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Adventures of Lickin' Linda - Part 0
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? LINDA'S FIRST WORKOUT ?
? by Lickin Linda ?
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One day while making love with my husband, I caught a
glimpse of my body in the mirror. I noticed a little flab
jiggling as I rode his cock; nothing major, mind you, but I made
up my mind to get to the gym like I had been meaning to for
awhile.
The next day, I packed my spandex leotard in a small bag and
headed down there. As I walked out of the locker room, one of
the instructors, a pretty woman about four or five years younger
than me, which would make her about twenty, approached me. She
said her name was Karen and offered to help me set up a workout
program. I told her I thought that was a great idea, and we sat
down to discuss it. She asked me what my goals were, and I told
her to firm up my tits and ass (of course, I told her my bosom
and bottom). She prescribed weight training for my breasts, and
floor exercises for my ass.
"Well, I'm ready to start," I said.
She answered, "You know, we have private weight rooms here
where I can work with you one on one as a personal fitness
trainer, if you like. The fee is thirty-five dollars a session,
but you get away from the geeky guys who come here just to watch
the women, and you never have to wait for the equipment."
"Wow, that sounds a little steep," I said.
"Well," she answered, "the private sessions include a
massage, which is great to relax tensed-up muscles after a
workout."
I had never had a massage before, but everyone I knew who
had swore by them. "Can I try one session, and decide if I want
to continue?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied, "there isn't any contract; you pay for
the sessions as you go."
"Then I think I'll try it," I said.
"Great!" she responded, "follow me."
She led me into a small, but fully equipped weight room.
There was a weight bench, a rack of dumbbells and a barbell, a
floor mat, and a massage table.
"Now the first thing we'll do," she said, "is to take a few
polaroid photos. The change you'll experience will be gradual,
and you won't notice it so much. But I guarantee that in a few
weeks, when we take new pictures, you'll be amazed."
"Sure," I said, "Fire away."
"Well," she said, "Don't be embarrassed, but we want to have
you nude for the photos. That spandex can hide a lot, and we'll
want an honest assessment of your progress. You'll hang on to
the pictures - it's not like they'll be passed around the gym."
Since it was only she and I in the room, I didn't see why I
shouldn't. It didn't take much to slip out of my leotard, and
soon she took photos of my front, back, and side views.
"You seem to be very comfortable with nudity," she said. "If
you like, leave your leotard off. I can see the response of your
muscles much better, and that helps me to fine-tune your
program."
That sounded reasonable to me, and like I said, my body
isn't in bad enough shape to be ashamed of, so I agreed.
"Okay," she said, "Lie on your back on the bench, and hold
these two dumbbells out to the side." I did as she said, and
immediately felt my chest tighten up. "Now keep your arms
straight, and bring your hands together right above your chest,"
she instructed. "These are called butterfly lifts." She
straddled my waist, and guided my arms through the proper motion.
Looking down at my breasts, she remarked, "That's very good; your
pectoral muscles are working. There are no muscles in your
breasts, of course. Your pectorals hold them up. As your
pectorals firm up, your breasts will be nice and high." She put
her cool hands on my chest just above and to the sides of my
breasts. "Can you feel the muscles tightening here?" she asked.
"Yes," I answered. Now, my breasts are super-erogenous, and
a cool breeze will cause my nipples to tighten. I was a little
embarrassed when her touch did, also. I was about to offer an
explanation, when I looked up and noticed her own nipples poking
through her leotard. I figured it must be natural, since she
didn't seem to notice, so I didn't say anything. Why call
attention to it and embarrass the both of us?
She had me do three sets of those butterfly lifts, and then
set the barbell on the holders above the bench. Again straddling
my body, she guided me as I pushed the bar toward the ceiling.
"You know you're doing it right when the bar touches your nipples
when you lower it," she coached. Well, I was doing it right, and
the bar felt cold on my breasts, causing my nipples to stand at
attention.
Partially to ease my embarrassment, i said, "It's amazing
what cold steel will do to a girl!"
"Sorry," she said, "I know the feeling." She put her hands
under the bar, palms up, so that the back of her hands contacted
my breasts on the downstroke instead of the steel bar. Looking
at her above me and feeling her hands on my breasts started to
give me a strange feeling in my crotch! I'd felt it before, but
only when a guy was involved - fact or fantasy. This was really
weird, and I was glad when this part of the workout was over.
Getting on to the floor exercises, she had me get on my
hands and knees and lift my legs in all kinds of directions. She
stood behind me to watch the muscles in my legs and buttocks,
occasionally resting a hand on the particular muscle being
worked. I hated to admit it, but her hand felt so fine on my
ass! When I finally finished those moves, my leg and ass muscles
were really sore. I was looking forward to that massage.
"Good workout, Linda!" Karen exclaimed. "Now climb up on
the table on your stomach, and lets knead the aches out of those
muscles." I was so happy to let someone else do the work for a
change! "This massage oil has ruined more than one of my
leotards," she said. "Would you mind if I were to take mine
off?"
At this point I have to admit that I was looking forward to
seeing her nude body. "Sure," I agreed, "It's only us girls
here, anyway." I thought she looked good in her leotard! I
couldn't believe my eyes when she stripped it off! I should have
been jealous, but in spite of myself, I was getting turned on. I
started to notice her in more detail. She was about my height
(5-4) and weight (110). Her breasts were the perfect size that I
wish I had; smaller than my 34C; probably a B cup. I noticed
that she had long, silky, blonde hair and beautiful green eyes,
while my hair is shoulder-length strawberry blonde and my eyes
are blue.
The curiosity was killing me, so I was glad when she saved
me from having to figure out how to ask about her hairless pussy.
"Oh," she explained without my asking, "with having to wear a
leotard all the time, I was always having to trim, still
wondering if a stray tuft was poking out. I just find it easier
to shave it altogether." She added in a kind of stage whisper,
"And it feels so good when someone eats me!"
I tried to chase the thoughts from my mind, but her oiled
hands on my back were so sensuous. When they moved down to my
buttocks, a sigh that I couldn't control escaped my lips. She
massaged the backs and insides of my thighs. My thoughts were so
mixed up! I was afraid her hands would stray higher, and she
would notice the wetness that I felt forming in my crotch. A
part of me was wishing that she would!
She turned me over on my back, and soon her hands were
massaging the oil into my chest above my breasts. I'm afraid I
was unable to hide my arousal at that point, especially when she
started to rub the oil between and under my breasts. It was by
obvious mutual agreement when she finally placed her oily palms
on my breasts and gently rubbed in a circular motion. My nipples
were straining, and it felt so good when she rolled them between
her thumbs and forefingers.
"Please!" was all I said, but it was enough. One of her
hands drifted downward, rubbing my belly and inner thighs for a
moment, but quickly finding my hot, wet, pussy. Just as her
fingers parted my labia and were easing into my vagina, her mouth
came down to my breast, and she drew an oily nipple between her
lips. She touched me and sucked my nipple the way I always
wished that a guy would. Her mouth was driving me crazy! I
reached out, and running my fingers through her silky hair, I
pulled her to me for a deep kiss. Her tongue caressed mine for a
moment; then she was gone. She had moved up and offered her
breast to my mouth. Without hesitation, I closed my lips over
her firm, rubbery nipple. I sucked it, bit it (very gently) and
flicked it back and forth with my tongue. She obviously enjoyed
it, but in a little while, she was gone again! A second later, I
discovered where she had disappeared to - I felt her tongue touch
my pussy! By this point, of course, all pretext and
embarrassment was gone; don't ask what I said - I was completely
incoherent, I'm sure! All I know was that I came almost
immediately, and for quite a while! I'm told that most women
don't cum in floods like I do, and I was a little apprehensive,
but she seemed to really enjoy lapping up the juice that ran from
my cunt.
I felt her move, and felt her weight on me. I hadn't
realized that my eyes were closed. When I opened them, I saw
that she had climbed on the table over me in the classic "69"
position. Her pussy was poised above my face in all its shaved
glory. I wasn't sure if I was ready to take the plunge and eat
her, so I just lay back, reached for her breasts between us, and
caressed them while she tongued me over and over. The more I
looked up, though, the more I thought that she really had a
pretty pussy - it was glistening with moisture and so nice and
pink. What the hell, I thought, and just dove in! I couldn't
believe what I had been missing! Her pussy was so sweet, and as
she started cumming immediately, her juices just poured into my
mouth. I was delighted to lap up every drop!
Needless to say, I haven't missed a workout session yet -
and Karen has waived the fee.
P.S. If you have enjoyed this story, please let me know -mail, so
I'll know if I should write more.
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