It was Friday at 1:00. It had been a bad week. To top it off, a last minute conference call had made me an hour late for my appointment, and I had missed my personal trainer.
I finally made it to the gym. As I stepped on a treadmill to warm up, I noticed that there was no one around except for a man who was stripped to the waist working with the exercise balls. He was tall, dark and very tanned. His chest hair was thick and unusual because it was so white. I had passed him on the way in, and his man smell had immediately grabbed my attention, taking my mind off my own problems.
He was doing some complicated bridging exercises requiring a good deal of balance, but what drew my attention was how his sweating made his skin even darker. I noticed he was watching me too, which made my nipples stand out in my light-blue sports bra. I wondered if he was thinking about my tan lines the same way I was thinking about his. In my hurry, I had failed to put panties on under my workout pants, so the sweat I was beginning to generate was marking my body in such a way that I was sure he would notice.
Finishing with the treadmill, I walked over to him, looking for another ball for my own routine. He rolled up so he was sitting upright on the ball and picked up a Purdue T-shirt to wipe the sweat that glistened across his upper body. As I approached, I saw him quickly appraising my curves, and I brazenly added some extra swing to my hips. He smiled for me, and I immediately noticed his warmth and his big hazel eyes. I told him that there was not much equipment or many people around, and he said that all the trainers had gone to meeting at another club and that most of the equipment had been locked up. He must have noticed my disappointment and asked if he could help. I told him I normally worked with my trainer and used some weights for resistance. He said, "I'm not a trainer, but I will be happy to work with you." I should have passed right then, but there was something both sincere and sexy about this man, and I was drawn to him.
He gave me the ball, which I used against the wall. He stood very close in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. He applied pressure as I slowly moved up the wall. I gazed at the golden flecks in his eyes as he looked into my big blue eyes. I commented on not having seen him before, and he said he had an office close by that he visited from time to time and that a friend let him use a guest pass for the club when he was in town. He watched the muscles in my belly and thighs straining against the pressure, and I noticed the flair of his nostrils as he drew in my scent. He said I smelled of bubble bath and...something else. From the darkening of those eyes I could tell what he thought it was. I smiled knowingly, and he said, "You have naughty dimples." As I lay on my back, he removed my shoes. First he held my feet so I could do abdominal crunches. He commented that I must wear heels regularly because my calves were very shapely. Then he watched intently as I worked my abs, his gaze alternating from my heaving breasts and dropping to my V where my own sweat was gathering. He then stood over me and placed my feet against his chest. His chest hair and the moisture combined to make it slippery, so I had to concentrate to keep from slipping as he applied more and more of his weight to my straining thighs. I could feel his nipples hardening more as I squeezed them between my toes, and his eyes were becoming more desirous by the moment.
