Very Personal Trainers

"There's your next appointment, Cal. Arielle Llewellyn is on that soap, Crossroads." Janna Tipton was clearly excited.

Without looking up, Callum Keene started to make the offer to Janna, "Why don't you just take the appointment?"

Incredulous, Janna started to ask, "Are you sure?" just as Cal's attention was drawn to the curvaceous, raven haired woman walking toward them.

Janna started laughing in earnest then. "Earth to Cal. Yep, that's your appointment," she told him while he was stalking toward Arielle.

Arielle was taken aback by Callum Keene. She knew he was a personal trainer, but the man was power personified as he walked over. Instant lust pooled in her belly, slickening her pussy. Good lord, the man was beyond hot with his square jaw and high cheekbones, full lips and grass green eyes. It was everything she could do not to fan herself and that was before she added the fact he had to be at least six two with the body of a man who very clearly worked out for a living.

As she was assessing him, he was doing the same to her. She came to the gym today in a form fitting tank that couldn't fully restrain her full breasts and stopped to show off a flat stomach paired with running pants that molded to her biteable ass. Her body was already as close to perfection as he'd seen, but that face. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail, leaving her symmetrical features unfettered. She was gorgeous, plain and simple, with a mouth made for sin and blue eyes glittering with mischief.

Stifling a laugh as the two incredibly attractive people sized each other up, Janna stepped in to handle introductions. She very nearly shook her head at the heat in both sets of eyes. She gave them maybe two days before they were fucking. Damn if she didn't want to watch. Clearing her throat, she said, "Arielle Llewellyn, this is Callum Keene. He's the trainer you requested." And very clearly don't need, she added in her head.

Cal took Arielle's hand and was greeted with an electric shock. Not static electricity, but something else entirely. At the way her eyes widened, she felt it too. There was no way he was going to be able to keep this professional. He had to have his hands all over this woman to do any work with her, and that was dangerous.

Leaving the pair to figure out whether they were going to work out or fuck each other, Janna jogged across the gym to greet her next appointment. Walking toward Mr. Simpson, she saw her firefighter, Austin Gladstone and her heart skipped a beat. He wasn't her appointment, but she wished he were. She'd been lusting after him for months, picturing him and his perfect body, his dark blonde hair mussed from her fingers, his whiskey eyes hot with lust as she brought herself to completion with the help of an array of toys.

***

"So, what type of exercise do you typically do?" Cal asked.

"Not much, honestly. I much prefer burning calories in fun ways."

Not taking the bait, but enjoying the smirk on her face, he replied, "Dancing?"

"Among other things." She ran her hand down his arm, loving the hard muscles. "What I'd like to do is some weight training and things. I may be thin, but I'm a weakling and my character, Lily, is supposed to be stronger. I'm trying to make her as believable as possible... Of course, I don't want to become too bulky and lose my femininity."

"Oh, that certainly wouldn't do."

They ran through the circuit, Cal almost bursting a hole in his shorts as he watched her breasts bounce. Tearing his gaze from her chest, he told her, "You really don't need me."

"Oh, but I do."

And so it went for the next two weeks. He ran her through her circuit, painfully hard the entire time, while she verbally teased him, knowingly pushing him to strip her down and take her on the equipment.

***

Janna knew she was at work, but couldn't help it. Every day as she worked with Mr. Simpson, she watched Austin. Today, he hadn't even bothered with a shirt, his glorious chest and abs on display. She'd nearly knocked Mr. Simpson over twice today she was so distracted. She was also beyond wet and ready, and incredibly thankful she'd thought ahead when packing her gym bag this morning. She stepped into the shower in the empty locker room, trusty vibrator in hand. She soaped herself up, washed her hair, then imagined Austin had followed her in the shower and made her his. Leaned up against the tile wall, she thrust into her pussy again and again, until she broke hard, screaming his name.

Austin had just finished his own shower when he heard someone scream his name. Running into the woman's showers, he followed the moaning. When he pulled aside the curtain, he was greeted with the most delicious sight he'd ever laid eyes on. Janna Tipton panting his name with a vibrator thrusting in and out of her bare pussy. Her eyes were closed, but he knew they were chocolate brown like her chin length hair. How sexy was she? Her petite body toned, but not over the top like some of the other trainers, her breasts perfect handfuls or mouthfuls, topped with dusky nipples standing at attention. He was hard as a rock when he dropped his towel and slid into the shower with her.

Janna opened her eyes to find Austin in the shower with her. He kissed her then, pulling her to him, sliding her body up the tile wall to wrap her legs around him. He pulled the vibrator from her pussy, dropping it to the floor as he drove himself into her instead. She realized then she'd chosen too small a substitute. Damn, he was huge, slamming into her as he claimed her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers. She came harder than she'd ever remembered, clamping down on his still thrusting cock. He rode her through the orgasm, never stopping, instead increasing the pace. He adjusted her so he could get even deeper, relentlessly driving into her. When her second orgasm hit, he finally found his own release.

He was still inside her when she opened her eyes again. "Oh my God."

He smirked at her, "I know, right?"

"How did you know I was here, that I was mentally fucking you?"

He chuckled, "Is that what it was you were doing?" He kissed her before actually answering. "I heard you scream my name. I ran in here thinking you were hurt. I didn't know you fantasized about me."

He'd just given her the most amazing fantasy, so she answered honestly, "I have wanted you, thought about you like this for almost a year."

She felt him harden inside her. Surely he couldn't go again so soon. A moan rolled from her lips as he began to move again. "Austin?"

"That's right, baby. I'm here, I'm fucking you, and I plan to do it over and over again."

***

Arielle had made it through her first two weeks of training with Cal and had managed- barely- to not jump him. Damn but she had wanted to, and she didn't think he'd put up much of a fight. She walked into the locker room to the unmistakable sounds of sex. Great sex, judging by the pants and moans. She was so not in the mood to hear great sex unless it was her making those noises. Grabbing her things, she walked right back out of the room and ran into the solid chest of her trainer. All manner of dirty things ran through her head, and instead of pulling away like she should, she got as close to him as possible, her left hand grazing over an unmistakable bulge in his shorts. Yes.

"Arielle?"

Eyes sparkling, she continued to stroke him through his shorts. "Yes, Cal?"

"You'd better stop or I'm going to have to do something with that."

Instead of stopping, she snaked her hand up the leg of his shorts and boxers and wrapped her hand around him. "What do you want to do about it, Cal?"

In answer, he picked her up, carrying her into what looked like a storage room. He tore her top off, his mouth greedily sucking her nipples, as he worked her pants off. She was dripping wet, and he had to taste her. He tossed her on a floor mat, shoving her legs open with his shoulders as he took her pussy into his mouth. She tasted so good, he ran the flat of his tongue around her clit before working it into her pussy. He fucked her with his tongue until her hips bucked off the mat, then sucked her clit into his mouth. She came, panting and moaning his name.

He stood then, tearing his clothing off as he did. "I don't have a condom."

"I don't care. I'm on the pill. Just, please, please, put that beautiful cock inside me."

A gorgeous woman begging for his cock. He could get used to this. Settling between her thighs, he kissed her long and languid before driving into her. The woman was heaven. Amazingly tight and impossibly wet. He thrust into her almost lazily before she got frustrated.

"Fuck me, Cal. Hold me down, use me. I need you take me, ravage me."

Damn. She was perfect. He did as she asked, easily holding her down with one hand while the other wrapped in her hair. He ravaged her mouth, plundering with his tongue as he drove into her as hard as he'd ever taken a woman. She came then, her muscles milking his cock, and he pulled out. "Suck me."

She wasted no time scrambling to her knees, deep-throating his huge, hot, hard cock. When he was about to blow, she turned onto her hands and knees. "Fuck me."

He needed no further guidance. He drove into her, one hand playing with her nipples, the other holding her hip as he slammed into her. She came again, a hard clamping of muscles that he couldn't fight. He was as deep as he could go when he poured into her.

He collapsed on top of her. "I wanted to do that the minute I saw you."

"Same goes. When can we do it again?"

He chuckled. "Give me at least ten minutes."

"I would've stripped and let you take me at any time since we've met, but hearing the couple in the shower really tipped me over the edge. "

"In the shower?"

"Sounded like they were thoroughly enjoying each other."

He was quiet for a moment, before letting out a huge laugh. "Janna finally got Austin's attention." When Arielle didn't respond, he explained, "She's been lusting after him for what seems like forever. He must've finally gotten the hint."

"I'd say. They sounded... a lot like us." She rolled over beneath him, "Has it been ten minutes yet?"