WORKOUT.TXT
A Short Story
Workout
by Parker
an210088@anon.penet.fi
"One, two... one, two..."
Even now, almost half an hour into the class, I was able to keep up without
breathing hard. Well, not *too* hard anyway. I'd been attending aerobics
classes for over a year now and, despite the approach of middle age, I was in
good enough shape to get through the beginner's class without difficulty.
Really, I shouldn't have been in the beginner's class any more. I wouldn't have
been if it hadn't been for Susan.
"One, two... one, two... keep those legs high..."
She had started leading classes at Workout World about twelve weeks ago. I had
been drawn to her from the first moment she'd walked into the gym. Susan
couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty - close to half my age. She had
a nice enough face, I suppose, but what really caught my attention was her
body. You'd expect an aerobics instructor to be in pretty decent shape, and
Susan was no exception. With her long, muscular legs and tight, round ass, she
looked every bit the athlete she undoubtedly was.
But it was her breasts which attracted my attention. The way they filled out
the tight tank top she always wore to class; the way they moved as she led us
through the various exercises; the way her nipples hardened and gradually stood
out through the thin fabric of her top as she began to perspire... After her
first class, I placed myself at the front of the room and had been there ever
since. When I found out that she would only be taking the beginner's class for
the next session, I signed up for it, despite the fact that I'd already been in
intermediate.
"OK, reach down... stretch..."
Finally, the class ended. "Good work everyone," Susan called out. "See you on
Tuesday." She turned and left the gym.
I watched as she moved out of sight, feeling strangely empty. It was Saturday;
three days 'till I saw her again. Sighing, I joined the line of women heading
towards the changing rooms. I showered and quickly got dressed. They all
laughed and chatted, but I kept to myself, my thoughts on Susan: the way she
moved; the way her spandex outfit pulled at her crotch in a tight vee...
My heart quickened as I walked up to the front desk on my way out. Susan was
standing there, still in her damp exercise outfit, talking with the woman who
ran the gym. She turned and smiled at me as I approached. "Beth. Just the
person I wanted to see." I almost threw up. She gestured towards a piece of
paper on the desk. "I'm offering some individualized workouts." The paper had a
number of empty slots with times written beside them. "They start Monday. Want
to sign up?" I fought to keep my voice steady and casual. "Uhm... sure. Can't
have too much exercise." I took the pen from her and signed up for the first
available time.
"Great," she said, smiling. She dropped her hand to my rear and end and gave it
a little pat. "See you Monday, then." I tried to return the smile, gave up and
almost ran out the front door. The feel of her hand on my ass stayed with me
the rest of the weekend.
I arrived at the gym at the appointed time, changed and ready to go. I felt a
little tired - I hadn't really slept well the last couple of nights - but full
of nervous energy at the thought of a private workout with Susan. The gym was
dark and empty. I asked at the front desk, and they told me that Susan was
running the private sessions out of a converted office in the back of the
building.
I found it without too much trouble. The door to the office had the list pinned
up on it. The list was full, with my name at the top. I knocked. Susan's voice
told me to enter and I did.
There she was. Still dressed in the same exercise outfit that showed her
breasts off so effectively. The outfit was damp, as if she'd been working out,
which was odd since I was the first person on the list, but I wasn't
complaining. Her nipples were firm and hard, and clearly visible as she stood
up and moved towards me. I remembered the feel of her hand on my rear end.
"Ready for your workout, Beth?" I swallowed and gave a small nod. I tried to
tear my gaze away from her breasts - her nipples - but I couldn't. I'd never
really been this close before. All I could do was stare as she walked closer
and closer.
"You like what you see, don't you?" she asked. She sounded amused. Once again,
I nodded. I couldn't take my eyes away. My breathing began to get heavier. She
reached around and pulled my face down into her breasts. I let out a small moan
as her nipple touched my mouth. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and began to
suck at it. "Yesss," she hissed. "You *do* like that, don't you." I just sucked
harder. "You *are* ready for your workout."
I felt her hand on my shoulder, pushing me gently downward until I was kneeling
on a mat in front of her. I let out a small groan as her nipple left my mouth,
but didn't resist. In a daze, I was helpless to do otherwise than stare upwards
at the girl's wonderful breasts.
"Do you want more?" she asked, smiling down at me.
I nodded.
Still smiling, she pulled out a headband and slipped it over my eyes so that it
became a blindfold. I moaned as those wonderful breasts were lost from sight.
"Put your hands behind your back." I obeyed without thought. She slipped what
felt like a wristband around both my wrists; the elastic held my hands in
place, although I could easily have slipped it off. "If the blindfold or
wristband is off before the end of the workout," she warned. "It'll be your
last one. Do you understand?"
I nodded.
"Are you ready for your workout?"
I nodded again, and almost immediately felt her crotch push up against my face.
She must have taken her bottom off, because I felt her pubic hair brush up
against my face and tasted her juice on my lips. With a moan, I opened my mouth
and stuck out my tongue. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever tasted,
almost as good as the feel of her nipple in my lips. I sucked and sucked until
she let out a little cry and stiffened against my face. A hand gripped the back
of my head and pushed my face hard against her pussy as she came. I swallowed.
She moved away and I heard a quiet giggle behind me. Someone else was in the
room! I turned my head, almost pulling my hands free, but I remembered Susan's
warning. And I remembered the taste and feel of her...
Another pussy was pushed into my face and I began to suck. The woman, whoever
she was, came quickly and moved away. Before I could say anything, however, I
heard the door close and it was quickly replaced by another. "Good girl." It
was Susan, whispering in my ear! I felt a hand rubbing the back of my head as
my tongue began to move. "That's a girl. You'll work out just fine." Warmed by
this praise, I continued my work. Kneeling and blindfolded, I licked and sucked
and swallowed as pussy after pussy was offered to me.
Finally, it was over. A hand grasped my blindfold and pulled it away. I stared
at myself in a long mirror set up against the wall. I looked ridiculous; my
exercise outfit had been pulled down so my breasts hung loose and my was face
was red and sticky with pussy juice. I reached up to wipe it away, but only
succeeded in smearing it all over my fingers.
"Time for that later." I looked up. It was the woman from the front counter.
She pulled me to my feet and opened the door, not even giving me a chance to
cover my breasts. I caught a glimpse of the list as she dragged me down the
hall; all the names had a mark beside them. The entire class. We reached the
front lobby. "Run along now," she said, giving me a firm pat on the ass. "Sue's
waiting for you."
I looked out the front door. Susan was waiting at my car, still dressed in her
exercise outfit. The engine was running and she stood behind the open trunk.
"C'mon girl," she called, patting her leg. "C'mon..."
I broke into a run...
