Sex Is the Best Exercise

I can't imagine my life without the gym, and I wonder how some women can spend hours glued to the TV watching boring soap operas. A little while ago, I found an advertisement in my apartment building for a new gym that opened in the next block over from my house. The one I had been going to until then was far away, and I kept saying I should change.

The next day, when I went into the gym's office to ask about the price, schedule, and everything else, I spoke with the owner, who was also a trainer there. If I told you I liked him, I'd be lying. A guy of medium height who had taken steroids and was disproportionately puffed up on top and nothing more.

We started that same day, and because they didn't have many people, we decided to start the massages they were giving us as a gift. So, as soon as I finished my workout, I took a shower as per the rules, wrapped myself in my large towel, and holding my travel bag with my things, I went to the massage area.
When I opened the door, I stopped and looked.

-Maybe I made a mistake? I thought.

I've spent many years in gyms getting massages, but this was something different. The room was small, and in the center, there was an exercise bed and a stool next to it. Many lit candles illuminated the atmosphere, and there was no other light. Soft relaxation music and the trainer (and owner), with a smile up to his ears when he saw my surprise.

-I hope you like the space, he told me.

-It's very beautiful. You managed to impress me, I told him.

I went inside and left my travel bag in the corner behind the door. He closed the door and asked me to lie down. Generally, I'm comfortable with undressing. Maybe because I'm not ashamed of my body, but also maybe because I like to provoke..

-Let's start with the back. Turn over on your stomach, he told me while lowering the music a little.

I turned over on my stomach and had dropped the towel to cover my body from the waist to the thighs. He rubbed oil on his hands and then poured some on my back too. The oil was cold, and I felt a sweet shiver run through my body.. He noticed and made his movements faster.

-Sorry I chilled you, but in a little while, it will be okay. I've also turned on the space heater to have more warmth here, he told me.

My body began to relax slowly and surrender helplessly to his experienced hands. When he finished with my back, he started massaging my legs, beginning with the toes and heels. My legs are my weak spot.. As I was on my stomach, I had closed my eyes and, visibly aroused, I let him "caress" my soles. Without seeing his face, I understood that he was just as aroused as I was.. His hands had become more nervous.

He moved on to my calves and then to my thighs. When he went to pull my towel to continue, he saw that I wasn't wearing anything underneath, while the paper with the instructions they had given me said we should wear underwear. I wasn't sure I would do the massage and, as I left in a hurry, I didn't take any with me.

He didn't say anything to me, he just continued.. He poured more oil on my body and on his hands. His hands now glided over my buttocks. With his trained fingers, he felt every inch of my skin. His breathing had become faster and his touch rougher.

As I was enjoying all this, his tongue touched hot on my back and went to my neck. He saw there was no resistance and turned me over on my back. Without breaking contact with my body, his tongue found my chest. He licked my nipples and bit them playfully while one of his hands held my breasts and the other slowly descended down low on my stomach.. Again, with one hand, I caressed his back and with the other, I showed him I wanted him to caress me even lower.. on my pussy.

I bit my lips to not scream and have us heard.. I pushed his head down.. He opened my outer lips with his hands and bit them gently. My clitoris was waiting for him wet, and he didn't leave it unsatisfied.. I couldn't take it anymore.

-Don't make me wait any longer, I whispered to him.

He granted my wish.. As he rose up, he opened my legs wider and finally entered me. He began to go in and out slowly, holding my legs open. I was so turned on, that with the first few times he entered and exited, I forgot about the others waiting outside, I forgot about appearances..

-Fuck me.. you're the best fuck I've ever had.. I was shouting at him.

He didn't speak. He let me cum and entered me as deep as he could to please me, and then he put on a condom—I don't understand where he got it from at that moment—and came calmly after me.

He put on his tracksuit and dashed out without saying anything to me. As I understood, he had a system and did this with many, or with as many as wanted it. Otherwise, it doesn't explain him having the condoms ready..

I didn't go back to the gym, but a few days later, I ran into him at the creperie next to my house. He was with someone else from the gym. Luckily, I saw him before I went in and continued without talking to him.. He didn't talk to me either.