A fitness class can is the thing that a woman can never miss, especially if her instructor is a sexy strong man with a huge cock…
It was a Christmas Eve. The fitness-club was to close at nine o’clock. Everybody was in high spirits looking forward to celebrating the holiday. People were in a hurry to lay the table and finish the shopping.
Instead of preparing salads I decided to attend the last training session this year. Five more people came there, too. The training we attended was called Tai-Bo; it’s similar to aerobics but besides there are elements of Oriental martial arts. It’s nice and vital.
Making attacks into the air together with the rhythmical music I asked myself why I was so much attracted by men who had a power over me, even a tiny and temporary power. Probably I have some prehistoric instincts. For instance, our instructor is a very young guy, but we do everything he says. Though I can leave at any moment, the feeling of submission worries me a bit and makes me excited. I want to look attractive for him and something special in my motions appears. I can’t explain it with words. I can possibly be mistaken but men feel that. I catch his eye but I don’t realize whether he controls my kicks and punches or… I shall not hide it from you – I like these moments of a light speechless flirt. I reckon a woman needs that from time to time.
I guess I fell thoughtful over this topic and making a leap I slipped and fell down. My knee hurt. The instructor rushed to me, helped me to stand up and seated me on a rubber rug in the corner of the gym.
- Did you hurt yourself? – He asked me looking worried.
- No, just a bit, maybe. Thanks.
There were fifteen minutes left to the end of the session and five minutes later I continued doing exercises.
- Thank you all, the training is over.
Everybody went to change their clothes. I was still sitting in the rug rubbing the bruise on my knee. He came up to me and stretched his hand. I stood up and found myself very close to him. My hand was still in his hand. I looked into his eyes and felt I could drown there. His look was filled with lust… My lips half-opened and I approached to him. I realized that if he was caught here with me he would be fired. And he knew that but for some reason he was slow to move away. Here, as if for a special purpose the lights were off – probably girls on the reception were in a hurry to leave. And at last it happened… I touched his lips with my lips and he couldn’t restrain himself any more. He pressed me tightly to him and began kissing my lips, face, neck… My thin shoulder straps fell down and soon my top also went down revealing the breast. My breathes were erratic, more gasps than breathes, I lost my head. I put my hands under his T-shirt and I was enjoying his body and feeling his muscles strain.
- I want you so much… - I whispered.
He pulled down my shorts and wet panties and put me on a window sill. I took off his pants and took his hot hard cock into my hand and squeezed it a bit. He sighed, and I moved towards him not being able to wait. My moist vulva lips touched his dick head; I swayed a couple of times for it to slide over my aroused clit. His strong hands embraced my thighs and he entered me… deep, up to the limit… I felt him moving inside, my hands were rumpling his hair, fondling his face and shoulders. His knob now was bigger and harder. A few jerks and a gulf of pleasure swept over me. At this very moment he exploded inside. Suddenly I realized there was nothing between us, we were a whole thing; it was fantastic! I pressed to him closely expressing all my trust and tenderness which I experienced at that moment. He was breathing fast, then his forehead leaned against my shoulder and slowly coming to myself I stroked him over his face.
The club was to close soon and we got dressed quickly and went downstairs to the changing-rooms. There were some trainees and club workers, so we couldn’t talk any more. When I came out of the changing-room he was speaking to some people. I smiled at him, took my bag and went out.
When I came to the next training I didn’t know how to act and wondered how he would behave. Unfortunately our instructor was a girl this time. I felt disappointed. When the session was over I left the club and saw a young man with flowers standing a little aside. He turned his face to me and I recognized him. My heart was beating very fast. He came to me smiling. I had a thought that our first meeting was tumultuous and short but now he wasn’t at work and we could get to know each other much better.
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