[F]ucking the Gym Trainer

Happy Easter everyone! I have another slutty confession to share with you all, I hope you enjoy!

So spring came around last year, and I decided it was time to try and get ready for summer (or as much of it that exists in the UK!) I'd been recommended a local gym by some of my girl friends, and so thought I'd check it out. Now I'm not a gym bunny, and like a lot of people have a love/hate relationship with the gym - I was a little nervous about starting on my own, so I booked an induction class so that one of the trainers could show me the ropes.

When I arrived at the gym, I filled out all the initial paperwork at the front desk and was then greeted by my trainer "Adam." Adam should've been named "Adonis," as he looked like he was carved out of marble. He was chiseled and lean, and when he moved his arms I could see the bands of muscle rippling. He was young, I guessed about 20 years old, and roughly 6ft tall with short blonde hair and a warm, friendly smile. I could see why my friends had recommended this place! I tried to shut off this train of thought before I got too carried away: I was here to work not flirt after all.

Adam gave me a small tour and orientation of the facilities: the complex also included a swimming pool and sauna/spa area, which I could have access to with my gym pass. Before we began any exercise he asked about my fitness goals, and I told him I was just looking to be a little healthier, and look better for the summer, at which he gave me a once over and told me with a warm smile that I was already there. I blushed a little at his joke and he lead me around the gym floor, it was reasonably quiet and we didn't have to wait to use any of the machines or weights. As he demonstrated correct form and technique, I couldn't help but check him out, his muscles flexing as his body moved. He caught me looking once or twice but didn't say anything: I guess he was used to wandering eyes, especially from the older clientele.

As the session continued I find myself getting more distracted by him, and couldn't help but try to tease him a little myself when it was my time to work, however he remained almost annoyingly professional and I knew I'd have to up my game if I wanted a reaction out of him.

We trained together a few times over the next few weeks: he often hosted classes that I'd sometimes participate in, and I always enjoyed watching him work his hot young body, and whilst we always exchanged small talk or a flirty joke he remained the consumate professional, which only made me fantasize about him more.

One Friday night, I found myself walking to the taxi rank after an evening with my friends when I spotted a familiar figure up the road: it was Adam, and he was alone. He spotted me and walked over to say hello. He was looking good in a form-fitting black shirt and light chinos, and I could tell he was checking me out as he got closer. I greeted him with a hug, which he held for sliiiightly longer than necessary. 'Maybe he is interested after all' I thought to myself, feeling his strong arms around my back. Like me, he was alone and on his way home until he ran into me, so with a smile I asked if he'd like to get one for the road with me. He readily agreed so we made our way into a nearby bar.

I bought us both a drink, and we sat in one of the booths in the corner and got to chatting. We were both a little tipsy so the conversation quickly became flirty. He asked how I was enjoying the gym and if I was happy with the progress I was making, which I said I was. I sat back and asked him if he could notice any changes, inviting him to look me over. His eyes roamed over the curves of my dress, lingering over my cleavage, before looking me in the eye again and telling me I looked good. I offered him a bare arm and asked if he could feel my muscles yet. He took it in his hands and ran them up up pale skin, his grip firm but soft. I was starting to wonder who was seducing who as he effectively massaged my arm.

This was past the point of professional interest now and we both knew it: I decided to push him a little further, and scooted closer to him, our bodies now touching. "My legs are feeling much stronger, I think they are definately getting more toned." I took his hand and placed it on my thigh, just above the knee. His fingers pressed into my leg as he gripped, not moving from that spot but rubbing and massaging, feeling the muscle under his hand. He was looking at me with an intensity I'd not seen from him before and I knew it was time to make a real move. I leant over and whispered in his ear: "Don't stop" and gently kissed the side of his jaw.

In response he slid his hand up my thigh....under the material of my dress. This was bolder than I'd been expecting which only made me hornier. I spread my legs a little, wondering if he could feel the heat emanating from my pussy as his hand slowly but firmly made it's way up my leg. I moaned softly into his ear as his fingers finally reached the thin fabric of my thong. They grazed the outside, gently exploring, I knew he could feel my dampness and heat and I wanted to touch him in the same way. I reached over to his crotch, going for gold straight away. I felt his hardness through his trousers and began to stroke him, feeling his shape and size as it strained for release. I kissed him on the lips as I felt his manhood, a teasing kiss, with little tongue and the promise of more. "Do you want to get out of here?" I asked after.

"Fuck yes" he replied.

"Let's go to your place" I told him.

"My flatmate might be there..." he said cautiously.

"I don't care." By this point I was driven by lust and wanted him inside me by the end of the night.

We took a taxi back to his flat, and struggled to keep our hands off each other. Luckily it wasn't a long ride, we reached his building and got in the lift and immediately started making out. His hands wandering over my body and cupping my arse, pulling me in to him as we kissed. We heard the ping and the doors open, and I practically dragged him out as he told me which number to go for.

"Shit, my flatmate is here" he exclaimed as he opened the door.

"Your room?" I asked.

"Second on the left down the corridor"

I pulled ahead of him while he locked the door behind him, and burst into the second door on the right...to see a guy playing on a PC opposite me.

"I said left!" I heard behind me and I quickly shut the door as he turned around, before he got a good look at me.

"Shit my bad" I giggled as I went into the correct bedroom. "Well now he definately knows you have a guest," I laughed as Adam followed behind me then shut and locked his door.

"Help me with this dress" I asked him, and felt his hands on the zipper, and the cool air on my back as he undid me. I stepped away from him, letting the dress fall to the floor: giving him a good view of my thong-covered arse and then sat on his bed.

"I want to see you" I said, biting my lip. He took the cue and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his six-pack, before undoing his belt and chinos, pushing them down his legs and taking off his socks. As he straightened up his cock sprang to attention, it was a nice size, and had a strong upward curve that I knew would feel amazing inside me. He walked towards the bed and I placed my hands on his leg, leaning forward to take him into my mouth. He groaned as my tongue ran over his shaft, sucking on the tip, then taking him back inside....each time a little deeper. I released his cock with a 'pop' and started to stroke his shaft as I kissed and sucked his smooth balls.

"Enough....." he gasped, pushing me away from him and back onto the bed. I watch him kneel between my legs, and I lifted my arse up, allowing him to slip my thong off. I relaxed back, looking up at the ceiling as I felt his tongue on my clit. Like a lot of younger guys, what he lacked in technique or experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm and stamina. I played with my bare breasts as I enjoyed his oral skills. He alternated between pushing his tongue into me, tasting my wetness, then making small circles on my clit. It felt so good, but I really wanted his cock and so I sat back up and invited him inside me.

He stood up, and lifted and spread my legs. He pushed the head of his cock against me, finding the entrance, then slid inside. The curve felt like it was matching the countours of my insides as I felt every single centimetre press against me and I cried out with pleasure.

"Shhh...my flatmate will hear." Adam joked.

"He already knows," I replied, "Don't you want him to know how good you fuck?" I teased him back.

This had the intended effect and he started to thrust into me with powerful strokes. He pushed my legs together and the sensation was almost unbearable, his young cock stretching me from every angle. "I've thought about this so many times" he confessed as he fucked me.

"Me too," I gasped, "Yes babe just like that" I moaned loudly, the idea of his friend hearing us adding to the naughtiness.

Adam kept up his pace, the steady rhythm pushing me closer to the edge, and I felt my orgasm hit: the heat spreading out and washing through me. He withdrew, giving me a few seconds to recover, but he wasn't done yet. He rolled me over onto my front, and I scooted back onto my knees, offering myself to him again. I felt him enter me from behind, this time the curve of his cock hitting the other way, and it was a much different feeling. He started slower this time, letting me get used to him and testing my sensitivity. "Fuck me babe" I begged, and he obliged, picking up the pace. His hands reached underneath to grope my tits as they swayed, and he used them to pull me upright, arching my back.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned in my ear as his cock hammered inside me.

"Fuck yes, fuck, fuck!" I cried, knowing that there was no way his friends wasn't listening. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside me" I kept up the dirty talk, driving him wild, his thrusts getting harder and faster with each moan. His fingers clutched at my breasts, playing with them and flicking at my nipples as he filled me with his young cock over and over. "Give me that fucking cock" I begged, pushing him over the edge.

"I'm going to cum" he announced between his breaths.

"On me" I moaned back, wanting to give him a view he wouldn't forget. He suddenly withdrew and I spun over, pushing my tits up towards him and looking him in the eye as he stroked himself to finish. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and covered my breasts as he exploded over me.

"Was it as good as you imagined?" I teased him, referring to his earlier admission.

"Better!" He replied, looking down at me and the mess he'd made on my chest. "You are so fucking hot" he praised me and I giggled and gave him a wink. He offered me the use of his ensuite to clean myself up, and I did so after ordering an uber home. When it arrived he checked the corridor and route out of his flat to make sure the coast was clear before I left, and I gave him a quick kiss goodbye before heading out.

Needless to say, he became my favourite trainer at the gym, and I'd be lying if I said that's been our only enounter since. Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think!

*kisses*