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" Personal Trainer "
Story codes: FF ds
By Orestes
orestes007@hotmail.com
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Orestes
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" Come on, Angie, let me make it up to you. "
I wasn't going to let her off the hook easily. I still couldn't
believe what she'd done to my living room. Fitness equipment was
everywhere. What had once been a stylishly decorated room overlooking
the downtown harbour now looked like something from a super model
workout video.
" Where did you put my sofa ?"
And love seat. And area rug. Hell, most everything was gone.
" Everything is in storage downstairs. Look, I'm really sorry Angie.
I really thought that you understood that I needed someplace where I
could do my job. This is perfect. Maybe I went a little overboard, but
please let me make it up to you. "
Well, I definitely needed a roommate. Even though I was making good
money now, it was impossible for me to afford a place like this right
downtown. Before Pauline came along, I thought I was going to have to
give the place up. Even at half the rent, at was quite an expense. It
was hard to find someone who could afford it.
Still, when she told me that she was going to do most of her
business at home, I had imagined a tasteful little office in one of the
upstairs rooms, where she would do her bookings and keep her records.
It never occurred to me that she would be bringing her clients here.
Pauline was obviously excited that she wouldn't have to rent space
at the local gym to see her clients anymore. She was begging with her
eyes for me to let her keep the room this way.
" This had better be good. What do you have in mind ?"
" Obviously, I'll pick up a larger portion of the rent, once I
establish a larger client base. Until then, why don't I offer you some
of my services ? I'll cook you a healthy meal, we can do some
stretches, a workout on the equipment, and finish with a good rub down.
"
" I don't know, Pauline. By the time I get home from work, I'm not
sure I have the energy. Besides, it would feel a little weird, you
tending to me that way. "
" Nonsense. That's what all of my clients think at first. Once you
get used to it, having a personal trainer is the only way to go. It'll
do wonders for your stress levels, not to mention all of the health
benefits. Please let me do this for you... I feel just awful about
taking up so much of the apartment this way. "
It did sound inviting. I knew I would never have the will-power to
do a workout program for myself. Getting back into shape just always
seemed to be on the back-burner for me.
And she was right. I wasn't fifteen minutes into the workout before
I felt entirely comfortable with Pauline's attentions. She chatted with
me as I worked out, only occasionally inserting words of instruction or
encouragement. In fact, it was over before I knew it. Quite painless.
" All right... time for your rub-down. " She led me upstairs towards
her room.
" Why upstairs ? " I asked, still catching my breath.
" Oh, it's just more private. Some of my clients would feel awkward
being massaged out in the open, so I put the table in my room. "
The table was set up on one side of her room. I wasn't sure what to
expect. I sat on the bench while Pauline selected her massage oil.
" I want you to relax and enjoy this, " she told me, kneeling at my
feet. She untied my shoes, and rolled down my socks. " I like to give
these rub downs as a sort of a reward for my clients, so they put in a
good hard workout. "
I wasn't going to argue. She began to rub my feet with massage oil,
and I melted in her hands. I have to admit to being a bit of a glutton
for this kind of attention. I shared a room with my sister when I was
younger, and she used to comb my hair at night. I was soothed in the
same way by this. It's just nice to relax and let someone else take
care of you.
Before long, I was face down on the table, and drooling into my
pillow while she worked every ounce of tension out of my back muscles.
I didn't protest at all when she began to undress me. I was just so
relaxed. I looked forward to her touch on every inch of my body. I even
spread my legs slightly when her oiled hand began to explore the areas
between my thighs.
Her touch was perfect..
Finally, she wiped me down with a warm moist towel. She began with
my arms, and worked her way down my body. By the time she reached my
feet, I was asleep. Imagine that. I hadn't fallen asleep anywhere
outside my own bed in years. It was just so warm and comfortable here
that I drifted off.
I vaguely remember waking during the night. I must have realized
that I wasn't in bed, and stumbled down off of the bench. In my sleepy
state, however, I guess it didn't occur to me that this wasn't my own
room. I crawled into the warmth of the bed, and slept soundly until
morning.
Then I woke in Pauline's arms. She was still asleep. I didn't move
at first. It took me a minute to figure out what had happened.
It was just a silly mistake, I told myself, but something inside of
me was resisting getting up. This was really comfortable. In her sleep,
Pauline had put her arm around me, and was holding me close to her now.
It was such an intimate embrace, my naked body held against her. For
some reason, I just didn't want to move.
Of course, we laughed off the misunderstanding at breakfast.
" I have three clients coming in today. It's so exciting. Other than
last night, this will be the first time I do any training here. Of
course, I don't suppose any of these women will end up in my bed over
it. "
I blushed, but she didn't seem upset at all. This was her way. I had
only known her for a week, but I was already getting an idea abut what
she's like. She was always about a millionth of a second away from a
smile. My previous roommate had been a co-worker, who moved out when
she got married. She was less than cheerful. Pauline was a real breath
of fresh air.
It's funny, but I thought about her at work that day. I'm usually so
focused. Only two weeks before, I had laughed when I heard the rumour
floating around that I was a lesbian.
" Maybe I would be if I had any time for a relationship, " I had
quipped back. Of course, I wasn't really attracted to women. I notice
it, of course, when a woman is attractive. There's a difference. It's
not like I think about women all of the time. Just, occasionally, when
I see a cute girl, I have a random thought or two.
Now I was having more than just a random thought about Pauline. In
her case, it was all about touch. Sensation. Sure, she's a sweet
looking girl. But it was the feel of her that had my mind wandering
back to the previous night, and the warmth of her body when I awoke in
the morning.
I was just hungry for attention, I decided. Since I took over as
office manager, I hadn't had time for a personal life. I couldn't
really have a crush on Pauline, could I?
It wasn't until I was on the table again that night that I knew the
answer. She chatted away about her clients during the day, but my mind
was on her. I found myself watching her tonight, while I worked out.
She had such a firm little body.
It was embarrassing how aroused the workout had made me. Afterwards,
as her wonderful hands oiled my body, I was nearly out of control. For
a few minutes, I was actually considering calling off our little
arrangement. I would certainly embarrass myself if I kept this up.
She took things out of my hands.
" My, my, you seem a little on the wet side ."
I couldn't believe she said it. I had spread my legs slightly, like
I had done the previous night. Only this time, her hand was much more
adventurous. I could hardly breathe. I have no idea how I could be so
relaxed, so aroused, and so embarrassed all at the same time. One thing
was certain. I was helpless to resist her touch.
Pauline's wonderful fingers explored my wetness from behind. Almost
involuntarily, I raised my ass from the bench just slightly. I gasped
when she found my clitoris. For a glorious minute, she stroked me ever
so gently.
Then she stopped.
" Please, " I whispered. I raised my ass a little more. This was so
humiliating. I hadn't been touched this way in so long.
" What would you like, my little angel ?"
" Please... touch me there again... like before. " Her hand crept
slowly along the inside curve of my ass.
" I'm not really a lesbian, Angie. I'm not sure I want to do that. "
My voice was full of desperation. What did she want from me ? " Oh
god, please, Pauline. I really need it badly. Just this once, please..."
Her hand fell back into place between my slightly spread legs. I let
out a little whimper of pleasure as her fingers connected with my
sensitive flesh once again.
" Go ahead, angel. Just relax and let go, " Pauline soothed me with
her voice. " Yes, you do need this badly. I can tell how tense you are.
It must be hard for you, repressing all of your lesbian tendencies.
I'll help you to use these training sessions to fulfil your lesbian
fantasies. "
She was reading too much into my arousal, but I couldn't argue with
her now. In fact, her words seemed to help me along. Within a minute, I
was grinding my hips in desperation. I must have looked ridiculous,
squirming on her fingers that way.
I thought about the way that Pauline must look at me now, and then I
lost control. " Unnngh ! Oh, this is so good... please don't stop. "
And she didn't, until my body finally collapsed in exhaustion back
down to the surface of the bench. I hadn't realized just how far I had
raised my ass to meet her touch. The warm towel came next, and then
sleep.
I knew exactly what I was doing this time when I crawled into her
bed. Whether I was a repressed lesbian like Pauline had said, or not, I
knew that I wanted to wake up in her bed the next morning. I could
definitely get used to this arrangement.
The following days, I looked forward to our evening sessions more
and more. The next night, she had me wear a blindfold, to relax me more
fully. The next night, it was a sort of a collar around my neck. I
thought it was a little strange, but she had me so aroused by that
point that I didn't really mind. It even gave me an erotic thrill when
I woke up the next morning with one of her hands under the back of my
collar.
My orgasms became more intense each time. Pauline made me wait for
them, and teased my pussy, all the while telling me what a repressed
lesbian I had always been. She always made it sound like she was doing
me a favour by getting me off, because she wasn't a lesbian herself. I
wondered if that was true. Her fingers were so very skilled.
By the end of the first week, I was beginning to feel the effects of
the workouts too. The girls at the office were complimenting me on the
improvement to my figure, and even gossiping about whether I had a new
boyfriend. I let them guess. It was sort of fun to be the talk of the
office for some other reason than my strictness.
Despite all of Pauline's talk, I knew that I wasn't a lesbian. No,
it was just a glorified form of masturbation, really. It was convenient
for my lifestyle. It concerned me how much I fantasized about it during
the day, but it all seemed harmless enough.
The following Saturday, I was surprised to see how many clients
Pauline brought through the house. Her business had certainly picked
up. I counted nearly a dozen appointments during the course of the day.
" I'll make dinner tonight, " I offered, knowing how tired Pauline
must be from all of that exercise.
" No, just relax, Angie. I have a special session planned for you
tonight. "
That sounded interesting. Pauline cooked up a wonderful trout for
dinner, and we ate together at the dining room table. It was almost
romantic. I was beginning to wonder if Pauline was going to escalate
our sexual contact this evening. As much as I internally protested that
she called me a lesbian, the prospect had me excited.
She definitely had some plans. Everything felt different tonight.
She had me wearing the collar while I worked out this time. That really
turned me on. More than usual, that is. By the time she led me upstairs
by a little leash she clicked onto my collar, I was trembling with
anticipation.
" Lay down, angel. Let me put your blindfold on for you, " she tied
it firmly around my head. " I think you're going to enjoy tonight very
much. "
Her wonderful hands helped me to undress. I couldn't wait to find
out what she had planned. She guided me into the familiar position, on
my stomach, just raising my rear end a touch. The oil came next. She
continued to talk while she rubbed my tired muscles.
" I've been wondering what to do about you, Angie. It's so sad...
you're a closet lesbian with no outlet except me for your sexual
release. I really do this for you out of sympathy. "
Pauline's hands were exploring my ass now.
" Isn't that right ? You're just a frustrated unfulfilled little
lesbian, aren't you ?"
I could never resist her once she had me this aroused. She had said
similar things over the last week, and I couldn't help but agree with
her. Whatever it took.
" Yes. "
" You're not alone, Angie. I run into them all of the time in my
line of work. Some of them even ask me to do things with them. Of
course, I never do it with them. I'm not a lesbian. "
She paused. Then her fingers found my pussy. I groaned.
" But you are, aren't you ? "
" Um, yes. "
" That's right. You're my sweet lesbian roommate, and it pains me to
see you so frustrated. So I get you off at night, and I let you sleep
in my bed. Isn't that right angel ?"
" Uh huh. "
She was being so slow tonight. I raised my ass to give her better
access, but she seemed determined to delay my pleasure.
" I do you these favours because I care about you, but I still know
that I can't satisfy you fully. What you need is a pussy to lick... a
female body to worship... isn't that right, angel ? Tell me what you
are. "
" Yes, that's what I need. I'm just a pathetic closet lesbian. "
Her fingers moved slowly, exploring every inch of my pussy. She
brought me close to orgasm, but not quite there.
" That's right. So I got to thinking. I told you I sometimes get
requests from clients to do special services for them, and like I said,
I always decline because I'm not a lesbian. Then I thought about my
poor lesbian roommate, at the solution seems so clear. "
" I have a client coming over in five minutes, angel, " she
continued. " I want you to wait here. When we're done with the workout,
I'll send her up here, and she can help you out. This is a special
night for you... I told you that I'd find a way to help you to fulfil
your lesbian fantasies. "
I whimpered as she pulled her fingers away from me, leaving me
painfully horny. She patted my ass cheeks before she left the room. "
It' just be a few minutes. "
It was an eternity. I can't say for certain why I didn't just take
off the blindfold and leave. I could hear Pauline downstairs, taking
the woman through a heavy workout. My pussy was dripping with
excitement. My mind still rebelled at the notion of being a lesbian,
but I didn't want to do anything to lose what I had with Pauline.
I think I was falling in love, in some strange way. Or lust anyway.
So I didn't even masturbate myself, although I desperately needed
relief. I thought about the way I would look to Pauline's client,
laying there with a blindfold and a collar, my little leash hanging off
the edge of the bench. From the moment she walked through the door, she
would see my body fully displayed. The oiled cheeks of my ass faced
that direction, still slightly spread, as if waiting for Pauline's hand
to return.
My face was hot with shame as I heard the woman coming up the
stairs. I wondered what she would want me to do, and whether I could
satisfy her.
Then she was with me. I could feel her presence in the room, and her
eyes drinking in my body.
" Mmm... you're everything Pauline promised. I can't wait to try you
out. "
I felt a tug on my leash, and I scrambled down off the bench. Her
hands roamed over my body, but not in the gentle, erotic way that
Pauline had touched me. It was more of an inspection of the goods. She
cupped each of my breasts in turn, taking the time to rub my nipples
between thumb and finger.
Then she tugged my leash downwards. I knew I was near the edge of
Pauline's bed. I could hear the woman undressing, then she was in front
of me. Another tug brought my face into her pussy.
She was still breathing heavily from her workout, and I could feel
the sweat on her thighs as my cheeks rubbed against them. In fact, my
entire face was immersed in the smell, the heat, and the moisture of
her recent workout. I began to gently lick the perspiration from the
area around her crotch.
" Stop pissing around, " she insisted. " You know what you're here
to do. Get your tongue into me. "
Then I was really doing it. My tongue pushed into her opening and
explored her pussy. She brought her legs up and rested them on my
shoulders while she leaned back on the bed. She rhythmically squeezed
my head between her sweaty legs as she enjoyed the treatment.
" Oh yeah, you keep this up, and I'll sign up for three sessions a
week. Use your lips a little more, girl, I really want to feel you
nibbling at me. "
She took so long that I was afraid I wasn't doing it right, but she
seemed to enjoy it. She even made me slow down a couple of times when I
was sure she was going to cum. She wanted to savour it, she told me.
When she allowed herself to orgasm, it was a loud one.
I could feel her legs shaking and kicking as her pussy bucked
against my face. My tongue was tired from effort, and my face was
coated with sweat and smell of her sex.
" That was real good, " she told me. " I'll see you again soon. "
Before she left the room, she tossed me her sweaty workout towel to
wipe my face with.
When Pauline came back upstairs, she seemed excited.
" It sound like it went really well. Come on back up to the bench,
and I'll finish you off. "
I melted in her hands again. As strange as I felt about what I had
just finished, it only took Pauline's skilled hands a minute before I
was completely relaxed, and I was begging with my body for her to bring
me off.
" I hope you liked that, angel, because I have other clients who
would be interested. You can just leave yourself in my hands, and I'll
get you all the pussy you could ever want. "
That's exactly the way it's turned out. I just can't bring myself to
tell Pauline that I'm not really into women. After my evening workout,
she brings me upstairs, and prepares me for her clients. I do at least
four women a night before Pauline finally lets me cum. My orgasms are
always phenomenal.
She even lets me sleep in her bed on the nights that her boyfriend
isn't over.
Her business is really picking up, and I'm happy for her. One thing
that bothered me a bit was that she asked me to post an advertisement
for her services down at the office. Of course, it isn't a problem if
they just want the regular workouts. I just hope than none of them have
any inclination to ask for a special session.
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