My teammates told me that if I really wanted to work on tone and definition, then Trainer Dietrich was the go-to guy. Tall, hairy, muscled: it didn’t take much convincing for me to sign up for some private training sessions.
When we finally got together, I could hardly keep my eyes off him. He had me lay on my back to start doing reps of sit-ups. He had his hands on my feet to hold them down, but he interestingly leaned forward so that every time I came up our faces were so close they almost touched. My natural instincts almost kicked in, it took everything I had not to kiss him because there were barely inches between our lips!
Next were push-ups. This time I felt him stroke his hands on my body as I raised and lowered myself. God, what a turn-on! I’m immediately embarrassed; what if Trainer Dietrich sees my growing hard-on through my gym shorts?
The exercise portion of the hour was over so we were going to wrap things up with cool-down stretches. I climbed up on the couch and, flat on my back, let my trainer position himself between my legs so he could use his body weight to provide resistance.
I kept thinking about how good he felt against me, which only made me even more excited. In fact, I was getting harder and harder with this irresistible man looking me right in the eyes!