting my ass off the rubber mat. My body demanded to be closer to the man attending to my pleasure.
As I reached my peak, Kevin pulled back the tiniest bit, expertly calibrating the pressure that had sent me to the edge and over. The result was an impossibly long orgasm that rippled over me, slowly dragging me under.
When the last of my tremors subsided, Kevin lifted his head from between my legs. His confident grin confirmed that he was proud of how he’d made me feel.
“You taste delicious,” he purred.
He placed his hands on the mat on either side of my torso, caging me in, then crawled up my body, bringing his lips within a hair’s breadth of my own.
His sweet, musky breath fanned over my face as he whispered, “Do you ever lick your fingers after you make yourself come, Kara?”
I nodded, too afraid of what my sated voice might sound like if I spoke.
“And do you like the taste?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered.
“Good. Let’s see if you taste different mixed with me.”
And then he kissed me.
It started gentle, his lips brushing delicately against my own. Then he slipped his tongue into my mouth and our sweet kiss evolved into a rollicking make-out session. Our hands were everywhere, desperately trying to map one another’s tight, sculpted physiques.
Kevin reached between us and pulled down his shorts. He broke the kiss to get up on his knees, giving me an eyeful of what he’d been hiding under his gym clothes all these years.
His eyes connected with mine as he absently stroked his erection. His strong, thick fingers weren’t quite long enough to completely close around his girth.
The steady pulse in my pussy started to pick up its pace. I wiggled on the mat again, struggling to keep my composure as I impatiently waited for Kevin to fuck me.
Finally, he lowered his body onto mine again. One strong arm supported his weight while the other slipped back between us, this time to direct his dick into my pussy. The thick, flared head pressed against me, parting my soaking wet folds.
Never one to wait patiently, I tilted my hips up and pushed until my pussy had swallowed every last inch of Kevin’s dick. The flat front of his pelvis pressed against my folds, adding another layer of sensation every time he rolled his hips against mine.
Kevin always told me that a strong core was the key to stamina, and the way he fucked certainly proved that theory. The man had endless energy, and he directed all of it to make me feel fucking amazing.
I wrapped my legs around Kevin’s trim waist and locked my ankles at his back, pulling myself up to match him thrust for thrust. It was the best workout we’d ever had together, and I wasn’t ready for it to end.
When we were both seconds from explosion, Kevin reached between us one last time and placed his thumb on my clit. All it took was the tiniest bit of pressure for me to come with a scream.
Kevin followed me over the edge. Hot come pumped into my pussy, filling me to the brim, serving as my reminder that Kevin had claimed me.
As we put our clothes back on, we looked around to make sure no one had heard us. Thankfully, the music in the main gym was loud enough to cover the sounds of our lovemaking.
“Let’s take this workout back to my place,” Kevin said with a smile.
And that’s exactly what we did.