Private Training

A late night workout leads to a happy ending


This story is focused on descriptions of feminine muscularity & erotic feats
of strength

The baggy sweatsuit she was running in concealed her body type although it was
starting to cling to her in spots where her sweat had soaked through. Lisa had
been running on the treadmill for over an hour so far and I was impressed with
her stamina considering her pace.

It was unusual for guests to request access to the hotel?s gym at two o?clock
in the morning but the overtime and promise of a big tip made it worthwhile
for me to accommodate this private session.

As she stepped off the treadmill she looked over at me and with a smile said,
?Thanks again for coming in tonight, I hate missing a workout even when I?m on
the road.? Lisa had a nice face with blue eyes and short blonde hair. As she
began to take off her sweatpants she asked me to load up the smith rack so she
could do some squats.

As I put the plates on the bar I watched her stretch out her legs. She was now
wearing white lycra hotpants that highlighted a fantastic set of glutes. Round
and pulling the tiny shorts very tight, I could tell that there wasn?t an
ounce of fat on her hard muscular ass. This tapered into a well defined
hamstring which was balanced by the most perfect set of quads that I had ever
seen. Each cord showed clear separation from the rest and a large knot of
muscle was suspended just above the knee. Her calves were typical for a
runner, long and lithe with thin feminine ankles.

After getting settled under the bar, Lisa quickly knocked out twelve reps and
asked me to add some more weight. Then another set led to more weight. After
the fifth set, Lisa?s quads were beginning to become visibly fatigued with
each sinew straining to finish the set. The muscles were flushed and her
round, muscular glutes seemed to be pulling her shorts tighter than ever. The
sight of those long taught thigh muscles gliding underneath her nicely tanned
skin was spellbinding and it a great degree of self control to avoid staring.

Moving on to the hamstring curls Lisa began her reps effortlessly. The large
mound of muscle that peaked at the top of each curl showed the best definition
I had seen in all of my years of running the club. With her facing away from
me I got a chance to take another long look at her beautiful rear. Watching
its firm, lean perfection tense up with each repetition began my wondering
what her upper body would be like when she removed the bulky sweatshirt.

My musings were answered when she decided moved on to the next step on her
circuit. Before sitting at the lat pull-down machine, Lisa started pulling the
sweatshirt up over her head. My jaw dropped. Every inch of flesh revealed
brought new excitement. Her taught abdomen was a washboard six-pack that
disappeared into those tiny white shorts without even hinting of stopping. Her
obliques were taught and synched her torso into a narrow waist. As she brought
the shirt over her head, defined intercostals and the most perfect set of
breasts appeared. Seemingly defying gravity, the cleavage popping out of her
skimpy blue sports bra was obviously enhanced by the massive pectorals filling
out her chest.

With her arms raised above her head her lats spread out from her back and
created an astounding V-shape that drew my attention back to that narrow waist
and those incredible abs now appearing long and lean as she pulled the
sweatshirt towards the ceiling. With the sweatshirt finally off, I was able to
see her arms which showed incredible muscularity and definition while somehow
maintaining a very feminine look.

Standing in awe of this image of perfection glistening with sweat in front of
me, I realized that I had been caught staring. Lisa didn?t seem to mind, as
she shot a quick mile at me and sat down to do some reps.

Reaching up to grab the bar, her back spread out revealing well developed
lats. Her deltoids bunching up into mounds of muscle on top of her shoulders
were equally impressive. As she slowly performed her first rep, rows of back
muscles rippled one after another while her biceps slowly rose into angular
peaks and the copper arm-band she wore above her bicep slowly tightened around
the enlarging muscle.

Fully contracted, she held the position long enough for me to get another look
at the pronounced V-shape of her torso and her small firm waist. The
protruding biceps were solid peaks of muscle and every bulge in her incredible
back was taught. She quickly glanced back towards me and caught me staring
again and gave me a wink before continuing with her workout.

Rep after rep, set after set, I stood watching the sleek muscles in her arms
sliding back and forth under that soft glistening skin like a well oiled
machine. Her lats spread and contracted, her biceps extended and then bunched
up into peaks of muscle. As she neared the end of her eighth set her arms were
getting noticeably pumped up. The metal arm band getting tightening around her
bicep further enhanced the dramatic peaks rising on her arms.

Finishing the set she looked back over her shoulder at me and struck a
commanding bicep pose and smiled. ?Do you like what you see?? Both my slow nod
and my raging hard on signaled affirmation. ?Do you want to feel?? Slowly I
placed my hand on her arm and squeezed. It was rock hard and seemed to push
back at my fingers. Lisa slowly began to extend and contract her arm with my
hand still on it and I got to feel the muscles working under my grasp. Several
more times and I was still standing there feeling her arm . . . it was
incredible feeling the long lithe feminine muscle when extended and the rock
hard power of the bulge when contracted.

Moving my hand up her arm I felt her massive deltoid and she flexed even
harder. I could feel the striations in her shoulder and the blood pumping
thorough her veins. ?Well, if you like shoulders, let?s work on them for a
while. . .? she said with a devious smile.

The inclined bench was already set up and Lisa began to make short work of the
weight I had been using before she got there. Her deltoids and triceps working
in perfect unison with her upper pecs. Getting my first chance to watch her
from the front, I was thoroughly excited as her chest heaved in and out with
each rep. Her cleavage protruding and her pecs contracting was an awesome
sight. Her triceps became rock hard bundles of muscle with such definition
that they appeared to be carved from stone. Her large round shoulders flexing
up into mounds with visible striations and fluid movements.

Seeing my excitement, Lisa got up from the bench and asked me to sit in it.
She then approached me and sat facing me on my lap. Her smile made me curious
and I had no idea what to expect. When she reached up to the bar and began to
do pull-ups I knew that I would not be disappointed. With each pull up I got a
close up view of her chest and cleavage which became a view of her incredible
abs as she pulled herself up to the bar. Feeling a bit hot I too took of my
shirt and I got to feel her firm torso slide along mine. She had been working
hard and was sweaty which helped with friction. The ridges and ripples of her
abs and the soft cushion of her breasts were enticing.

After the first set, as she was again sitting on my lap, she asked if I minded
if she removed her top. Taking my lack of response as a signal that I
approved, she quickly grabbed the tight fitting bra and pulled it over her
head. Her firm, perky breasts hardly sagged at all.

The next set was better than the first. Her nipples running up my chest and
along my face and her abs rippling as she performed a crunch at the top of
each rep. When she began to tire I reached up and grabbed her under the arms
for a spot. Holding on to her like that I got to really feel her strength and
got a much deeper appreciation for her well developed lats that I had been
admiring before. They were much thicker than I had imagined and they were so
toned and firm that I was able to hold her up by them without making an
impression in the V-shape.

While I supported her above me she looked down and smiled. ?Looks like I?m
getting tired. Maybe we should try something different to keep me motivated.?
Settling back down on my lap she reached down and grabbed me. ?Why don?t you
show me what you?re made of.? Grabbing the bar and pulling her up one more
time she said, ?Take our shorts off so we can do this properly.? I reached up
and grabbed her tight white hotpants and began to slide them over that large
round muscular ass. They were so tight I had to pull down quite hard and was
impressed that she was able to continue to suspend herself. Once I had them
off I quickly slid my shorts off and waited to see what she would do next.

She began to slowly lower herself down. As she did, she reached around me with
her legs and guided herself directly on to my cock. Then slowly, she raised
herself up again and came back down onto me. With me deeply inside of her, she
began to gyrate her hips and grind me while still hanging there. Her abs were
going crazy with little flexes and changes in positioning. She was getting
herself worked up and as she did she seemed to regain her strength. Small reps
of up and down seemed to increase her arms size and definition. The hip
gyrations and the view of that spectacular body suspended above mine increased
my size in another way.

I grabbed her ass and dug my fingers into the feminine muscularity. She flexed
in response to my grab and I began to lose control of myself. Up and down. In
and out. Fatigue setting in finally I began to feel her whole body begin to
shake and I reached up and grabbed her biceps in an effort to pull her down
onto my lap. She renewed her efforts and pulled against me. Her biceps were
hard but they quickly faltered and she dropped down onto my lap.

An extended frenzy of gyrations followed and finally came to an end with both
of us passed out on the floor.

When I woke up she was gone and I knew I would probably never see her again.