Chelle's Secrets: Personal Training

She pulled into her usual spot at the gym and took a moment to check herself in the mirror. It was silly to worry about things like makeup and how your hair looked when you were about to go sweat your ass off and work out, but Michelle couldn?t help it. She?d always been a girly girl and looking her best no matter the situation was her ?MO?, so to speak. That extended to getting up at 6 am to brush her teeth and comb her hair before getting back in bed on the weekends when her boyfriend stayed over, just so he would wake up greeted by the flawlessly beautiful, seductive girl that she was. As Michelle entered her 30s she had grown increasingly self-conscious about her looks, particularly since her boyfriend was a good 5 years younger than she and, uncharacteristic of her previous dating choices, the kind of guy who attracted his own share of attention. While she appreciated dating a man who complimented her arm when they went out together, the brunette was always critical of herself and the shape her supposedly aging body was in. The fact that they had recently been involved in certain ?open relationship?-type scenarios had only heightened this awareness. Plus, she had found herself in a few compromising ?extracurricular? encounters lately that only served to remind her that fidelity was only as good as the resolve of each person. She didn?t seriously suspect her boyfriend of running around on her, but the fact that she had willingly done so herself made her realize just how fragile the concept of being faithful to someone really was.To that end, she had taken the advice of her new friend Becky and joined a gym. Michelle always prided herself on being fit: she was fortunate enough to have been born with good genetics and knew that such things required maintenance, but as she reached her 30s the basic workouts and running weren?t enough to fight back the occasional creeping extra pounds and the inevitable conflict with gravity. If she were going to maintain the interest of a younger man she knew she had to step up her game.Becky had recommended the gym and her own personal trainer, a man named Todd whom Becky had warned was ?sadistic, but he?ll whip your ass into shape.? He had done this and more in the three months she had gone to the gym and the results had been more than worth it. Michelle had always been a confident girl but the lean, strong muscle she had developed in her legs, arms, and already close to perfect ass had given her a swagger previously unknown. She would go to the gym, work herself to exhaustion under Todd?s careful and unrelenting tutelage, and then come home to allow her man to reap the benefits. She dressed differently, more revealing. Tighter clothes. She found herself greeting her man naked at the door and remaining so sometimes for the entirety of the weekend, such was the confidence she felt in her new self. As for Todd, Rebecca had told her that her new personal trainer was a ?hottie? but ?not to be trusted.? What Michelle would learn is that when her trainer wasn?t being a total son of a bitch he was also an oppressive flirt. Todd was older, approaching forty, or more likely already there and just claiming to be younger. He was shorter than Michelle, maybe 5?7 or so and she mused that he seemed to have the attitude of compensation that she?d seen in other men of lesser stature. He was also going bald in the back of his scalp, and when she was pressing herself through another endless burpee or dead lift at his relentless command she would wonder if, 1) he had a mirror that let him know he was going bald; and, 2) if all the money people like herself were paying him constituted enough to buy a Rogaine treatment. He was also clearly from up north. New York, she reminded herself. He mentions it all the fucking time like that?s a thing to be proud of or something. Like many such transplants that she had met in her life, Todd had brought his cocky attitude and bad choice in tribal arm tattoos with him. Growing up as a teen in her southern city, her daddy had given her a few rules about dating when she was younger and one of them had been: ?No Yankees.? Of course, being the rebellious girl she was back then, Michelle had promptly gone out and lost her virginity to a ?bad boy? from New Jersey.Over time she had come to appreciate the mannerly approach of Southern men. Todd was the epitome of everything her daddy warned her about, and he in some small way reminded her of the loser she had first let inside of her heavenly vagina way back in High School. She şişli escort found herself sometimes reminded of that former lover and those first awkward fumblings into intimacy, as she grimaced with effort during Todd?s punishing workouts.To top it all off, Todd had a habit of wearing spandex workout pants that left nothing to the imagination. Most days they were safely hidden under baggy workout shorts, but every so often he just let it all hang out there. Those times when she couldn?t help but look, she realized that his crotch was a total mystery to her. It always seemed to be a featureless bulge in the front of the pants, not the outlined cock print one would imagine from such leg wear. She decided that a man like Todd was the type who would clearly be compensating for something, and probably stuffed those laughable shorts with a sock to make himself look bigger. The boy she?d lost her innocence to had been the same way. She cringed to recall him awkwardly grunting against her for 2 minutes, cumming in the condom he had probably put on wrong, and still he somehow managed to not even break her hymen, (an honor that would soon enough go to a much more capable boy that she dated for several years). Thus, in the moments when Todd was punishing her with exercise, Michelle took comfort in knowing that the cruel, aging, lightly balding man who was her trainer probably had a micro penis which was inspiring his overbearing attitude.In spite of all that, Michelle had to admit: the dude had a rocking-ass body. Her younger boyfriend was blessed with good genetics and also spent a fair amount in the gym himself, but Todd had the body of a man who has made it his life?s work to improve his physical form. In spite of her own feelings, she often had to catch herself ogling his sculpted legs, abs, and rock hard arms while they worked together. Todd would always demonstrate the exercise he expected her to perform, and this quickly became Michelle?s favorite part of her frequent workouts. Watching his muscles ripple as he demonstrated squats, triceps extensions, and other workouts inspired and sometimes aroused her when it became her turn to perform.When it came time to do the workouts, Todd would berate and belittle the young brunette in a loud, thick-accented voice whenever she did an exercise incorrectly or without the effort he demanded. Michelle was a feisty girl and gave as good as she got, greeting his punishing taunts with her own snide comments. She sensed early on that Todd was attracted to her and she used that to her advantage. Always a flirt herself, Chelle would purposely flaunt her goods during certain workouts. She wore expensive workout clothes that fit her perfectly and accentuated her best features. She would also talk excitedly about her boyfriend coming in to town and would drop innuendoes about her plans for his arrival. She did these things as comic relief for how hard Todd worked her and degraded her when she had to stop a workout because she had been pushed to the limit. All in all, it was a nice give and take relationship. Michelle got a fantastic workout in, and she got to flirt and ogle the man who delivered such punishments, all the while still letting him know where he stood with her own retorts.And then, wouldn?t you know it, the fucker had to go and screw it all up by trying to kiss her.They were stretching after a particularly hard day. Michelle was wearing her black yoga pants and a tight blue shirt that strained against her smaller but very perky breasts, which were even appreciable in the sports bra she wore. They were bantering back and forth in their cruel, flirty manner when suddenly, during a leg stretch, he found himself somewhat close to her face. Todd leaned in, dropped her leg, and kissed her right on the mouth. If she were being honest, she kissed him back a little before throwing him off. The move had taken her off guard but she had felt some of the same attraction towards the other man, especially knowing that her own boyfriend was 5 days away from his next visit. There was something in the exertion, the sweat, the master-slave relationship of trainer and trainee, and the pheromone sweat in the air that broke her resolve just enough to hesitate. He leaned in and kissed her lips and for a brief moment she let his unfamiliar tongue dance along her own, stunned by the development and caught briefly without a plan to do otherwise.The moment quickly passed, though as she tasted the stupid mint breath spray that he no doubt used before mecidiyeköy escort every session with single mothers, soccer moms, and the occasional hottie fighting gravity like herself. With an exaggerated push, she threw him off, cursing him and loudly reminding the trainer that she had a boyfriend and that what he was doing was unprofessional. She had left the gym in a huff, spurning his attempts at apology and suggesting that she was going to report his unprofessional behavior. She shrugged off his attempts at apology and drove away angry.And when she got home, maybe or maybe not subconsciously inspired by the earlier event, she had masturbated in the shower. The thought in her head when she came may or may not have been a man who wasn?t her boyfriend, although she wouldn?t admit this to herself.A few days later on her next visit to the gym, Todd was all professional. He still worked her hard and still taunted her when she wanted to quit or slack off, but the innuendos stopped completely. And after a few weeks of this new dynamic she started to feel bad. The back and forth flirtation had become something that she actually liked about her gym visits. She liked knowing that she could still turn on a man. She liked the affirmation that she had a hot body, even if she was dedicated to her boyfriend (a few minor indiscretions aside). Quite simply, Todd was no fun when he wasn?t, well, being Todd.To this end, rather than have an awkward conversation about the kiss, Michelle began to slowly flirt back at him, and her workout outfits became more and more revealing. She went and bought several skimpy short or tight-fitting ensembles that she wore during their sessions, and she secretly relished the way he devoured her with his eyes when they worked out. She started to feel that maybe she had reacted too harshly at his clumsy approach. She missed the back and forth banter they had, the adversarial flirt relationship that always inspired her to work just a little harder.-----------------------------------To that end, when she parked the car in front of the gym and took a moment to examine herself, she realized that for some twisted reason she had dressed specifically to impress her pig of a trainer. Michelle was wearing a tight-fitting gray t-shirt with a sports bra underneath and very short pink workout shorts. She had also purposely put on panties that had a mesh crotch that, if one looked hard enough, they could see all of her business. She tried to tell herself that this was an accident but in reality she secretly relished the idea that when she did the circuit on ?leg day? (which was her hardest, most dreaded workout day), he might just catch a glimpse of her most private parts. It was, in a way, an apology for her earlier prudish behavior. She would tease him a little with her sexy outfit and tight, fit body and let him know that the kiss, while inappropriate, was still appreciated for what it was: an affirmation that even in her 30s, Michelle was still a damn sexy girl. She didn?t notice at first that she was the only car in the parking lot. Michelle?s gym was a fairly busy meat-market type place in an up and coming area full of a mixture of yuppies and retirees who all filled the relatively small space at differing times of the day. Mornings were clogged with the older people while the young crowd filled the area after 5. Michelle had a day off from work on account of her boss being out of the country and closing the office where she worked, so when she rolled into the place at 10 am, the fact that no one else was there didn?t immediately strike her as odd.Todd greeted her at the door. She caught his eyes giving her a quick up and down and she was pleased to see him smile before quickly resuming a professional demeanor. She walked in the gym and immediately was struck by how different the atmosphere seemed. No music was playing. The air felt stagnant and not the overly cool air conditioned temperature she had become used to.And then she also saw that absolutely no one else was there.?Hey. We actually were gonna close today, the air broke yesterday and Gary, the owner, is out of the country. I was going to call you and tell you not to come in today but I figured you were tough enough not to pass out if we didn?t pamper you with AC. Plus I know how Princess Chelle gets when she can?t get her workout in. I would take it personally if you got fat on my watch due to somebody not paying the maintainence fees. ?Michelle smiled. It was the closest he?d come to being old Todd since the kiss. She allowed:? ?Well that was quite thoughtful of you. I?m here so dammit you better work me hard.??I think I can accommodate you on that.? He said, motioning her towards the back room where the weight racks were.Michelle had no idea at that point just how ?accommodating? he intended to be..-----------------------------------Twenty minutes later she was exhausted and still working hard. Leg day meant squats, leg presses, a few burpees thrown in for good measure and then, as a finishing period, time on the leg machines. Her long, sexy legs burned like fire from her efforts and still Todd directed her to do more, push harder, work areas that complemented those that he had already exhausted. This drive, while painful, was appreciated by the young brunette. Her legs and ass, both of which were naturally breathtaking. had absolutely never looked better. Todd might have been an arrogant, aging asshole and a clumsy-ass flirt, but the man got results.Talk had been sparse between them, almost creepily so. Todd had been commanding, his voice loud and echoing against the wood floor of the empty, silent gym. She was worried that her earlier threats had permanently changed their dynamic and she, at several points almost decided to just break the silence and tell him what she thought: That his attempt to kiss her, while wrong, was understandable and while she wasn?t interested in anything further she just wanted to have the old Todd back.?Hip abductor machine. 3 sets.? He said, pointing a finger.Michelle was worn out. Sweat was rolling down her face, matting her hair, and discoloring her grey t-shirt. Such efforts suited her and when she caught a glimpse of herself in the wall of mirrors in the room she knew that she looked irresistible in spite of the dishevelment. Still, Todd?s behavior had puzzled her. She had openly flirted with him at times during the day, making obvious comments in an attempt to get him out of his shell. All to no effect. Accepting defeat, she walked over to the machine.It was, for those of you not familiar with common gym equipment, a seat with two long, stirrup-like extensions for your legs. Michelle hated the machine because it reminded her of going to the gynecologist. You sat in it, put your legs in the extensions spread wide open and then performed the exercise by closing your thighs together against the resistance of the weights. Michelle?s legs already felt like rubber but she obediently got in position, spreading her long, sexy legs out almost obscenely in the machine as if offering herself to her demanding trainer. She looked down at her shorts and noticed that there was a gap at the top of her thigh. Could he see her panties? She wondered. Wasn?t that the reason she had worn them in the first place? That was a thought that she didn?t allow herself but would have known to be true if confronted.?We?ll start out with 50 pounds.? He said, sliding the pin into the rack behind her.?50? You know I can take more than that. You afraid you?re gonna break me?? She asked, oozing flirtation on the last part of the sentence in hopes of at very least shattering the awkwardness between them.It didn?t work. He frowned at her and said: ?Ten reps.? In spite of her taunts, the 10 reps were wearing her already exhausted limbs down. She gripped the foam rubber handles below the stirrups with white knuckles as she closed and opened her legs. Todd stood there watching her progress but if he noticed the see-through view of her carefully manicured pubic hair or neatly tucked in labia against the pink mesh of her scandalous underwear he gave no notice. The ten reps were done and he leaned over her to increase the weight. ?You like this one, don?t you.? She teased, smiling.He looked back at her, deadly serious. ?It?s an important sympathetic burn-phase exercise. We?re utilizing the muscles you didn?t work earlier to compensate for those that are exhausted.?Michelle frowned. He wasn?t biting. This was not fun.?Yeah, I bet I won?t be able to walk right for a week.? She said it and looked dead into his eyes. It was the kind of look she gave that clumsy, rude Jersey boy when she offered him her virginity. It was the look she gave her current boyfriend on their first date together, when their undeniable chemistry had led her to break her rule about how soon to give it up to a guy. It was a look that said: ?I want you. You can fuck me now. You better fuck me now. You can do anything you want to this body.?It was inappropriate but she was frustrated. What she didn?t know then, but would soon find out, was that Todd was more frustrated that she could have imagined..The pin that held the weights in position slid out and was replaced.