Ciara has the hots for Danny the gym instructor. When he offers to give her some one-on-one instruction, she can't wait. Her body is about to experience the ultimate workout, and the pounding pistons on these fitness machines never get tired. 4,880 words of hot sex machine action.
"Hey Ciara, back again?"
"It’s the quality of the staff here," she said, nodding at his branded vest. "I can't stay away."
Danny grinned. He was in his early twenties, bronzed and buffed and the lust object of every single woman who used the gym. However much the gym paid him for instructing, he was worth twice as much just as eye candy.
"Gym's not everything," he said. "You wanna mix it up with other sports, you know."
"Oh really? What would you suggest…for stamina….for flexibility…?"
Danny's eyes lingered on her breasts, full enough that she could feel them jiggle even under her industrial-strength sports bra. "Mmm…cycling's good for stamina."
"I'm more of an indoor person."
"I would need to be shown the moves. I bet you'd be good at that, Danny. Helping women to get into position."
He laughed and shook his head. "I'll sign you up to the yoga classes here, if you like."
"I can't learn in a group. I prefer one-on-one."
"Martha does individual tuition."
Ciara had turned up the pace to impress Danny but she was finding it hard to sustain. It was getting hard to keep her breathing steady. "I'm one of those people who don't like to be told what to do by a woman."
"Hmm. I think I can see exactly what you need." Danny leaned in close and held her gaze. Ciara tried not to gasp with the effort she was making to look effortless.
"And can you give me what I need?"
"Yes," Danny whispered. Then he straightened up. "But not today. You might want to mix up your pace a little," he added as he walked away. "Try intervals."
Ciara slowed the machine but her heartrate took some time to drop to normal.
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Published July 30, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.