The Trainer

[Guest]

OOC ~ This thread is set up for a RP between Marathonman and Myself. At this time it is closed. If you have a suggestion for a character and an idea to work the character in, PM one of us and we will consider it.


The story plays around a 25-year-old female - Tiffany - Who is looking to become tone up. Possibly become a long distance runner and compete as she had in her school days.
Her quest leads her to Doug, a 32-year-old male fitness trainer at the local gym.

This is their tale.



IC ~

Tiffany stood in front of the mirror with a blank stare. Once upon a time she had been proud of her physique. Her time in college had left its mark on her body. Having gained a few pounds and slacked in her exercise, she was more than just a touch out of shape.

She was still shapely, just extra pounds tucked in various places. A slight tummy, a pinch or two on the hips, and her breasts had gained nearly a size; all signs she needed to get back to work on her figure.

Today was to be the first day of the rest of her life. Earlier in the week she had filled out the paperwork to join the local gym. She had chosen today for a start date and had an appointment in an hour with their trainer.

Her goal was to get back in shape, possibly start running again. In high school she had participated in cross country and had been good, she had long since wanted to take that up again.

The guy she was to meet was "Doug." Apparently everyone who came through the doors met with him first. He reviewed their goals, checked their strength, instructed them in proper stretching and gave them tips on what to do. If desired he would check measurements and body fat analysis as well, but that was at the discretion of the member.

Tiffany grabbed her gym bag and checked the contents quickly. Everything seemed to be in order, no more stalling it was time to get to work. She slipped on her shoes and headed for the door. Getting their early to check in seemed like a smart idea. If nothing else she could tour the property a bit while she waited for Doug.

 

[Marathonman]

Doug arrived at the gym early for his scheduled appointment, thinking to himself, one more disillusioned thirty-something looking for her lost youth.

He had got into the personal training field to seriuosly try to help people lead a healthy lifestyle, but lately, it has all felt wrong. His clients weren't into it for the right reasons, and it bothered him. Everybody seemed to want to lose 20 lbs in a week for their husbands big fundraiser, and when they realized there wasn't a magic pill, they usually quit.
Why pay the money if your not going to put in the effort. A lot of his compatriots could quite easily pocket the fees with a big shit-eatin' grin on their face, but not Doug, It was never about the moneyfor him, as his ex-wife was always too happy to point out.

Shit, thinking about his ex-wife always made Doug horny, she was a bitch, but she could fuck like a minx!! Probably why he married her in the first place, much to young, mind you. Didn't realize that lust wasn't love, but damn, could she fuck!

Doug realized that his gym shorts didn't hide much and remined himself that, Bethany..... Tifanny.......... (what was her name), would be showing up soon. Just one more bored rich women looking for a magic pill.

 

[Guest]

Tiffany arrived 20 minutes before her scheduled appointment. They had given her a locker number at her initial visit, as well as a lock, that seemed the logical place to start.

In the locker room she gave herself one last glance in the mirror. The t-shirt she had chosen covered her 'problem areas' but would not inhibit her workout. Her spandex shorts accented the one feature on her body she was still happy with, her legs.

Her red hair fell down her back in it's pony tail. She prided herself in her long locks and hated to pin it up but she had no choice today. "A bun, I should put it in a bun..." She mumbled reaching for her bag.

3 minutes later with her hair up and her shoes changed she headed for the door to the gym.

Dougs office was just across the hall, with any luck she could catch a glance of him before meeting him.

In her mind she pictured a arrogant, muscle-bound, steroid freak. A man whos only love was working out and who looked down on those who were out of shape. She almost dreaded his reaction to her.

"Time to face the music..."

 

[Marathonman]

Doug looked up from his office just as a good looking red head was walking by nice legs he thought to himself, I guess the personal training field still held a few perks.
He reminded himself to stop it, that he was a trained professional, but thinking of the ex had left him horny and that red head wasn't helping.

Across the gym Doug spotted who he assumed was his appointment, she was about 50, standing at a machine, staring at it, with her mouth opened no less. Doug walked up to her and introduced himself, Hi, I'm Doug, the lady looked up and said, i'm Gladys, please to meet ya....... do ya know how to work this fucking thing , Doug chuckled to himself, showed Gladys how to work the "fucking" thing and excused himself to go looking for Tiffany, as he was scouring the gym, looking at the remaining inhabitants, the good looking women from before walked his was, Hi, I'm Tiffany, I believe we have an appointment?

Doug dropped his pen, and mumbled D... D... Doug

 

[Guest]

Hi, I'm Tiffany, I believe we have an appointment?

Doug dropped his pen, and mumbled D... D... Doug

Tiffany bent down to pick up the pen as Doug did. Their heads nearly smacking in to each other, their hands both reaching the pen at the same time. Their eyes caught and for the briefest of moments Tiffany felt a tingle inside. Her cheeks flushed as she pulled her hand away and stood back up, Her eyes never leaving Doug's.

Nice to meet you, Doug. I'm a little early, I hope that is alright. His eyes...so bright, so intriguing...Tiffany tried to catch her thoughts before they ran wild on her. I asked the receptionist to point you out, as you were not at your desk. I have been watching and waiting for you to finish with your other client.

Doug's silence had Tiffany a bit uneasy. All he did was stare. Was she that hideous? Was he that put off by her? Tiffany fiddled with her clothing, breaking the gaze to check herself out quick.

I hope this is appropriate attire, I can wear something else next time, if you wish.

 

[Marathonman]

I hope this is appropriate attire, I can wear something else next time, if you wish.

This forced Dougs eye's away from hers as he watched her run her hands doen her form-fitting spandex top, doing little to conceal what was underneath, and her too perfect fitting tight cotton shorts.

Doug stammered, No,.....no, it looks good........ the clothes I mean, they look good on you, i mean , I mean, uhhhhh, they will do

Doug couldn't beleive what was happening to him, where the hell did the fit, confident man go to? This new appoinment had left hm a blubbering idiot simply by showing him a little leg, well, a LOT of leg, but still, get some control dammit.

Doug managed to regain control.........So, Tiffany, what are your goals?

 

[Guest]

Isn't it obvious? Tiffany found herself asking Doug, I mean really, look at me! With a quick spin she showed Doug what she felt were her "trouble areas" and outlining her desires.

Ultimately, I would like to get back in to running. I was quite good in highschool and would like to try again. Tiffany paused to gauge Doug's reaction. He seemed a bit lost, almost as unsure as herself. Or was that pessimism she was reading in his eyes? She just could not tell.

Look, I realize you have likely trained many people. I realize you probably get a lot of deadbeat - muscle bound wanna bes in here. Maybe you are concerned I am wasting your time. No response...I assure you I am committed to this lifestyle change. With your help I know I can do it. Now where do we start?

Tiffany stared at Doug with a determined look in her eyes. Please..she thought to herself...please tell me you will help...

 

[Marathonman]

As Tiffany ran her hands over her derriere, obstinately to show it as one her trouble area's, Doug couldn't help but imagining....... placing a hand on each naked cheek, slowly running his tongue down her spine, between the crack of her ass, over her rosebud, stopping to dip a into her sweet lil' honeypot and coming to a stop on her engorged clit.....

Now where do we start..........

Excuse me, "Now where do we start"

Doug quickly snapped out of his stupor......... "start....... right, lets get started......."

As Doug was about to motion to one of the machine's he looked up at Tifanny, only to see her eye's sqaurley transfixed on the enourmous bugle in his now too-tight fitting gym shorts.

"uhh.........excuse me for a sec" Doug mumbled and quickly ran off.........

 

[Guest]

"uhh.........excuse me for a sec"

Tiffany watched in confusion as Doug ran off, leaving her standing alone and very self-conscious.

She decided to make the best of the moment and climb on to the machine they were standing near. She couldn't hurt anything riding a recumbent bike now could she? The only problem were the buttons. "What ever happened to plain exercise bikes" She mumbled as she fiddled with the buttons.

The screen came to life. The level for the bike was set at a 5, whatever that meant. Instead of trying to change anything, she started to peddle.

It wasn't long before she was starting to feel the workout in her legs, her arms hanging at her side, her body poised and reclined as she peddled fast. Sweat began to bead up on her forehead. She closed her eyes and pictured herself racing across the countryside...

 

[Marathonman]

Doug was alone in his office dead puppies, dead puppies trying desparately hard to get him under control dead puppies, dead puppies

Maybe she hadn't noticed....... he thought, that was all he could thnk if he was to go back out there, look her in the eye and become the personal trainer she had paid for, but damn those eyes, those lips........ that ass!!

Who am I kidding, I need to take care of this before I can go back out there......... and with that, Doug reached into his shorts, pulled out his swollen cock and started to stroke himself.... right in the middle of his office with a dozen people not more then 10 feet away.......

Doug couldn't help but imagine Tiffany kneeling down in front of him, looking up, as her tongue licked the small drops of precum that had formed there.........

 

[Guest]

Blood coursed through her body, her pulse elevated, her breathing becoming ragged. Damn this feels good! she thought to herself as she pedaled faster.

beads of sweat began to trickle down her forehead, her cleavage and back dampening as well.

Tiffany felt a tingle forming between her legs. Her bodies natural reaction to exercise was her becoming increasingly horny. If she had been on an upright bike, this would not have been a problem. A slight adjustment and she'd be rubbing just where she needed while pedaling. This bike however, made it difficult.

Must...stop... She gasped as she stopped and climbed off the bike. She started to walk towards Dougs office wondering where he was. He'd been gone an awful long time.

 

[Marathonman]

In Dougs mind Tiffinay's licking and sucking intensified as his hand speed increased. She was deep throating him, her eyes never leaving his as she slid her lips down the length of his cock....dougs hand was a blur as he could feel his balls staring to churn.......knock, knock....... Doug, is are appointment over.........Doug?

Hearing her voice brought Doug back to reality, quickly. He tucked his cock back into his shorts, still engorged, found a sweatshirt to tie around his waist, and sheepishly opened the door, hoping she wouldn't notice.

Hi Tiffany, sorry, I was feeling a little........queasy. He thought this might explain away his flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance.......... but i'm better now. can't walk with this fucking piece of salami tucked into my shorts, but better........dammit...... christ am I horny doug thought to himself. Now where were we?

 

[Guest]

Tiffany could tell something wasn't right. He looked all flushed. Queasy or not, he looked like he was overheated...much like she imagined she did at this moment.

"Can I come in?" she asked, "I really need to sit down." She held on to the doorknob and waited for his reply. Her head was starting to spin. I knew I over did it... She thought to herself.

In an attempt to stay on her feet, she reached for doug. Throwing her hands on to his shoulders and using him for balance. The world was starting to spin. She stepped forward and leaned her body against his, holding on tight.

"I'm sorry....I should have waited for you.." She whispered before the world went black.