Shower, then workout

In this Erotic Bite, I figured I’d take a stab at writing some flash erotica. I swear, I tried to keep the word count under a thousand words. But I suppose it wasn’t meant to work out this time around. Maybe next time! Still, this story will be shorter than my usual stories, so enjoy.

A young woman at the gym tries to skip out on her routine early, only to be cornered by her tall trainer in the shower room. She gets a lesson in obedience and dedication, after the sexy trainer shows off her own bodacious body. Enjoy!


I must have been sweating like crazy at this point. My muscles felt hot, and my head fuzzy. I felt a burn through my whole lower half, and I started to think I couldn’t handle it anymore. My breasts felt swollen and shook as I heaved. It felt really good at first and soon started to become too much. I looked at the timer on the machine and read there was still thirty-five minutes to go.

I did my best to keep my legs going on the treadmill. I kept up with the speed and resisted against the incline. I’d already been at the gym for a little over two hours and had made the mistake of hiring a personal trainer to help me figure out what I should be doing. At first, it was nice, having someone who knew what my goals were and pushing me to do better. Now, I was wishing I had tried to come up with this on my own. At least then, I could call it quits right about now.

It wasn’t as though I was in terrible shape. I was actually only slightly curvy, going to the gym just to work off the holiday weight I’d put on this year. Finishing this course on the treadmill was the last thing my trainer wanted me to do today, so thirty-five minutes became the only thing between me, and rest. However, my trainer had already gone off, hoping I would abide the honor system. Looking at the remaining course, there were still two steep inclines left to finish.

Believing no one would care, I stopped the machine and allowed my muscles to relax. I pat the sweat from my head and body before stepping down and made my way towards the locker rooms. Aside from the lockers, there were several stalls forming a bathroom in one section, a door leading to a sauna, and a tiled room with shower heads to wash up in. Hoping to get out of here before my trainer realized I skipped out early today, I quickly stripped down and entered one of the showering booths.

I pulled the scrunchie off my long, chestnut, and dirty, hair. I turned on the tap, and the lukewarm water that fell on my body felt so relaxing my sore muscles and skin. I could feel myself immediately begin to relax. Lathering myself up, I let my fingers glide across my body, and admired how much improvement I’ve made already. I didn’t want to stay too long, so I quickly washed my hair with some shampoo, and rinsed. I was just about to turn the tap off when someone pounded on the door to my shower booth.

I don’t know why I assumed it was someone who wanted the shower next and opened the door a little to see them. Because the tall figure who stood just outside was my trainer. A sturdy-looking woman with dark hair, wearing only a towel, and her brown eyes looking down at my short frame with disappointment and disdain.

“What do you think you’re doing? I know you’ve still got thirty more minutes on the treadmill before you’re done,” she berated me. I probably should have insisted I was too worn out to finish, and she couldn’t stop me anyway. But now, cornered in this stall, I felt almost afraid to say anything back. “How do you expect to make any progress if you start taking slacking off now?”

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out. I was caught, and she was right, so there was nothing I could say. Before I managed to think of an excuse, she pushed on my door, letting herself into my booth. Her large stature made the small room feel even smaller. Like there was nowhere I could go. Then she closed the door behind her, locking it.

The water continued to fall fully onto my back, with very little room between me and my trainer. Without a word, she pulled her towel off her body and showed her body to me. I was thrown off-guard, silenced by her gesture.

“Look at me, look at this body,” she told me.

I didn’t know what else to do, so my eyes moved down. I looked at her arms, slender but burly. Then her chest; her large, firm breasts with pert, pink nipples looking back at me. Then her abs, her thighs, and the small, trimmed patch of hair that sat on her mound.

“How do you expect to get a body like this if you start cutting corners in your routine?” she asked.

“Umm,” I started, still looking at her body. I could feel my face begin to turn red. I had a boyfriend, but I still felt an attraction I couldn’t explain. I was at a loss for a reply.

She must have suspected this, as she looked down at her own naked body, then back at me. A wily smile on her lips, “Do you like my body that much?”

I quickly brought my eyes back up to her’s. My face felt even hotter at being caught, looking at her in that way.

“Do you really want to get in shape for your man?” she asked.

I nodded, “Yes.”

“Are you sure? Because I can’t help you if you cut corners,” she warned.

“I’m sure” I replied, still nodding.

She grabbed my wet hair, holding the back of my head, “Are you gonna start doing everything I tell you to do?”

I winced, thinking this was out of line for her. But didn’t think this was the time to say so. So I just answered, “Yes.”

She leaned down, bringing her face close to mine, and stared at me intently, “Then you better start proving it.”

She pulled down on my hair, forcing me to my knees. I cried out in pain and felt the tile underneath my knees. She guided my head like some plaything to her pelvis, shifting her hips forward, and raising one of her legs over me. Her back against one wall, while her foot braced against another. Not more than two inches from my face, her snatch was displayed for me.

“If you want me to help you, you need to make me happy, first,” she instructed. I could feel her eyes looking down at me, waiting for me to do something. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do for her. I’d never been with a woman before, and I knew I couldn’t take her on in a fight. So I closed my eyes, stuck out my tongue, and felt around for her labia. Her soft, fleshy lips were a bit musky and had a flavor that was tangy, slightly bitter, and almost familiar.

She pushed my face further into her core and shifted her hips, gently riding my face. I did my best to stay focused on the task, sliding my tongue up and down along her valley, feeling the small passage at its base. There was a taste of something warm and a bit salty as my tongue dipped inside it. I brought my tongue back up, touching the small nub that made her shiver in pleasure.

“Yeah, right there,” she purred, sucking air through her teeth.

It felt weird doing this to another woman. I mean, I love it when I take my man’s cock in my mouth, and listen to the sexy noises he makes. But for some reason, hearing my trainer’s moans when I licked her filled me with a similar excitement. I can’t explain it, but it makes me want more. Even though I have no idea what I’m doing, I know what feels good when my boyfriend goes down on me. So I’ll do the same.

I traced my tongue along the hood, feeling her swelling clit poking out from under its hood. I made little circles around it, teasing it, and finding myself wanting to be touched as well. My hand slowly reached down, finding my own center, and touched myself along the opening. To my surprise, I felt hot and slick with my own pleasure juices. When I touched my own clitoris and felt a small jolt of pleasure run through my body, my tongue brushed over my trainer’s tiny nub as well.

She let out a louder moan, and her hips shivered. I focused on that spot, rubbing circles around it, while I used the tip of my finger on my own. I was doing to her what I wanted to be done to myself. When I slid my fingers inside me, my lips wrapped around her hood, and sucked. My tongue lashed out at her cunt, as though I was making out with it. Her voice grew louder, barely muffled by the running shower anymore. I’d gone through this many times, and knew it meant she was reaching the edge of her orgasm.

Just anticipating what she was about to do made my pussy feel hotter, and I found myself needing to feel her cum on my lips, my tongue, and to taste her. Oh god, is this what my boyfriend felt like every time he went down on me? I wanted her to cum for me just as bad as I wanted to cum for her. She let out one more loud moan before her body tensed up and clenched around my face. I could just barely managed to feel her clit with the tip of my tongue, while her thighs squeezed around my face. I spent every second of her orgasm lashing my tongue against that tiny nub until she could take it no longer.

She pulled my face away, catching her breath and taking her leg down from the wall. My head was reeling from what I’d just done, and I felt shocked by just how much I enjoyed it. I’d stopped fingering myself as I looked back up at her, curious if she was planning to make me do anything else. She had her eyes closed for several seconds, letting her body come down from a euphoric high of ecstasy. When she opened her eyes again, she smiled, and let go of my hair.

I slowly got to my feet, and stood still, looking up at her meekly. The trainer extended her hand, caressed my cheek, then held my chin in her hand. She leaned down and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth, and slithered around mine, the way a lover would. It was entirely strange for me, yet thrillingly erotic all at once. Then, the kiss broke, just as I was beginning to wish it would last longer. She never said anything else to me. She just grabbed her towel, gave a sultry smile, and stepped out from the booth, closing it behind her.

I could barely process what had just happened to me before I was back to fingering my own cunt again. I should have been scarred, but I was left wanting more. I pushed myself way past the edge as I imagined her face between my own thighs as well, and orgasmed quietly in the steaming stall. I waited a few more minutes, then built up the courage to shut off the water, wrap myself in my towel, and leave the shower room. My mind raced, wondering what my relationship with my trainer would be like from here on. Worst of all, part of hoped there would be more days like today.

 

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