WET WORKOUT 
By Underground Video
Post-workout exercises 
 
 
     Marlene watched her students as they performed the cool down 
exercises.  Stretching on the ground, their legs spread apart, 
Marlene could imagine the girls without their bodytight leotards 
and leggings.  Of course, she knew it would be professional 
suicide to reveal her desires to anyone in the class.  Still, she 
felt aroused watching their lithe bodies struggle against gravity 
and time. 
 
     One girl, in particular, had caught her eye.  She was a 
young blond named Debbie.  In the truest California girl 
tradition, Debbie had a delicious golden tan and legs that went 
up to there.  The smell of her after a workout was enough to 
bring tears of lust to Marlene's eyes.  She felt a longing to 
offer to lick the sweat from Debbie's body.  She had recently 
taken up the habit of masturbating to just this fantasy. 
 
     What was more, Debbie seemed to be sending her all of the 
signals to go ahead.  It was the flimsiest of evidence:  Debbie 
would always be nearby when Marlene stepped from the shower, she 
might give her a look that would linger a fraction of a second 
longer than might otherwise be considered normal.  The thought 
that she was actually interested was a tease.  Marlene knew she 
must never compromise her position as an instructor at the club 
by pressing the point. 
 
     "All right.  Hit the showers everybody!  Wednesday night.  
Same time, same place." 
 
     Her class applauded her and themselves.  The workout had 
been gruelling.  One by one the women shook her hand and stepped 
out toward the shower room.  Marlene collected her belongings and 
nearly knocked Debbie down when she turned around. 
 
     "God, Debbie, I'm so sorry," she exclaimed, helping the girl 
to her feet.  The smell of her and the feel of her soft supple 
body against Marlene's own was almost unbearable for the woman.  
"Are you all right?" 
 
     Debbie nodded, holding her head gingerly.  Then, she burst 
out laughing.  "God, I'm so clumsy.  I'll never get your routine 
down." 
 
     Marlene smiled and watched the girl's large sweaty breasts 
rise and fall as she breathed.  She swallowed hard. 
 
     "Would you like to walk through the routine a couple of 
times now?  Without the music and the exercise, I mean." 
 
     "Well...sure.  If you have time.  I mean, I'm sure your very 
busy."  
     "Nonsense.  I owe you one after giving you that body block." 
 
     Debbie smiled, her bright white teeth in dazzling contrast 
to her tanned facial skin. 
 
     Marlene stood behind her and they looked over their 
shoulders at the mirror. 
 
     "That's right.  Now just do what I do." 
 
     Marlene showed her the first few steps of the routine.  
Debbie was a fast learner.  Soon, they were at the same pace that 
they might keep in a class at full bore.  Debbie's sweaty body 
glistened in the room light and her muscular build was clearly 
evident through her multicolored leotard.  She wore leggings that 
made her long legs shine with an almost metallic appearance as 
she moved, and in the deep bends, Marlene lost her breath 
watching the golden girl's crotchstrap slide almost completely 
into her slit. 
 
     Finally, they completed the exercise.  Debbie turned to 
Marlene. 
 
     "Now, I guess its time for the cool down and the showers.  I really
appreciate your going through this again with me.  Can I 
buy you dinner?"   
 
     Marlene watched the girl stretch out her weary muscles.  
Everything in her told her to accept the girl's offer, but she 
was afraid that with a drink or two, she might open up about her 
feelings. 
 
     "Its pretty late by the time I get out of here," she hedged. 
 
     "That's okay, Marlene.  I'll take a shower and hang out a 
bit." 
 
     Debbie was out the door before Marlene could protest.  She 
went to her office and filled out the class records, then turned 
out the light and locked the door.  The building was deserted, 
and for a moment, she wondered if Debbie might have gotten tired 
and left.   
 
     When she got down to the shower room, she saw Debbie, still 
in her workout garb, looking despondent. 
 
     "What is it?  What's wrong?" 
 
     Debbie looked up at her.  There were tears in her eyes. 
      "Look, you're going to think I'm really dizzy, but I forgot 
the combination to my locker.  I've been sitting here for a half 
hour trying to remember, but I just can't.  I'm dyslexic when it 
comes to numbers.  It's really embarrassing." 
 
     Marlene smiled compassionately, "Don't worry about it.  I 
understand people with dyslexia have extremely high IQs.  You 
should have just come and gotten the master key from me.  Take a 
shower.  I'll get the key from my office and meet you back here." 
 
     Debbie smiled, and began undressing. 
 
     When Marlene returned, Debbie was in the shower.  She put 
the master key in the lock and it opened with a click.  Opening 
the locker, Marlene had an irresistible urge to look through the 
young girl's belongings.  Debbie had nothing among her things to 
suggest that she was involved with any guys.  That struck Marlene 
as peculiar.  Her undergarments -- red and black and made of 
transparent lace -- were just the sort that a girl might wear who 
was planning to turn someone's head. 
 
     Marlene rolled the bra and panties in her hand, enraptured 
by the feel of them.  Then she broke her reverie and began to 
undress herself for the showers.  She entered the stall next to 
Debbie and lathered herself.  Pressing her face in the spray, she 
felt the invigorating wash of the hot water over her sweaty face.  
     Then she felt something else.  It was the touch of a hand on 
her bare skin.  She turned to see Debbie standing before her.  
The girl looked determined. 
 
     Debbie approached her and kissed her leisurely on the lips.  
Marlene, her hunger ignited, reciprocated with greater lust.  Her 
hands began to explore the golden body of her student.  There 
were no tan lines on her hips or breasts, it was one seamless 
golden color. 
 
     Debbie moved from her teacher's throat to her breasts, 
licking and sucking.  Then, she traced a line with her tongue 
down Marlene's abdomen, the shower sprinkling on her wet blond 
hair. 
 
     Debbie kissed Marlene's muff, then rose to her feet and took 
the woman by the hand.  She guided her over to one of the 
benches.  In silence, she lay her down on the bench and parted 
her legs gently.  Marlene closed her eyes and allowed the full 
sensation of the girl lover to wash over her.   
 
     Debbie's tongue probed her pussy folds expertly.  Her nails 
dug into Marlene's taut ass as she pressed her mouth tightly over 
Marlene's clitoris.  With an oily finger, she slid into the older 
woman's asshole and twirled gently.  
     Marlene came in orgasm after orgasm, until she was 
completely spent.  Debbie sat beside her and stroked her mound 
gently.  Marlene looked up at her and smiled. 
 
     "That's what I call a cool down." 
 
     Debbie's look was serious and unwavering.   
 
     "About that meal.  You can have it now, or take it home.  
Whatever you want, Marlene." 
 
     "Louie," Marlene quoted her favorite film, "this could be 
the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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