by Raeden West
The unknown. She silently laughed to herself as she stood at the front desk waiting for instructions. This is about as unknown as it gets, she thought.
The young woman at the desk finally hung up the phone and looked at Annie disdainfully.
“Can I help you?” she asked scornfully.
“Yes, I have my first class tonight. I don’t remember the name of my instructor, though. I’m Annie Michaels.” She tucked the loose strands of her long blonde hair behind her ears in a nervous gesture.
“Oh, ok. You’re with Tony tonight. He’ll be out shortly. Have a seat over there.”
Annie nodded, and perched on the edge of the plastic chair to wait. She fiddled with the straps of her purse and looked around the small waiting area. The hard plastic chairs were far from comfortable but then neither was she. The magazines on the scratched and dented coffee table looked about as recent as those you would find at a doctor’s office. Of course, these subscriptions were not for “Better Homes and Gardens.” She had never heard of these before, but the once-glossy covers all held pictures of heavily muscled men and women in various threatening poses and glares.
She half-expected this Tony to look like Conan the Barbarian and to come bursting through the wooden door like a high school football player through a homecoming banner. She clenched her purse tighter as though it would protect her from the pictured assault.
Instead, Tony the instructor came strutting through the door quietly but wearing arrogance like a prize fighter would wear his trophy belt. He walked up to her and stared down at her. She felt overweight and frumpy under his gaze and tried not to fidget in her chair.
Dammit, she thought. Of course he would have to be hot. Of course Tony couldn’t be a pudgy woman in her fifties. She looked all the way up his six-foot-plus frame and into his calm brown eyes. He had that air about him that said he knew he was hot. She sighed as she stood up, realizing then that she only came up to his chest. She tried not to notice the intoxicating aroma of deodorant and masculinity. He ran his palm over his shaved scalp and sighed deeply.
“You have to be Annie. I’m Tony. Guess we better get started because I have my work cut out for me.” He turned on his heel and headed back through the door with Annie scrambling to keep up.
He gestured to an open door on the right and let her pass through first. “Here we are.”
The cinderblock room looked pretty small, since it was filled with thick blue pads and a variety of equipment. She dropped her purse in the corner of the room where he pointed.
“Did you need to change clothes?”
“N-N-No.”
“You’re going to do this in those?”
“Y-Y-Yeah. I guess.”
“You may want something a little more form-fitting next time. The baggy clothes will hinder your movements.”
Annie nodded, unsure if she would be comfortable showing up in tighter clothing.
Tony had been wearing an oversized hoodie with his gym shorts but he shed it quickly and tossed it on top of her purse. She tried not to stare open-mouthed at the cut of his body underneath the trim tank top. He did not have a barbarian bulk, but instead he had the lean muscle that probably offered more agility than the bulk would have allowed him. His arms and chest were perfectly defined and she strongly suspected she would find chiseled abs under the shirt. She couldn’t study his legs without appearing obvious, but she was certain they were firm and fit as well.
All of those hard-earned muscles made Annie feel even dumpier in her tee and sweats, especially since she had already begun to sweat in the muggy atmosphere. And it also seemed to stir a different heat inside her belly that she had not felt in a long time.
“So have you ever done any sort of physical contact sports before?”
“N-N-No, I haven’t.”
“Hmm, starting from the ground up.” He circled her like prey and she felt dumpier by the minute.
“I guess we’ll just figure it out as we go along. Everyone has certain parts of this that they gravitate towards or are more physically capable of than other parts. We’ll start with a few basics. We’ll try a little bit of everything before we see where your strengths are.”
“Strengths? I don’t think I have any. I’m a runner so my inclination is to flee before a fight breaks out.”
He twisted his full lips into a wry grin. “Everyone has something. It can even be as simple as a frustration that you want to let out. Someone’s face that you want to dent permanently. I can guarantee you have something. I’ll find it.”
She furrowed her brow at him but nodded in agreement mostly because she was afraid to not agree. Her body felt flush but she was not sure if it was his words or his proximity.
“Have you ever watched any of these fights?”
“I watched a couple of videos last night, before the class.” She smoothed the loose strands back into her long blonde ponytail.
“What did you notice about them?”
“Besides the blood? Because I’m not too keen on bleeding today.”
Tony laughed. “Yes, besides the blood. I don’t plan to make you bleed, at least not today. What else did you notice?”
“It seemed that most of the fights ended up on the ground eventually.”
“Exactly. So why don’t we start there?”
“On the floor?” Annie was startled and more than a little nervous.
Tony nodded, and lay down on the floor in a position that resembled a June bug on its back. He instructed Annie to lay with him, in the all fours position. She took a deep breath and tried to assume the position he described. She could not even remember the last time she had been this close to her boyfriend Ken, let alone a complete stranger. Check that. A completely hot, complete stranger.
He dug his large hands into her hips to guide her into the proper position and she felt her body tingle as he maneuvered her so that she was right up against him. She knew her face was turning pink but she hoped he had not noticed.
What Annie did not realize was that Tony was less aware of the color in her cheeks and more aware of her breasts pressing against his stomach. He always wore a cup during any practice session, and while it did mask his twitching cock, the stiffening made the cup extremely uncomfortable. He shifted his hips in order to ease the pressure but unfortunately the movement only made his body move against hers, which ultimately worsened the problem instead of alleviating it.
His voice sounded a little hoarse as he gave her step by step instructions through the motions and movements including locking his ankles behind her waist. While he was performing them without any real pressure against her, she soon found herself in a very compromising position pressed against him and between his locked legs. Any slight motion from either of them led to more friction which led to more pink in her cheeks and more swelling beneath his protective cup.
Annie was distinctly aware that Tony seemed uncomfortable but she just assumed that it was because she had no idea what she was doing. In her head, she was already failing at this sport and it was only her first training session.
He released the awkwardly intimate hold and she stuttered out a suggestion that they take a break for some water. He nodded and hopped up from the floor, quickly turning his back to her and reaching for his water bottle.
She took his dismissal as a sign that she had not done the moves correctly and she sighed deeply. Tony turned to face her.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, that’s not it. I just… I don’t know if I’m doing that well at this. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
He chuckled. “Well, if everyone already knew this stuff, I would be out of a job as a trainer.”
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly. “I suppose that’s true.”
After their break was over, he guided her back into the same position, showing her different varieties of the same general hold as well as a couple of methods for escaping. Her hands grappled his body as he instructed, but she was more awa
re of his firm muscled body than any sort of lesson she was supposed to be learning.
Both Tony and Annie tried to ignore the close proximity of the other, but it had been a long time since a man touched Annie in any way close to this, and Tony was very aware of the heaviness of her full breasts against his body and the brush of her ponytail against his arms and legs.
After the session was over, Annie gathered her purse and made a quick exit, hoping that he was still unaware of the pink in her cheeks, or could at least chalk it up to the physical exertion. Luckily, with the baggy clothing, she had managed to hide her stiffened nipples, and she tried desperately to ignore the tingling between her thighs. As she hurried out the door of the gym, the irritating front desk girl tried to confirm her next session but Annie was already gone.
Once she cleared the room, Tony reached inside his shorts and tried to adjust his swollen cock to a more comfortable position. He had been a trainer for several years now and he had not experienced this sort of physical reaction from a female client before. As he thought about the trim young blonde, he discovered that instead of adjusting himself, he had begun stroking his thick shaft. From his manipulation of her body, he knew that she did not have a figure that needed to be hidden away. He hoped that for their next session, she would wear something that was more conducive to both the activity and the groping. He slipped into a stall in the men’s room and finished himself off, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning as his cock twitched its release in his hand.
Annie rested her forehead on her steering wheel, grateful that she had no one waiting for her at home. She had reacted more to the feel of Tony’s strong hands on her body than she would have ever expected. She could imagine him pinning her to the bed or the wall or the floor or…just about anywhere really.
It was later than she thought, so she slipped into bed as soon as she got home. As they had done so many nights before, her hands slipped between the sheets and under her panties. Even she was surprised at how slippery her smoothly shaven pussy was, and her finger massaged her aching clit until her whole body convulsed at the thought of Tony’s body against hers without the clothing in between.
The next session was a few days later, and Annie was both nervous and excited this time. After work, she had stepped to the ladies’ room at the law firm and changed out of her business suit into something that she hoped was more appropriate for the time with Tony. She was not looking for a drastic change, but she remembered what he said and had selected something more form-fitting, but hopefully not something that made her curves too obvious. Her pussy whispered a long forgotten need at the thought of his legs wrapping around her waist again.
Tony was reviewing his schedule for the day, and felt a twitch in his cock when he saw Annie’s name as his last session for the day. He knew he had to remain professional, especially as nervous and as shy as she seemed. But he could not help the way his body was reacting to the idea of seeing and feeling her again.
Annie stepped over the puddles easily as she approached the gym, smoothing her tee shirt and leggings out of nervous habit. The girl behind the front desk did not even recognize her at first, but when she remembered Annie, she looked surprised at the change in clothing.
It was all irrelevant when Tony walked through the door. His eyes widened at the sight of the blonde woman on the chair. The tee shirt hugged her form more closely, and despite the minimizing effect of the workout bra, he got an eyeful of her full breasts. Her legs were long and lean under the tight leggings. He had been hoping for the baggy sweatpants again but found himself pleased at the sight of her.
She smiled up at him, and thrilled at the wide-eyed stare she was receiving. She stood when he motioned to her and her pussy tingled as she walked past him towards to the training room. He really did smell delicious, like the outdoors and cologne and masculinity.
The session started with a review of the previous movements. She found herself anxious to not only be entangled with him again, but eager to show him that she remembered. This time he felt certain that she could feel his muscles twitch underneath her flat stomach but perhaps she would just write it off to friction or proximity.
As he held her in the choke position, she attempted one of the escape moves he had reviewed last time, but instead of letting her loose, he rolled with her momentum until he was on top of her and between her thighs.
She gasped at the sudden flip and he found himself frozen in that position, staring down at her full lips and flushed cheeks. His hips had their own ideas as they ground forward into her ever so slightly. Annie gasped again when she realized what he was doing but made no efforts to pull away. Instead, she attempted to lock her ankles behind his waist and pull him back the other direction.
He was caught so off-guard by the swelling in his groin that he could not maintain his own balance and toppled to the side. Now the two were officially tangled into no particularly sanctioned position.
She started giggling and his face turned red.
“Oh, um, sorry. I think I lost my balance.” He tried to excuse his clumsiness.
“Or maybe you weren’t focused.” Annie teased him as his face grew redder.
He looked at her long and hard, debating on whether she was just playing with him or if she was getting at something more specific.
“Shall we try something else?” He tried to play the professional and hoped that Annie was buying it.
She tried not to smirk at him as she nodded. “Sure.”
“Why don’t we flip it around? You start on the ground and try to hold me.”
She knew she was going to lose, trying to hold an experienced fighter during her second lesson. But her body ached for his touch and her pussy tingled for more so she agreed to try. She assumed the June bug position on her back, now known to her as the “guard” and he lay on top of her as she locked her ankles around his waist. He grabbed her wrist and twisted his torso until he had writhed out of her control, and she found herself on top of him, straddling his groin and panting. He watched as her breasts heaved under the snug tee shirt and again his hips took a life of their own as they ground upwards into her.
She braced herself with her palms flat on his chest and stared at him.
“Tony?”
“Um…yeah?” He tried to hold his hips still.
“What are you doing?”
The flush on his cheeks was spreading to his smooth scalp but he had no verbal response. She tossed her head so that her ponytail flipped against his bent knee and his fingers dug into her upper thighs. Her muscles were lean and taut under his fingers and he fought off the urge to slide his fingers higher. She was not sure why she was so tempted to stay in that exact position for several hours but she was embarrassed by her body’s reaction to this man she was straddling.
“Annie?”
“Yes?”
“I think we may need to take a break.”
“Probably a good idea.”
She pushed herself up off of him, making sure to stay clear of any area that would tempt her too much. He stayed in the prone position and watched her walk over to her bag and bend over for the water bottle. From his vantage point on the floor as she bent over in her skintight leggings, he could see the outline of her ass perfectly and he knew that he was dangerously close to violating this client in ways she had not signed up for.
As she straightened back up with the water bottle in hand, she thought he heard a groan from the floor but dismissed the thought and the implications quickly. She turned around just in time to catch him pulling his hand out of his shorts after adjusting his swollen cock.
“Tony?” she asked, afraid of the answer.
“Yes?” There was no plausible explanation for what she had just seen.
“I-I-I’m not sure what’s going on here.” She smoothed the loose strands back into her ponytail.
He was mortified at the implication he was the only one having the inappropriate thoughts. He had been a professional fighter, and
was a professional trainer. Yet here he was, laying on the ground, caught feeling his own hard-on. He tried to sit up into a more dignified position but something about this lithe blonde client had completely melted his arrogance into lust.
“Annie, I’m sorry. I just… I’m not sure what to say.”
She walked back over and stood in front of him, putting her groin at eye level. He fought the urge to yank the leggings off of her right there and throw her backwards onto the mat.
He backed up on the floor like a crab and stood up awkwardly, running his palms over his scruffy chin and scalp. She blinked, slowly becoming aware of what he was not saying to her. And as the sun can break free through the clouds, she realized that for the first time in years, she had the upper hand in a situation. She had caught him adjusting his cock because she had woken it up. She tried not to grin but she knew she wanted to savor the moment.
She stepped towards him until her chest was only inches from his.
“Did you want more?” she asked, not very innocently.
“More?” His embarrassment grew. Where was she taking this?
“Surely you have something else to teach me tonight…”
“Oh, okay then. Sure.”
He lay back down in the guard position and motioned for her to assume the opposite position. This time as she arranged herself as he asked, she made sure to touch him a little more intentionally. Her hand grazed his thigh as she rested it against his side. Her breasts brushed against the fly of his shorts as she moved forward to kneel over him. She heard him inhale sharply but pretended not to notice.
He locked his ankles around behind her and she wriggled just a little, feeling his thighs tighten around her waist. Tony tried to focus on the movements at hand as he guided her body through the motions but then got too caught up in his own re-focus and soon found himself in an even more precarious position.