[FM] My personal trainer never touched me…

Hi! This is a true story about an experience I had a few years ago that I have been thinking about a lot lately. I have never told anyone about this in my life.

I had just turned 30 when this happened and at the time I was married almost 6 years. I was in a dead bedroom situation with my first husband and things had been trending way downward for him health wise, he gained a lot of weight and pretty much changed his whole lifestyle when he started working from home a lot. I have always been an exercise fanatic ever since I was little and around that time I was hitting the gym every weekday morning before work. The gym was downtown not too far from where I worked, and my routine was to take the metro to the gym and then after my workout I can shower and change and get ready for work in the dressing room. I do office admin and I dress business smart, so if you are on the same gym schedule as me you can see me come in every morning around 6h30 with my coffee, so tired and hair up in my workout clothes, and then when I leave the gym every day around 8h30 it’s with my hair and makeup done, in an Ann Taylor splitneck and running late in my loubs ?. Like a Jekyll and Hyde!

I had never cheated on my husband but I started becoming friends with my trainer and I was fantasizing about the gym even when I was driving or doing errands or whatever. It was always on my mind! My trainer is a very hunky type guy, not the most handsome but such a great body, big muscular arms and broad chest, his legs like tree trunks. He towered over me every time we talked, I am petite so you can imagine. He is Egyptian, thick black beard short but bushy, and a bald head that he shaved to keep completely bald. He is in amazing shape and his muscles have such amazing definition when he does his shrugs in front of the mirrors everybody watches him from the corner of their eye. He is very impressive and he knows so much about his profession, he is very patient and attentive, asks lots of questions. Plus I love his accent! Anyway you can tell I was very attracted to him pretty much right away and it only got worse.

When he would train me he never touched me. It was definitely his thing, because I noticed other trainers would touch their clients but he never did. He would guide me and his hand would almost touch my knee or elbow or whatever he wants to adjust, but he would never make contact. It was as if his energy or presence was enough to move me, like his aura. If anything it really turned me on, it showed how careful he was and how serious and professional he took it, and I know it would really bother me if a trainer started getting grabby with me, even one as sexy as mine. It was also something about his control. But he never even made a move or made it seem anything more than a training. When he would make eye contact with me when he watched me work, it would motivate me and it was so intense. Let’s just say I think he’s a great trainer!

So here’s a detail that can at least narrow down my city significantly. At that gym every month there was a well known thing where people would go for a midnight yoga session on the beach and it was pretty well known that clothing was optional for this. I heard about it even before joining the gym and when I saw a posting that seemed like it could be the “naked yoga” night I asked him if he knew about it. He denied it was a real thing, he just said people sometimes get naked for it but he explained it was all to do with some Wiccans at the gym, it was not an official “naked yoga” party. Anyway that was it, but if you think it was a buzz kill you’re wrong, try to imagine how that went in my mind and pretty much the next time I was taking my bath it was all about naked yoga with my trainer!

Over the months we became more friendly and even talked a little bit after our training, he always seemed to wait for me doing this or that, and when I would emerge from the changing room he would be just about ready to leave. We only trained together once a week but he was there often in the mornings when I was there and I would always catch him looking. I thought it was cute. He knew I was married and I knew he was single, so at the time I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but if it was the same as me it was just all just to give me something to think about later! Anyway eventually we started taking coffee together for the 10 or 15 minutes or so before I had to get over to work, and I would really look forward to those so much. In those few minutes per day we would talk about all kinds of things. We were becoming friends and it seemed real because it wasn’t romantic at all, just talking.

Of course, eventually I had to bring up the naked yoga thing again, and he told me that he always exercised naked at home. You can imagine this took the conversation a bit further and next thing you know we are joking about me coming over for a private session, and then next thing you know it’s not so much a joke anymore. We kind of dropped the naked part but after a while we began talking more about having a private training at his home and for some reason it seemed like we were both pretending not to notice the sexual energy that was running wild on us.

I finally went to see him on a Saturday morning early, I often went to the pool on Saturday mornings so it was no problem getting away. I wore jeans and casual clothes but I did my makeup anyway! I brought along my gym bag with my workout clothes but I had no intention of wearing them. He lived in a condo on a very high up floor and when I got there he already had his living room rearranged with matt floors, medicine balls and other things. It was a little bit awkward but I finally just said “should I change?” and held my bag to my chest, and he smiled so bright and he was like “would you like to be naked?” and the way he said it with his accent and his eyes it just made me melt right there.

So we both undressed right there and I was very shy doing this in front of him, but he was very admiring of my body and made so many compliments about me. I cupped my breasts in my hands and he laughed. I of course had already seen most of his body at the gym but still when he undressed I was so nervous. He has a very massive, thick body and his dick is pretty big too, not too big but totally hard right away and let’s just say it was bigger than what I was used to. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and every time he moved his hips it seemed like his dick bounced in the air looking for me!

I was shy but he put me at ease, he didn’t really look at my body, he just gently instructed me how to stretch and hold. I was holding a long plank and he did what he always does, just guiding his hand along my side, almost touching, and correcting my posture or form. I trembled but it was like I was getting strength from the coldness of the air in the room and the fact I was so exposed and vulnerable right there. His voice was low and reassuring, motivating me to hold on a little longer. “You can do it” and “You look perfect, hold it” and “Beautiful, beautiful” (that’s the thing he said that still goes through my mind… how he always said ‘beautiful’ twice and how it really seemed like he was amazed). I was like jelly in his hands by the time I was done.

Then I would watch him stretch and flex, and my eyes would wander all over his body. His muscles rippled and I’m sure my mouth was wide open the whole time. He has such a beautiful body.

We alternated like this for a while, and it just got hotter and hotter. When I would watch him I’d bite my lip when he would look at me, and I wanted so much to touch myself. At one point, he shifted sides and as he settled back to the mat he gave his raging dick a big slap. It looked like it hurt, but he sighed when he did it and then smiled at me. I was on fire and when I was holding another posture he touched his dick again and I just kept my eyes on it while he kind of smacked or nudged it every now and then. There was precum shining on the head and all I wanted to do was wrap my little fists around it and take control of him.

Finally when I was holding the longest posture, he was touching himself and watching me and I was really trembling trying to hold on, and when I finally collapsed I was exhausted, sweating and panting. All he said was “Wow, you are amazing!” and that was it, I changed. I turned around and looked up at him as he towered over me. I touched my naked tits and pinched my nipples, he kind of assumed a position above me and started jacking off, so I positioned myself right underneath him.

We never touched and when he started to cum he did it without any warning so it really surprised me. It went all over my face and shoulders and hair and he was roaring really loud. When he stopped stoking I took over for a second and just squeezed him hard with both hands, watching as the cum dribbled out and hung there from the head. I rubbed him on my lips and gave it a quick kiss, but that was all the contact we had.

We cleaned up and he apologized a lot. I felt okay about it but he seemed really guilty. I gave him a kiss on the lips and I left. In the end, nothing ever happened again because he started getting a bit weird at the gym after that, eventually it just kind of went sour. I work at a different job now so I don’t see him anymore, don’t even have any contact but why should I even lie? I still stalk him on IG… ?

I got divorced some time later for totally unrelated reasons (before you accuse me, we both did bad things) and I’m married again now. Thankfully my sex life is better these days, though whenever we go through a dry spell I can’t help but think about my gym buddy and our naked yoga!

Thanks for reading!

xoxop

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