I was a personal trainer while finishing up my last semester of college. Being the young, dark, fit, former collegiate athlete: I was in high demand right from the start when I got hired on. The majority of my clients were pretty cliche for a young male trainer: 35-55 wealthy housewife. The majority of these women were very attractive while pretty much all of their husbands were mentally checked out and a bit sloppy.
I took my work pretty seriously and didn’t cross any boundaries, despite being enticed by many (young and older). I didn’t want to fall into the category of being another unprofessional trainer…until the opportunity arose…
I trained this beautiful 62 year old woman named Jess. I was taken by her age upon our first meeting as I was expecting her to look entirely different…and much older. She had a tight body, smooth skin and long luscious hair that she would always wear down. She was vain but was also very interesting: well traveled, good taste in music/food, and lived on a farm.