Author’s note: The character of Jill is based on a personal trainer with whom I worked once. That is, Jill looks like the trainer. The activities described in this story are completely fictional.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

One thing was clear; I had to get into shape. I had been working out pretty regularly at the gym, but then the covid pandemic hit, and the gym closed down. Even after it reopened, I had trouble getting back into an exercise routine. First, I was very careful about the virus, and I didn’t rush back to the gym as soon as it reopened. Mainly, I had got into a new pattern of behavior and activities, centered around my computer, and it was hard to change that new pattern. Also, I have to recognize, I was older than I had been before the pandemic, and every year takes its toll.

Even after I renewed my gym membership, I easily found excuses not to go there, and, even when I went to the gym, I didn’t have a good program going. I did a few reps of this exercise, a few on that machine, spent a little time on the treadmill, etc., but I really didn’t sense that I was getting anywhere. I requested a personal trainer, and I was assigned to a tall woman, seemingly 5-10 years younger than I was, slender but appropriately toned, as a trainer should be, with moderate curves in the right places, and blond hair tied into a pony tail.

“Hi, I’m Jill,” she said, extending her hand to shake mine.

“I’m Jerry,” I replied, and then I told her my exercise history and my goals.

Jill assigned me a set of exercises which would reveal the strength and flexibility of different body areas, and also my balance. “Well, we have a lot of work to do,” Jill said, “but it should be fun.”

“Since it looks like we are going to be working together for a long time,” I said to Jill, “Maybe we should get to know each other better.” It was an unsubtle pickup line and a long shot, but I was still at loose ends after my divorce, and I noticed that Jill was not wearing a ring.

“OK,” she replied, and we agreed to meet for coffee after her last training appointment of the afternoon. I was waiting at the coffee shop when Jill appeared, wearing a short white skirt and a pale green top. We got our coffees and some pastry and told one another some things about ourselves. I did statistical analysis for one of the larger companies in town. I had been married for three years, had no children, and had been divorced for four years.

Jill had had a succession of boyfriends, but none of the relationships lasted very long. “Usually, people talk about some women as being high maintenance, but I think that some guys are high maintenance, too, and I can’t deal with that,” she explained. It was also clear, as Jill talked, that she had a very strong drive to succeed at her work. She kept a rigorous work schedule and regularly took professional development courses, and she had made her way up to being a Level 3 Trainer. I thought if that might have had something to do with her Love life.

As we talked, I accidentally knocked my phone, which had been sitting on the edge of the table, onto the floor. “Damn it!” I exclaimed, and I bent over to pick it up. As I did that, Jill opened her legs slightly, and what I saw under the table was, not a flash of panty, but a cleanly shaven snatch, with the small outer lips parted and an inviting pink slit. I might have taken more time than necessary to pick up my phone, but, in a minute or so, I took care of it and returned to our conversation. I took Jill’s no-panties gambit as a hint of things to come. Was I right? At that time, I could only speculate.

Back at the gym, I was not doing very well. I have never been very well coordinated, and I had difficulty following Jill’s instructions to do exercises. Finally, to help me with a particular arm and upper body exercise, Jill said, “Watch me.” She did the exercise smoothly. Then she said, “Now, put your hands on my shoulders to feel how the muscles and joints move.” I did as Jill had said, and she performed the movement again. As I removed my hands, they lightly brushed over her breasts. Jill looked at me for just a second, and then we proceeded. I did the exercise with Jill’s hands on my shoulders. When she judged that I had got it right, she had me do 10 repetitions.

Something similar happened when we got to leg movements. Jill demonstrated the movement, and I tried to do it, badly. Jill told me to put my hands on a spot on her hips as she did it again. I felt the firm flesh under her yoga pants, and my cock twitched a little as I felt her move. Then Jill put her hands on my shorts, close to my crotch, as I tried the exercise. My cock twitched again, and Jill looked at me with a slight smile, for a few seconds.

“Mmhh, I think that we need to try that again,” Jill said. She looked around quickly to make sure that there were no people in our area of the exercise room, and, this time, she put her hand under my shorts, touching my cock through my jock strap. My cock did more than twitch. It heaved up, pushing against the fabric of my clothes.

Jill and I continued with this system for a while. I learned how I should move by feeling Jill’s legs, hips, butt, stomach, arms, shoulders, and back through her clothes, and Jill checked the correctness of my form by feeling my legs, thighs, crotch, stomach, chest, shoulders, and back.

One day, Jill said, “I would like to try something new, but we have to go to another room for that.”

“I’m game,” I said, and Jill led me to an unused exercise room. It contained a few old machines, of types not used any more, some mats, a table, and bars.

Jill locked the door and said, “You know, our exercise traditions go back to ancient Greece, but, along the way, we have lost something that the Greeks had.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“Exercising nude,” said Jill. “So I want you to strip,” she added. I pulled off my tee shirt, shorts, and jock strap, standing naked except for my sneakers and socks. Jill put me through our whole exercise routine, and felt my legs up to the groin, adding a little ball stimulation as she went along, rubbed my butt, and massaged my back and shoulders. When she got to my chest, as we faced stood face to face, with only a few inches between us, Jill planted a firm kiss on my lips.

By then, my cock was standing up straight. “I can’t really exercise with this boner,” I said.

“I’ll take care of it,” responded Jill. She reached out and gave my stomach a little rub, and then moved her hands down, through my bush, until she grabbed and stroked my hard cock. At the same time, she put her other hand inside her pants and rubbed herself, twisting her pelvis with pleasure. I was afraid of losing my balance, so I backed up and leaned against an exercise and massage table. Jill followed me and, as she continued to pull at my dick, leaned into me, and gave me another kiss.

“I’m Cumming!” I called, giving Jill a warning of the spurt of warm cum that was about to pour out. She moved out of the way. Most of my cum shot onto the floor, and some ran down my legs. We cleaned things up with some paper towels, I got dressed, and that was the end of that day’s session.

When we returned to the room for our next session, I stripped immediately, and we started our exercise routine, complete with Jill’s feeling the motion of my body parts. After a few minutes, I said to her, “One of the things about our sessions that has been useful is your modeling proper motion. We should continue it now.”

Jill pulled off her tee shirt and got out of her sports bra. Her boobs were medium-sized, very well shaped, with small nipples. Her chest and stomach were ripped without being overmuscular. Jill pulled down her yoga pants, revealing her strong but shapely legs. I said, “Allow me,” and I stepped forward to pull off her panties, rubbing her body with mine as I did so. Again, I enjoyed the sight of her clean-shaven cunt, with its small lips, and, this time, I also got to feel it.

Before long, I said, “My hard cock is getting in the way again.”

“I can see that,” said Jill. “Lie down on the table.”

I lay on the table with my dick sticking straight up in the air. Jill bent over me and started sucking away.

“Let’s be even,” I said, and Jill climbed on top of me, missing only a few seconds of sucking, and adjusted her position so that her Pussy was right over my mouth. I caressed her smooth mound for a short time, and then I spread her Pussy lips and started licking.

This time, I came in Jill’s mouth. She spit the cum out, but, by then, she was close to Cumming herself. Her midsection moved back and forth, writhing in pleasure, but she kept her snatch in contact with my mouth until her whole body shook, and, with a long cry, “Aaaaaaah!”, she collapsed on top of me.

By this time, we had developed a social and well as a professional relationship, and our physical relationship covered both areas. One evening, I went to Jill’s apartment to pick her up to go to a concert. When I was close to the apartment, I got a text from Jill that said, “Just come in.” I tried the apartment door, and, sure enough, it was unlocked, so I walked in.

“I’m here!” I called out, and Jill came out of the bathroom, naked from the Shower, holding a towel with which she finished drying herself off.

We kissed, and Jill rubbed her nude body against my clothed body. “Do we have time?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered, and we moved clumsily toward her bedroom. She pulled, and I pushed, we kissed repeatedly, every few seconds, and I peeled off my clothes, one piece at a time. When we got to Jill’s bed, she fell back onto it and lifted her legs in the air. I found my place between her legs and continued kissing her — on her mouth, her neck, her tits, her stomach, and her gorgeous, bare, smooth, cunt. I spent a few minutes licking and sucking Jill’s Pussy, enjoying the feel of her body surrounding my head. Then, I moved back upward. When my lips got back to Jill’s mouth, I got ready to penetrate her cunt, but I had a last-minute wondered and said, “Turn over.”

Jill got onto her hands and knees, her strong, shapely, legs supporting a firm Ass, which framed her slightly open slit. I rubbed the tip of my cock around her Pussy lips and, just a little, into her slit, teasing it open a bit. Then, I drove straight in. With each thrust, Jill panted, until we came together and collapsed on the bed.

That evening actually marked the high point of our relationship. Shortly afterward, I saw Jill taking another client into the special, closed, exercise room. I confronted her afterwards, saying, “I saw you take that guy into the special room. Did you also fuck him?”

Jill looked me straight in the face and replied, “Yes. Is that a problem?”

I said, “Yes! It’s a problem.”

“That’s too bad,” rejoined Jill, “But we made no promises and no commitments. We were just two people who liked to fuck.”

I took a minute to digest that point. I realized that we had been looking for different things. I was looking for a girlfriend, if not more. Jill was looking for a fuckbuddy, and nothing more. I said, “Yes, you’re right.” I had a few more training sessions will Jill after that, but then I started doing my exercise elsewhere.