MOM3NTUM

The Fitness Affair.


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“Stretch your thighs wide enough for me. Nice! Now turn get on your knees, ass up high and lift one knee. I need to see you all wet, 1…2….3… that’s it for today.”

I sat on my yoga mat, trying to regain my breath and all I needed was my day dreaming fantasy lover to step into my conscious world. Sir L, my personal trainer was what I needed. He slipped a side to take a phone call, giving me enough time to admire the view from a distance.

Parting my lips to invite him in, our lips met passionately. Our tongues entwined repeatedly as we both become eager to taste one another. This increases my arousal, as I felt overwhelmed by desire and I decided to let go of my last ounce of restraint. He starts to suckle on my erect nipples one after the other until I begin to move restlessly in his arms, moaning out for him to stop playing with me and just get in already.

Suddenly, a sap of his fingers brings me back to reality.

“Miss Bows, are you okay?”

“Yes Sir L, I've never been better,” I answered still startled.

“Okay! I'll be taking my leave now, see you tomorrow.”

I nodded in agreement.

Nevertheless, I was determined to remain professional even though my desires were slowly taking over. At the back of my head, I couldn’t help but wonder why was I so into him. He was the worst kind of confident. Not only was he shamelessly aware of his appeal, he was so used to women throwing themselves at him.

I slowly rapped up the mat and headed for the shower.

Sir L embraces me from behind, gently kissing my neck as I place one of my thighs high up against the tiled wall, giving him the chance to tickle my clit with his fingers. The warm shower droplets created a more intense feeling between us as his shaft starts to turn rock hard. With the other hand, he reaches out to squeeze my bum cheek. I mourn helplessly in his arms.

The shower droplets turned to icy cold hence slapping me back to reality.

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                    Until next affair! Bye.