Becoming more of a regular at the gym now, I was asked out on a date by one of the gym’s personal trainers! Obviously not the PT I use, but someone else that I see around fairly often at the gym. I never thought I’d end up having sex with a gym trainer!
He was one of the first guys I started to recognise at the gym. He would be doing workouts on the bars or benches whenever I came on my friday sessions. At first we just ignored each other, as I ignore mostly everyone in the gym and they ignore me. One day last week however I was trying to use the bars myself but couldn’t find the liquid chalk used for grip. This guy comes up to me and asks if I’d like to use his chalk. It wasn’t a chat-up line, but I did thank him profusely before covering myself in powdered chalk. I thought it was liquid chalk which you squeeze out the bottle but it wasn’t. He laughed at my white powdered self and said “I’m a personal trainer, this actually happens more often than you’d think.” He then asks me if I’d like to go for drinks afterwards. This is very surprising because 1) I’m not very pretty at the gym, without make up and covered in sweat and 2) I’m extra not pretty because I’ve just covered myself in chalk.
I accept though, and we meet outside the gym after our sessions which we spent mostly not talk to each other. He looks very buff in daylight and I don’t think I’ve ever gone on a date with someone who could easily lift me up with one hand. We go to a trendy beer bar down the road which is full of guys in suits and women in heels. I feel a little out of place in jeans and a t-shirt, and even more so when I order and lemonade and not beer. The trainer seems shocked there are people out there that don’t drink alcohol, but I’m actually used to this response already.
We end up standing outside by a vent because inside is so crowded. The fresh air is marred by the vent, which is also blowing my hair straight into my mouth when I talk. I don’t think I could come across as any more of a dork if I tried. However my dorkiness doesn’t seem to put him off. After about his third beer and my second lemonade, he asks if I’d like to go back to his place. I think he uses some excuse about checking his home gym set-up but I don’t mind. We grab a bus and end up back at his flat, which is minimalist and clean. We end up sitting on his sofa as he opens a bottle of white wine. I drink this because I feel it would be rude not to.
We’re discussing supplement pills when he leans over and kisses me. I wasn’t expecting it, he tastes of beer and wine. I kiss him back and he’s quick to wrap his arm around me and pull me over on top of him. We stay in this position for a while, him lying on the sofa and myself straddling over him, leaning over to kiss him. He has his hands gripped on firmly on my hip but doesn’t do anything. I kiss him lightly, small pecks on his cheeks and lips and chin and neck. He takes my mouth back and kisses me deeply, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I moan against his lips. He sits up, and with me still on top of him stands up. His hands holding me against him, he carries me to his bedroom and gently places me down.
He continues to kiss me, ravaging my mouth so roughly that I barely have time to breath. My head is dizzy and I feel my entire body tingling. He pulls my jeans and panties down, and I take the little time to shove them off with my feet. Now, I’m lying on the bed half naked whilst he just stares at me for a moment. He then takes my legs and pushes them apart slightly, sinking down to the floor with my bum on the edge of the bed. He places my legs over his shoulders and his head moves towards me. I suddenly feel the assaulting sensation of tongue on my clit. Hard, fast licks which make me wetter than I already am. I can’t help but start moaning out loud. He pushes a finger inside me, whilst still working his tongue around, the double sensation really driving me over the edge. I can feel how wet I am just by the slickness of his finger slipping in and out of me.
I feel my orgasm build up, but I don’t want to climax from this. I push his head away from me, and he looks up confused. My eyes are half closed however and I’m just about able to tell him how badly I want him inside me. He growls with appreciation and takes no time to push me back onto the bed properly. In one smooth motion, he pushes himself into me. It completely fills me, and I actually gasp out at the sensation. He stills, and pulls out gently. I wrap my arms around his neck to show him it’s ok. He then starts a slow and sensual rhythm, pushing into me, pulling out nearly all the way, before sliding back in. It builds up inside me and soon I am begging him to go a little bit harder.
He smiles and places my ankles on his shoulders, so that my body is almost doubled up on itself. This gives him a great angle and I feel as he hits my gspot. He has much better leverage now, and starts thrusting into me a little harder. Still slowly however, but he’s going in so deep, I’m thankful he’s not doing it faster. It feels so intense, and my body tighten ups. I really feel like I’m going to climax soon, but I’m not happy with this. I don’t want to orgams whilst he’s taking it easy on me.
I pull away from him and turn over onto my hands and knees. I press my chest to the bed and lift my bum up as high as I can at him. He laughs as I wriggle my bottom in his face. He understands what I want though and I feel him coming closer, getting ready to mount me from behind. I love doggy style. He starts of slow but I thrust my hips back at him and my moans get louder. He knows I want more. He obliges and slams into me, making my almost scream out and grip the bed sheets with my hands. It feels amazing though. I don’t know what I’m saying, but I must be encouraging him however as he starts to fuck me harder and faster. My breasts bounce wildly with the motion of our fucking and the bed creaks. I’m sweating and my breathing is fast and shallow. He grabs onto my shoulder and really drives in, making me unable to think. I climax spectacularly, crying out and collapsing on the bed. He follows quickly and falls on top of me. It feels hot with his sweaty body on top of mine but I like the weight.
He kisses my nap neck and shoulders, rolls off me to the side and pulls me into cuddle. We’re both panting and short of breath. This moment is very sweet and tender compared to the rough, wild sex we’ve just experienced. I start to fall asleep, my last thought wondering if all sex with a gym trainer was this intense.