January James Goes to the Gym

Content Advisory: Erotic

January stepped on the scale and frowned. She’d been working out with a personal trainer for three weeks and only two pounds had disappeared. Mike told her not to weigh herself every day but she was notorious for not listening.

Although she wasn’t seeing the numbers she would like, she had to admit her favorite jeans fit a little better. She pulled on her black yoga pants and paired them with a sports bra and tank top.

“Nice uniboob, babe,” she said to herself, looking down at her cleavage. Knowing she needed the support, she resisted the urge to put on a push up bra that lifted and separated her ample breasts instead of squishing them into a tube shaped mass. She had developed a thing for Mike but reminded herself that she was not there to show off her boobs to her personal trainer but to get into better shape.

She slipped her feet into her Nike cross-trainers, stuffed a change of clothes into her shoulder bag and headed out the door. Driving across town to the gym, she played different scenarios over in her mind. Heat filled her cheeks as she remembered him standing behind her, his hands over hers, his breath tickling her neck, while he instructed her on proper form for lifting weights. With him so close, January couldn’t concentrate on his directions. Instead, she imagined his hand sliding up the front of her shirt, cupping her breast as he pushed her forward, bending her over and…

Jesus Christ, January. Stop it! Your personal trainer is not going to fuck you.

“Whatever,” she said aloud, angling her car in beside Mike’s truck behind the gym. She belonged to one of the chain fitness centers but canceled her membership in favor of the friendlier atmosphere of this smaller establishment.

January climbed out of her car and noted the parking lot was empty. She met with Mike twice a week and Thursday nights were always deserted. She was his last appointment. With her bag slung over her shoulder, she walked around to the front of the building and stopped at the ground to ceiling window. Watching him through the glass, she stilled.

He lifted the weight in his right hand, causing his bicep to bulge and bringing to life the story told by the tattoos covering his arms.

Her lower body tightened in response to the visual stimuli. His face bore an expression of concentration, his brows drawn together. Her breathing accelerated and a light sheen of sweat broke out on her chest. She swallowed and steadied her shaking hands.

Pull yourself together, peeping Jan. You can’t go in there all hot and bothered.

January laughed and straightened her spine before pulling the door open. The tiny bell sounded her arrival. She was ten minutes early and hated to disturb him.

He looked up and smiled and her knees almost gave out.

“Hey, Jan. Come on over. I’ll be done in just a minute.”

She walked toward him. “Okay. Sorry to bother you. I know I’m early.”

He did a few more curls and sat the dumbbell on the floor. “No problem.” Mike wiped his hands on a towel slung over the bar of an elliptical. “How are you?”

She stared at his eyes; the lightest shade of blue framed by dark lashes. She bit her lip to keep her mouth from hanging open. She was willing to bet that all his trainees had a crush on him. Her heart pounded in her chest and she fought the urge to tackle him.

“Jan?” His mouth curved into a smirk.

“What?” she asked, dropping her bag on the floor.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, why?”

“Your face just flushed and we haven’t even started yet.”

January touched her cheek with her fingertips. “How do you like that?” She looked around, trying to mask her embarrassment. “Is the AC off?”

Mike shook his head. “Nope. It’s set at seventy.”

“Guess it’s a hot flash.” No…no…I didn’t just say that. She looked down at the floor and exhaled.

He laughed and touched her shoulder. “You’re cute when you blush.”

“I’m not blushing. I’m really not,” she stammered.

He continued to smile. “Let’s get started, hon.”

Way to go genius.

“Okay.” She grabbed her water bottle out of her bag and followed him to the exercise mats where the gym conducted group lessons.

“Make sure you stretch your hamstrings better today. I don’t want you sore, again.”

I would love for you to make me sore.

She giggled spontaneously and covered her mouth with her hand.

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She cleared her throat and sat down on the mat, putting her eye level with his crotch. And, she looked. He wore blue basketball shorts and, apparently, boxers. No tighty whiteys. Or maybe he went commando. Whatever the case may be, she could see the faint outline of his penis.

Look away. Stop staring at his dick, for God’s sake.

She was afraid to look up, knowing he was most likely looking down at her while she unabashedly checked out his manhood.

January lowered her eyes and focused on the tattoos on his legs. She began the stretching exercises that she did before every session. She wondered what other tattoos he had. He always wore a t-shirt and she imagined a torso covered in ink.

After some free weights, Mike put her on the treadmill to jog for twenty minutes while he readied the gym to close. She watched him cross the room and lock the door.

He switched off the open sign and came back to her. “Check your heart rate.”

She put her fingers to her neck and located her pulse. She counted the thumps while he looked at his watch. She was in the acceptable range.

He lowered the speed and incline. “Five minutes to cool down, then you can hit the shower.” He stood in front of the machine and watched her.

She had a hard time keeping eye contact with him for fear he would pick up on her arousal. Even if she weren’t sweating like a whore in church, she’d still need to change her panties.

January stepped off the treadmill and picked up her bag. She looked over her shoulder and sized Mike up, from his shaved head to his expensive shoes. She wanted him to follow her into the locker room like he did in her fantasies.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Not really,” she responded.

“You look like you wanna say something to me.”

She stopped at the entrance and rested her hand on the door jamb. “Do you want to join me?” She said it so low, she doubted he heard.

Before she could turn around, his breath was on her neck. “I wondered when you were finally going to ask,” he whispered, his lips touching her neck.

Her stomach flip flopped. She didn’t expect that response.

His hand touched her hip and nudged her forward.

January kept her back to him and dropped her bag on the bench in front of the row of lockers. She toed her shoes off and stripped, leaving her clothes on the floor.

She heard the water start in the shower and turned around.

Mike’s clothes sat folded neatly on the end of the bench.

The cool air from the vent above sent a shiver through her. Or maybe it was the knowledge that behind the door in front of her stood a naked Mike. Suddenly nervous, she clutched her shampoo and body wash against her chest.

She jumped when he pushed the door open. His muscled body covered in soap, he smiled at her. “What ya waiting for, babe?”

She stepped inside and put her toiletries on the shelf.

Mike pulled her under the spray and picked up her shampoo bottle. He poured some into his hand and worked it into her hair. His fingertips massaged her scalp and immediately relaxed her. She rinsed the soap out while he began scrubbing her gently with her pink sponge.

The scent of cherry blossoms filled the confines of the shower as he rubbed the sponge up her legs and over her torso. He covered every square inch of her. The hot water rinsed away the lather and he moved closer. He pressed her back against the cool tile and looked in her eyes.

She stared up at him, her mouth slightly open, willing him to kiss her.

Mike wasn’t smiling anymore. He took her hands in his and lifted her arms, pinning them above her head. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking about how you’d taste.” He dipped his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deep and hard.

His erection pressed against her belly and already she pined to feel him inside her. Holding her wrists with one hand, his other hand cupped her breast. He rolled the hardening peak between his thumb and finger.

January closed her eyes. The sweet sensation traveled from her nipple to her pussy and brought goose bumps to her skin. His mouth covered hers, muffling her moans as his hand glided over her stomach and cupped her. His fingers invaded her folds, grazing her clit and she stepped her feet apart, wanting more.

He explored her most intimate region, tracing circles around her slit. He pushed two fingers deep inside her and pressed his thumb to her swollen nub. He broke from the kiss and looked at her while he worked his fingers in and out. “Is this what you wanted, Jan?”

“Yes. God, yes,” she whimpered.

He released her hands and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her still. He plunged deeper and harder and rubbed his thumb over he clit. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, nibbling on the sensitive tip.

All of her senses focused on her need to come.

He lowered to his knees and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He parted her lips with two fingers, exposing her clit. He looked up at her and then licked her from top to bottom. His lips circled the spot that hummed in anticipation.

He sucked her clit while teasing it with his tongue. Her toes curled and he pushed his fingers into her cunt again. She clutched his head, holding his face against her. Her head fell back against the wall and bright flashes of light soared behind her eyelids like shooting stars. Her body trembled and seized. This reality was way better than any fantasy she had entertained.

Once her body calmed and she caught her breath, he stood up and kissed her. “Your pussy is so sweet. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”

“First, I want to taste you,” she said, grabbing a hold of his shaft and sliding her hand up his length.

He groaned and leaned against the wall.

January dropped to her knees. She eyed his erection and kissed the swollen head. A bead of pre-come emerged and she rubbed it over her mouth. She looked up at him and licked her lips, savoring the salty sweet flavor.

She cupped his balls and sucked the head past her lips. Unable to take all of him, she grasped the base of his cock and worked her mouth and hand in tandem.

Mike groaned and grabbed a handful of her hair, moving her head faster, forcing her to take a little more.

She gagged and he took a step back. Using her hair, he pulled her up to her feet and turned her around. He pushed her against the wall and kicked her legs apart. He stroked her slit, spreading her juices around her opening. “You’re so wet. I can’t wait any longer. I need to fuck this tight pussy.”

“Then do it,” she responded breathlessly, her face pressed against the cool tile.

Mike moved against her back, his erection sliding over her ass. He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her head back. “You asked for it, sweetheart.” He grasped her hip and plunged his thick shaft into her cunt, burying himself deep.

She cried out, her fingers trying to find purchase on the slick wall. The size of his cock stretched her and the instant friction primed her.

“Oh, Mike,” she mewled. “I’m gonna come again.”

“Good,” he said, breathing against her ear. “Rub your clit, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

January slipped her finger between her folds and rubbed her pleasure spot.

Mike continued to pound her pussy, pulling her hair. “That’s right. I feel your pussy tightening. You’re close. Give in, Jan. Come hard for me.”

His words pushed her over the edge and she did as he asked. She came hard. “Yes, yes,” she moaned.

“Damn. I’m going to come now.” He slammed into her harder, faster.

“Come inside me, baby.”

Mike kissed her neck and thrust one last time, deeper than before. His cock throbbed and his hot seed filled her. Breathing hard, he leaned against her back and released her hair. “Good lord. The anticipation was so worth it.” He covered her hands with his and put his head on her shoulder.

Completely sated with him still inside her, January smiled. “I think I’ll need your services more than twice a week, Mike.”

He kissed her cheek. “You got it, babe.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on July 28, 2011!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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