Personal trainer sex story with MILF

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Max and I were on our holiday, we sat at the pool being served cocktails and all our needs being attended to in our luxury abode. It was a moderately hot day and I wore my newest bikini which showed a little more than I was comfortable showing but made me feel like a goddess especially with all the attention and looks that I was getting. Max was wearing knee high shorts, an exercise t-shirt and socks on the sun bed and he was layered in enough sunscreen to prevent ice cream from melting in the oven.

I dosed off for a little while and when I awoke, I heard Max speaking to one of the fitness instructors who worked at the gym adjacent to the pool. I had seen this gym instructor at work over the past few days with several ladies, he always got a little bit too close and seemed to spend particular attention helping his female patrons stretch after their workouts. On the days that I went to the gym, I noticed that he was a very demanding trainer and always insisted that his clients were pushed out of their comfort zone and off course when he was stretching them he did the same. I was wearing dark sunglasses which concealed the direction of my eyes and gave me an excellent opportunity to have a good look at him. He was tall, dark skinned and his body held his muscles well. His skin glistened from the small beads of sweat in response to the heat. His clothes fitted him to perfection; he wore tight fitting shorts that were midway up his thighs and a tight fitting vest that accentuated his chest and abs. He looked like a man designed only for battle.

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The next day I went to the gym in the evening for a workout. The fitness instructor was there giving a training session to two attractive girls. As usual he was very pushy and very close to them both generously assisting them in their moves and especially their stretches. At some point he was almost mounting one of the girls in front in the process of giving her hip stretches. I wondered to myself whether these stretches were professional or passionate.

It was late in the evening and only the two girls were training and were left at the gym. I finished my workout and went to the steam room as I liked to do after working out in the evening.

I walked into the changing room, slipped off my gym wear and wrapped a towel around me. I walked into the steam room and increased the temperature as I always did. I had been there for a while and at this point the steam had filled the room to the point of limiting visibility.

The door slowly opened, and I saw a muscular silhouette standing in the doorway. The figure began to walk closer and closer towards me. I felt a combination of both fear, anticipation and excitement. Finally, the figure was close enough for me to ascertain who it was. It was the fitness trainer.

Isn't this a Ladies only steam room? I said to him with a firm but friendly expression. "I am here to close up, '' he said. "close what up" I further enquired. He did not respond but walked up closer to me. He leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear the word "BLUE ''. "What does that mean? '' I inquired curiously. He looked at me intently and said "that is the word you can use to tell me to stop". I pretended to be completely naïve and asked him what I would need him to stop doing and he whispered the word RED in my ear again.

I stood in front of him but he towered over me and his muscular frame was visible though his vest and shorts which by now were drenched with the team from the steam room. He gently held my shoulders and turned me to face the other way. We were now both facing the wall and he moved by body into he's and began to kiss my neck. I hesitated and enquired as to what he was doing and whispered the magic words into my ear, red. The moment you want me to stop day the magic word and I will walk away.

The word Red Could not have been further from my mind at this point as he continued to kiss my neck. I could feel the bulge that I had seen earlier against the small of my back and this sent shock waves through my spine. He was kissing my neck. I asked him whether this was the reason why he was so popular with his female clientele and my question almost prompted him to unknot my towel and let it fall to the floor.

His strong and callused hands began to explore my body starting with my now exposed breasts with his hands and squeezed them just tight enough to border on the pleasure and pain threshold. I responded to his touch by tilting my head backwards allowing him more access to all the erogenous parts of my neck.

His hands began to explore further down my body until he reached my inner thighs which he rubbed graciously. He teased me for a while but did not venture into nor touch my wetness. This drove me crazy, and I wanted nothing more than his hands to caress my wetness but he did not succumb to the temptation. I thought of giving him a colour that would be a magic word to tell him to do more. The anticipation in my body had built up to its limit, I wanted every bit of him. I wanted to explore and know all about the bulge that he hid, I wanted to know the secret's of his universe.

He was still behind me, kissing me, touching me and driving me wild. I reached my hand behind to feel him. His shorts were not much of a barrier and without much effort I was holding his manhood in my hands. He was firm and thick, fully erect and ready for action. I stroked him for a moment and felt him rise even more with my hands on him. His activity on me ceased for a moment as he enjoyed the caress I was giving him. His hips writhed in sequence with the command I held over his manhood. I squeezed him tight and then whispered his magic word back to him in case he wanted to find a way out. He let out a moan and guided my body into a kneeling position over a Match and finally pushed his cock into me.

I felt the first inch of his cock penetrate me. Then he systematically thrust his cock deeper and deeper into me with every successive thrust making me wetter and wetter with every passing moment.

I moved out of sequence with him in order to deliberately disrupt his rhythm. His cock slid out of me and I stood up and told him to sit down on the bench. He was still mostly dressed so before he sat down I instructed him to take off all his clothes. I was not going to be the only naked one in this steam room. He complied and took off his tight-fitting shorts and his vest. His cock was now glistening with the combination of our juices and as he sat down, I grabbed a hold of it and licked it, I could taste us both on his cock. I put the tip of it in my mouth and kissed it. I nibbled it slightly to cause him some discomfort and then raised my lips to his ear and whispered the words ``red" to him. I moved back down to his cock with my mouth for a few moments and sucked him and nibbled him. He urged me to slow down but I would not. I looked at him and asked him whether he liked it and he responded in the affirmative.

I moved myself back onto him as he sat on the bench and took full control as I rode his cock to my liking. I changed rhythms, tempo and pace as it suited me and when he looked like he was reaching his climax I squeezed his balls in a manner to suppress any plans of his ending my joy. By this time I had pushed his head back and while I rode him sensually I also kissed and bit his neck.

He moaned in pleasure overpowered by my small frame and my gracious wetness. I exploded several times as I led myself through a journey on his manhood and suppressed him in order to ensure my full satisfaction. Everything about us was hot and wet at this point, the steam, our bodies and our juices were all intertwined. After I was sufficiently satisfied, I laid back on the beach and allowed him to penetrate me as he wished. This did not last very long as within seconds I felt his spasm and his warmth inside me. He looked at me with a sense of satisfaction and said the magic word.

There were no magic words required for the rest of the holiday but I took up regular personal training sessions, enjoyed the stretching and most importantly enjoyed the steam room time as the gym closed.

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