The Summer of Last Resort

by J. A. Browning

  Sandy sat and half-listened while the receptionist went over the various membership options. She looked at the photos on the wall of their various trainers, but then realized that the receptionist was talking to her.

  “Well… do you want to sign up for a personal trainer?”

  “Oh, um, yes… but I have someone particular in mind.”

  “Well, we don’t usually do that…” the receptionist trailed off as she watched Sandy’s head turn as she discovered that Keith was over on the other end of the gym working with another client. Sandy turned back towards the receptionist and furrowed her brow.

  “Him. I see. OK, I’ll sign you up. But you’ll have to take what’s available. It might be hard to slip him in.”

  “I’m sure you’ll find a way,” Sandy replied

  “How about tomorrow at 2?”

  “Fine.”

  “OK,” the receptionist replied, handing Sandy her new membership card. But Sandy had already read Keith’s appointment ledger for that day. She made a mental note of his last appointment, just before closing time.

  It was convenient that Keith’s last client’s number was in the phone book, so a quick call, with an impersonation of the receptionist, led her to believe that Keith was canceling, and gave Sandy the chance to plan her attack.

  That evening Sandy returned. She went into the women’s locker room and quickly changed into a spandex leotard and running shoes, then went over to stretch for a bit. Her heart was beating fast within her chest, and she felt a flush come over herself as she watched him from across the room. His sweat pants showed off the beautiful rounded curve of his ass and his t-shirt left little to the imagination as to his finely sculpted torso. No wonder the young girls had all gushed for him, Sandy thought to herself. She plucked up her courage and went over to him.

  “Hi, I’m Sandy. I’m switching with Lucy for tonight.”

  “Oh? Oh, OK. Hi, Sandy. I’m Keith,” Keith said, shaking her hand professionally. Sandy couldn’t help but notice his sparkling brown eyes and how they seemed to have a hint of mischief behind them.

  They talked a bit about exercise and fitness goals. When he asked what areas she really needed help with, Sandy indicated, embarrassingly, her butt.

  “But it’s such a fine butt,” Keith remarked.

  “Thanks, but it could still use some work. I mean, I still get cramps when I run.”

  “That’s because you’re not stretching enough. Here, let’s work on some stretches.”

  “I get embarrassed stretching,” Sandy lied.

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know – because I feel more exposed, I guess.”

  “Well, that’s OK – tell you what, we’ll go to the yoga room in the back. There’s no one back there.”

  Keith looked quickly back at the evening shift receptionist who was already closing out her paperwork for the evening, and then led Sandy back through a set of doors she hadn't seen to a small room with soft lighting and mats stored neatly in a pile to one side. Keith went and pulled out a large mat and unfolded it onto the floor. Then he went over to a small box on the wall, pressed a button, and the room filled with a soft mystical music that seemed to immediately relax Sandy.

  “Well, it’s a little zen, I suppose, but at least we can warm up a little here,” Keith remarked.

  The first thing Keith had her do was to kneel down on the mat and extend her hands out, and stretch her back. He took her hands and held them while she pulled gently – his hands were large and warm in hers, and she started to feel a little tingle in her belly.

  “Now try this exercise – they call this a sun salutation,” Keith explained, and showed Sandy how to pull in her core, arch her back, and spread her arms. He watched her carefully and then put one hand on her belly and the other on the small of her back. “Here – pull your abs in, and make sure that the curvature of your back is evenly distributed among each vertebrae.” She felt a little thrill has his hand pressed against the warmth of her belly, and then she felt his fingers making their way along each knob of her spine. “Good – let me feel each vertebrae curving”. As she concentrated on his hands and the sensation of the exercise, Sandy had to keep reminding herself of why she was there. He could be the killer, dammit!

  “Sandy… Sandy? Do you hear me?”

  “Oh, yes – sorry. I was concentrating.”

  “Pull your glutes in.”

  “My what?”

  “Clench your buttocks”.

  “Oh .. right”.

  Sandy tried, but could tell that Keith wasn’t approving.

  “Here… do you mind if I touch you?” Keith asked, forgetting that he already had.

  “Um, no, sure.”

  “OK, now clench your butt and hold in your abs”, he said, and with that he placed one hand firmly on her ass cheek and the other more forcefully on her lower abdomen. She could feel him pressing on her, guiding her into position.

  “No, I don’t think you’re getting it,” he said, removing his hands, and then leading her in a demonstration.

  “Well, isn’t that what I’m doing?” Sandy replied, attempting to repeat the movement.

  “Put your hand on my belly, Sandy….Notice how my breathing matches the movement?” he said, breathing in dramatically as his arms swung upwards. She could feel the muscles of his abdomen through his t-shirt. He must not have an ounce of fat on him, Sandy thought to herself.

  “Now you try it again, and concentrate on your breathing”, he insisted, and placed his palm again on her abdomen. This time she could feel how the energy flowed warmly through her body as her breathing was timed with her movement. Keith’s gentle pressure on her belly was warm and soothing.

  “Now, as we complete this movement, you want to clench your cheeks.”

  “Clench my what?”

  “Your butt cheeks, Sandy,” he replied, repeating the movement and turning away from her. She watched him stretch up and outward, his strong, broad chest filling with air as he inhaled, and his round, taut ass cheeks flexing in time with the movement. He repeated a few times, and then motioned for Sandy to repeat. Again, he shook his head.

  “That was better, but I just don’t think you’re getting the movement. Here – like this,” and with that, he took her hand in his and placed it firmly on his ass, and then exaggerated the sun salutation with his other arm, emphasizing the point where he tensed. She felt his muscles ripple under her fingers and the warmth of his hand on hers, and heard his smooth, strong breathing, and it was getting hard to concentrate.

  “Try it again,” he said, matter-of-factly, and turned and pulled her hand away. This time she could feel her hips press outward over her toes as she reached the pinnacle of the salutation, and he nodded in agreement. “That’s a lot better, Sandy,” he said approvingly. “Feel the energy flow through your body. It’s all about the flow, the chakras.” She repeated the motion for him and she had a feeling that he was admiring her fine, rounded breasts, and for a second she imagined what it would be like to feel those smooth lips alighting on each nipple.

  “So, Keith, have you been in Vegas for long?” Sandy finally started to get down to business between breaths.

  “No, not long.”

  “Where’re you from?” she asked as casually as she could.

  “Oh, back on the coast.”

  “LA?”

  “Oh, no, Tacoma, Portland – that area.”

  “Really? I spent some time out there,” Sandy half-lied. “You like it out here?”

  “It’s OK. I’m not really used to it, you know.”

  “Now, let’s try an exercise to strengthen your obliques,” Keith said, and instructed Sandy to get on the mat on her hands and knees. He knelt beside her, sideways to her. “You’ve probably done these before, right? What you do is pick up that right knee and leg and stretch it back, at the same time as you pick up your left arm and stretch it forward.”

  “OK, I’ll try,” Sandy, replied. She felt Keith’s warm hand
on her right knee, and then he was gently lifting her arm and guiding it straight ahead.

  “Now I’ll do it, and you feel which muscles are working,” he said matter-of-factly, and then got down on all fours.

  “Put your hands around my waist,” he instructed Sandy, and she did so, kneeling beside him, and then he extended his right leg and left arm.

  “Put your hand on my buttocks,” he said so casually that she found herself with his firm ass in her hand again.

  “And your other hand on my abdomen.”

  Sandy could feel him getting hotter, his abs tightening under the touch of her fingers. She let her hand turn so that her fingertips were below his waistband, but resisted the temptation to explore even lower.

  “Make sure you keep your back straight by pulling in your core, like this,” Keith said as he stretched out on arm and the opposite leg. Sandy could feel his breath growing a little husky and she knelt closer to him so that their bodies were now touching. She watched the small of his back as he stretched and admired how evenly it stayed over the floor. Her eyes went from his firm, round buttocks to his narrow waist, to those broad shoulders of his, as he moved under her touch.

  “So is this what you want?” Sandy asked mysteriously.

  “Yeah, that’s what I want… I mean, no, you mean, this job?”

  “The job.”

  “Oh, well, it’s OK. It puts food on our table, you know. Now you try it.” With that, Keith pulled away and took Sandy by the hand and guided her down on all fours. He knelt beside her, one hand on her thigh and one on her belly.

  “Now, extend,” he commanded, and held her thigh at the appropriate height off the floor.

  She felt his palm pressing onto her stomach. “Don’t let your tummy sag!” he ordered. She pulled in her abs and held one leg out and the opposite arm out.

  “Good – that’s good, Sandy.”

  She repeated the motion for him.

  “Keep your neck straight!”

  Again, she did what he commanded, but he came around and knelt in front of her, his lap facing her head, and gently held her head up by the chin as she worked her arm and leg. She couldn’t help but notice his belly button peeking out from under his t-shirt and a few little wisps of dark hair leading from their down inside his dark sweatpants.

  “OK, let’s switch arms and legs,” he instructed, and moved to the opposite side. She could feel his warm body pressed against hers and, despite her wishes, could feel the warmth of arousal in her loins. As she raised her leg, she felt his broad hand on her thigh, this time higher and more on the inside. If he were only to move his fingers slightly, he could brush over the warmth of her sex. She found herself wishing he would just move that hand another inch.

  “Since we’re being personal, do you mind if I ask a personal question?” Sandy asked.

  Keith pulled his hand away slightly. “Is there – someone special in your life?” she asked.

  Keith removed his hand and nodded, and then answered quietly, “Yes.”

  “That’s okay, Keith. Don’t worry about me… So, did you come out here with her?”

  Keith didn’t answer, and Sandy paused and rolled over onto her side.

  “I mean... if it’s not a girl, that’s fine, Keith.”

  He blushed a little, and replied, turning his head down, “Oh, it’s a girl. We came out here this summer.”

  “Well, that’s great, Keith.” There was a pause as Sandy lay there on her side, sweaty, watching him, and then, suddenly, the lights went out.

  “I guess Jill went home,” Keith said softly.

  “Huh?”

  “The receptionist. Here, I’ll turn the light on,” Keith said, rising up in the darkness. His strong body was now lit with glancing stripes of pink and blue light from the neon sign outside, with a few splashes of garish yellow from the sodium high-pressure streetlights off in the distance.

  “Leave it, Keith.”

  “OK.”

  There was a silence between them, while they listened to the sound of the receptionist key turning in the front door

  lock and then, moments later, a pair of headlights could be seen painting the tiny window high above them. Keith rose as if to leave.

  “You haven’t finished me,” Sandy finally said, now lying on her back on the mat.

  “I don’t know if I can give you what you want,” Keith said in the darkness, his head still lowered.

  “What? Oh, honey, don’t worry. Look, you still owe me a half hour of training, so let’s get on with it.”

  “OK, get back on your hands and knees,” Keith instructed her quietly.

  Now, I want you to put your arm down and this time, don’t extend your leg, but keep it bent at the knee and then rotate it outwards. – here, I’ll show you.” With that, Keith knelt down on the mat beside her and showed her the movement.

  “I can’t see,” Sandy complained.

  “So let’s turn the light on.”

  “No! – here, keep going.” Sandy knelt next to Keith and stretched her hands out over his back, and then, slowly, ran her palm down over his buttocks, and then along that muscly thigh, which she could feel lifting and falling under her hands.

  Get the idea?” Keith said, stopping just as Sandy’s hands were getting personal.

  “Do it again, but pause,” Sandy requested. Keith obliged, and lifted his leg somewhat like a dog peeing on a hydrant. Sandy put her hand on his knee, and then ran her fingers up along his thigh, slowly feeling him shaking slightly. She let her fingertips just brush over the bulge of his manhood before pulling away.

  “Can you keep it up for a long time?” Sandy asked coyly.

  “Yeah, unless I get a cramp.”

  “Well, we wouldn’t want that,” Sandy replied, and then reached back and gave his ass a firm squeeze. “Here? Is that where you get a cramp?” she teased him, and he swatted away her hand.

  “Sorry. I’m just kidding.”

  “OK.”

  “OK, let’s get down to business.” And with that, Sandy knelt down beside Keith, and took his hand and put it on her waist. She then knelt on all fours, and then carefully raised her right leg at the hip socket, keeping the knee bent.

  “Put your hands on my waist, Keith.” Sandy felt Keith’s warm body again next to her, his hands carefully holding her by the waist, like a dancer, and he guided and steadied her as she worked against his body, lifting and lowering that leg. After a few minutes Sandy was tiring, but she could tell that Keith was relaxing again.

  “Let’s try a little slower” Sandy said, pausing for a moment. As she re-started the exercise, she felt Keith’s palm on her navel, gently holding her up.

  “Keep your abs tight,” he whispered.

  “I can’t tell where my leg is,” Sandy replied.

  “Right here,” Keith replied. Then she felt his hand warm over her buttock and thigh and she pressed slightly back towards him. His hand was hot and firm over her strong muscles and so tantalizing! Sandy felt her breathing growing more rapid as his hand moved its way slowly towards her very center with each leg lift she made. Soon his hand was just barely pressed against her pubic mound as he held her in position. She was staring down at his groin, and his manhood was now swelling within the soft restraint of those black sweatpants. She just wanted to reach down and pull it out, but resisted the temptation again. Despite herself, Sandy felt her heart racing within her chest and a hot sweat starting to break out all over her body. She felt her body starting to take over control as his gentle pressure between her legs seemed to be the source of a fire even now being stoked within the depths of her womanhood.

  “Do you feel that working for you?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  His long, warm index finger was now pressed just over the cleft between her legs. She could feel her knees trembling and her body instinctively readying itself for him.

  “OK, now let’s try the other leg,” he said, and came around behind her. Keith knelt behind her and lifted
her left leg with his arm, and then he reached around and pulled her up by the hip, and she responded by pressing her rear into the swelling manhood between his thighs. She reached down with her other hand a guided his fingers over her sex. She could hear him start to pant and then his member twitched in his pants as he started to stroke her with his index finger. She could feel herself opening at his touch, her body eager to be penetrated. He reached into his pants and straightened himself out, and then Sandy could finally feel the size of his manhood as it slid hotly between her cheeks. All she could do is think about him tearing off her clothes and plunging deep into her, holding her up, taking her as a man should take a woman, when he abruptly pushed her away and sat back on the mat.

  “Time for a break,” he panted.

  “You’re thinking of her,” Sandy said. Keith nodded.

  “That’s sweet,” she said. “She must be special.” Again there was silence between them.

  “So, Keith, what did you do before you came out here?”

  “Oh, just knocked about.”

  “You seem familiar,” Sandy said into the darkness.

  “I don’t think we’ve met,” he said

  “Down in Tacoma … there’s this place called Maximo – I wonder if I saw you there?” Sandy probed. But Keith stopped immediately.

  “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”

  Sandy turned over and, lying on her back, wrapped her legs around his waist. “It’s OK, honey,” she whispered, and pulled him close. She couldn’t help but notice that his head was partially out of his sweatpants, for it simply didn’t fit.

  “No – I never was there,” Keith said angrily.

  “It’s OK, honey,” she said, and kissed him gently on the cheek. He pulled her close and reciprocated hungrily, kissing her on the lips, and then, like he remembered a promise, refused more, but couldn’t quite stop himself from letting his lips brush her neck and throat and earlobes. But then he pushed her away and sat up, and she slipped downwards, and then, as he tried to rise up, she grabbed him by the sweatpants and pulled them quickly down. His massive manhood immediately sprung forth and brushed against her face. “What the hell are you doing!” he yelled, and tried to step back, but Sandy caught him with a foot sweep and sent him sprawling down onto the mat, with his sweatpants still around his thighs. Sandy quickly rolled over on top of him, pinning him down, and he wrapped his strong arms around her. He was now exposed naked to her, she could feel his thick, hot shaft pressed against her sex which was now starting to soak through her leotard.