Spot Me

Spot me

This is the story of two personal trainers, coworkers in a gym, who are having an affair. The story starts with their affair already underway, and their lust in full swing. They might even be ready for a little more adventure...

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"I got my ass ready for you," Mandy whispered in my ear, her hand enveloping the shape of my cock through my shorts. She found the tip, ran her finger along its edge, and flicked my earlobe with her tongue. I shivered, making her giggle.

"I can't wait to fuck you," I said, grabbing her ass. It was so firm, so round, I couldn't get over it. We'd been fucking in secret for months, and still I felt I'd never have enough of her ass.

With her free hand, she led mine further down her ass, then pressed my fingers between her cheeks. For a second I wasn't sure what I was feeling. There was something round, and hard, just where her-

"Is that-" I said, my mind going blank. She was wearing a buttplug!

I pulled back and looked her in the eyes, sparkling green with hints of blue. They were the sexiest eyes I'd ever seen. Full of desire and lust. Hazy with a build-up of pleasure. I watched her quiver as I traced the little disc nestled between her cheeks.

"I got myself all clean, then put in some lube," she said, a little breathless, "then slipped it in. And the whole time, I was thinking of you. I can't wait for you to pull it out, and fuck me in the ass."

"You can't wait for me to pull this out?" I grinned, and tugged on her plug, making her gasp, "Or, you can't wait for me to pull out my dick?"

"The plug, you idiot," she laughed, "Don't you dare pull out your dick. That's for me to do, got it?"

"Yes ma'am," I said, and pressed on her buttplug so it lifted into her.

Her cheeks clamped down on my hand, and she looked at me with that look - biting the corner of her lip, her eyes pleading and urgent, a pink flush at the top of her cheeks below her eyes. Quicker than I could think, her left hand pulled open my shorts, and her right lifted my shirt then slid down my belly. Her fingers slipped behind the elastic of my boxers -

From outside the office, the front door jingled open.

As though everything was normal, Mandy stepped out of the office to greet the client, leaving me there with a raging hard-on. I breathed, trying to ease myself down. Mandy was amazing. All day, we teased each other, but she'd never put me on the spot, especially not in front of clients.

"Hi!" I heard Mandy say with her signature welcoming glee, "How's it going?"

"Good, thanks, and you?" answered the client, and I recognized her immediately. Elizabeth Gibbs, or Betty, my nine o'clock private training.

"I'm doing great, thanks!" said Mandy, and I knew it was true, "I love your shirt, the colors are so pretty," Mandy never missed a chance to say something nice to clients, and they loved her for it.

"Oh, uh, thanks!" answered Betty, and I could hear the quaver of self-doubt in her voice. That's why she was coming to the gym, after all, to build up her self-confidence. And that, I was proud to say, was my job.

"You can go ahead and get changed," said Mandy, covering for me, "Ras is just finishing up some work, he'll be ready for when you get out."

"Um, ok, thanks!"

Mandy peeked into the office, grinning at me, "Your little crush is here. You ready to go to work on her ass again?"

"Shhh! Shut up!" I whispered. I knew Betty couldn't hear us, but I was just getting my hard-on under control, and I didn't need Mandy waking it up again.

"What, does the thought of her ass get you turned on also? I thought it was just mine?" she teased, but I threw a towel at her and she relented, "Ok, ok! Sorrrryyy! Have fun, and see you later!" she said, slipping back out towards the front desk.

"You too!" I called after her, "Have fun making the rounds!"

I knew Mandy didn't have any more clients that evening. She'd be walking around the gym, checking on people and chatting with them, what we called 'making the rounds'. I, on the other hand, had Betty. Betty was pretty young, in her mid-20s, younger than Mandy and me. I couldn't help wondering what it would've been like to hook up with Mandy when we were Betty's age, but it probably wouldn't have worked out.

Both Mandy and I were in our early 30s. We had separate lives, both with our own families: spouses, kids, cars, houses... And both deeply unsatisfied. We'd known each other for a few years, working together at the gym, and nothing had clicked, until suddenly, it did.

...

It'd been a coincidence. The gym was closed for the holidays. I needed some time to myself, away from all the family intensity, so I'd gone in for a workout. I've always been a body-weight training kind of guy, so my favorite spot in the gym was the body-weight alcove. I spent so much time there, for myself or with clients, and had organized it so thoroughly to my own taste, that most people called it Ras' corner.

When you're doing body-weight training, freedom of movement is essential, and clothes get in the way. For example, if, for any movement, you're upside down, your shirt tends to drop down over your face. And when you're exploring the full range of movement of your legs, pants almost always hinder your freedom. That's why, when I'm alone, I almost always train in boxers.

That day, I was doing a series of different types of push ups and lunges, flowing from one movement to the other. I hadn't bothered to turn on the fans, since they were connected to the lights, and I didn't want any passersby thinking the gym was open and trying to get in. I was there for me, and didn't want any company.

I was breathing hard. Sweat dripped onto the mats. After half an hour, my muscles were shaking, but I kept going. Forty-five minutes. An hour. I lost track of time. Every time a movement becomes impossible to continue, I continue with another, until my body's through.

Eventually, I rolled onto my back. My head spun. Chills of exhaustion ran through me. Aside from my breath, and the blood beating in my ears, it was so quiet. No talking. No music. Not even the hum of lights and the whir of fans.

Sweat crept on my skin, slowly making its way down, and I fell asleep.

There was a sound.. Something rhythmic. But it wasn't my heart, or my breath. It was a sound I knew, but what-

Oh my god, it was a rower! Someone was on a rowing machine. Here I was, spread out on the mat in my boxers, covered in sweat, with someone else in the gym. I shot up to my feet. I didn't even have a shirt or towel or anything, I'd left it all in the locker room. I peeked out from around the alcove, and saw her.

Mandy (or Amanda for those who don't know her as well) was here, doing intervals on the rower. It couldn't be seen from the windows - she must've had the same idea as me. But I could only see her head, her sandy-reddish hair tied back in a ponytail, swaying with her movements. It wasn't until I crept forward a little that I saw the rest of her, and froze.

Clearly, I wasn't the only one who liked to train in underwear. She was only wearing a sports bra and panties. And she was... So. Fucking. Hot. I don't even know how long I stood there, watching her work on the rower. Her small but powerful muscles popped out clearly on her upper back and thighs. Her breasts heaved out every time she pulled back. And her belly, tight and defined, glistening with her sweat.

But I'd made a fatal mistake. I was so taken by the sight, I didn't think of the mirror near her. For some reason, I suddenly remembered it. My eyes shot up to the mirror, and that's when our eyes locked. Then I knew she'd been watching me. She'd known I was standing there. Had she seen me in the alcove? Had she seen me in my-

I looked down at myself. I was super fucking hard. I mean, a purely raging hard-on, unmistakably pointing at her through my boxers. I grabbed a medicine ball and held it in front of myself, but it was too late. From the grin I saw on her mirrored face, I could tell the damage was done. There was nothing left to do but go talk to her, and see what could be salvaged.

...

Mandy poked her head back into the office, "Ras, Betty's out now. Are you... ready?" she said, with a note of concern.

She felt guilty about making me hard just before a client. I didn't want her to worry. "All good!" I lied, "I'm coming now." My hard-on had barely gone down. Maybe I shouldn't have been day dreaming about how we'd first hooked up... But it was ok, there was always the ol' tuck-and-cover method. I nimbly swept myself into place behind my shorts' elastic, and headed out to train Betty into believing in herself.

"Push! Come on Betty, just two more and we're good! That's it, aaand - you're done! Awesome work. Take a breather and we'll go again."

Betty lowered the weights (gently! I don't like weight-droppers) and hunched down against the wall, panting. "Urgh," she groaned, "I'll never be able to do this."

"What?" I said, looking up from the notes I was taking on her program, "Are you crazy? You just did it! And you didn't just do what you were supposed to, you did even better! Betty, you're doing awesome."

She smiled at me from between the loose strands of her black hair, her face and chest entirely flushed, "Thanks, but that's not what I mean."

I set her program aside and knelt next to her, "Well, what do you mean? What will you never be able to do?"

Betty sighed, tilted her head back towards the ceiling and shut her eyes, "It's stupid. I... I shouldn't even say it."

I didn't know Betty all that well. She'd been coming in for a few years, and I'd been training her for about four months, but still I didn't have many clues about what her life was like outside the gym. The time we spent together was pretty focused on her fitness goals, and we rarely talked about anything else. But still, I knew just enough to have a good idea of what this was about.

"Do you mean, you'll never look the way you want to?" I asked, softly.

Betty's breath stopped. She turned to look at me, confused and ashamed. "How... How do you know?" she asked, at last.

I made myself comfortable on the wall next to her, and thought for a moment before answering. "Betty, you're here to build up your self confidence. You told me that from day one. And I'm here to help you get there. That's our agreement. But there's something you should know- Even if you train really hard, every single day, and get incredibly fit, there's a good chance you'll still be insecure," I gestured at the gym, "What do you think all these people come here for?"

Betty looked at the nearly empty gym. It was almost closing time. There was just one other client, sitting on the bench-press and looking at his phone, and Mandy was cleaning some stations nearby. "What people?" laughed Betty.

I raised my eyebrows and shrugged, "You know, the people who are usually here! Ok, I know you always come late so you never see many other people, but I'm telling you. Even the fittest, most toned people who come here struggle with insecurities, just like you."

"Then, what do I do?" she asked, wringing her hands, "I just want..." she began, but stopped herself.

This was it. She was just on the edge of voicing her true goals. This was always an important part of a person's progress, and approaching it was always delicate. But with Betty, I couldn't help myself from asking out right, "Say it, Betty. What is it you want?"

Betty hesitated, then spoke softly, her eyes lowered, "I just want to have a nice body. I want people to want me. I want to be hot," then, her eyes drifted upwards, and focused on Mandy. There was something in the way she looked at Mandy, not quite jealousy... Ambition? With a little voice, she finished her thought, "I want to be like her."

For a moment, we both looked at Mandy. Even though she was just walking around with a spray bottle and a rag, wiping down the benches, she was admittedly gorgeous. The way she moved, the way she held herself... Betty admired her whole-heartedly, and I couldn't blame her. Mandy bent over to wipe the medicine balls. Both Betty and I sighed at the sight, the shape of her ass in leggings.

I shook myself and dove on, "Betty, I'm your physical trainer. I'm not hitting on you. I don't want you to have the impression I'm coming on to you with what I'm about to say, ok?"

Betty looked uneasy, then nodded 'ok'.

"Betty, you're beautiful," I began, and immediately she was blushing more than ever before, "You were a volleyball player right?"

"Still am," she intoned.

"It shows! But it isn't just that, it's more than your body. Look at Mandy, is it just her body that you admire, or is it who she is?"

Betty glanced at Mandy shyly, then admitted, "Yeah, of course, it's who she is, but she also looks amazing."

"Yes, you're right, she does look amazing. But so do you, Betty. Being attractive doesn't come just from training, or eating, or anything like that. It comes from who you are. If you could see yourself the way I do, you'd see that you're just as amazing as Mandy."

Betty looked at me for a while, blushing furiously. I worried I might have overdone it, until she smiled, with a new twinkle in her eyes. There it was. A spark of confidence, starting to glow, and I'd be here to see it grow.

...

The gym was pretty high-tech, and one of my favorite features was the automatic lock at the front door, programmed to lock from the outside at closing time. Gym staff usually finished working on client files and cleaning up while stragglers made their way out on their own. Mandy and I were so used to this feature, we had a ritual of sitting in the office together and chatting while everyone left.

I walked into the office just as bench-press guy was leaving, still looking at his phone as he walked out.

"How'd it go with Betty? Looked like you guys were having a pretty important conversation..." grinned Mandy, sorting through some new membership files.

"Oh, yeah," I said, rubbing my neck, "It was... kinda awkward. But I think everything's ok now."

"You gonna tell me what it was about, or am I going to have to force it out of you?" menaced Mandy, throwing a paperclip at me.

I caught the clip, and started unfolding it, swiveling my chair until I was facing away, "Well, now that you mention it, we were talking about you, actually."

I heard Mandy fall silent, then step towards me, "Reallllyy.. Now I'm curious."

Suddenly she had me in a headlock, the crook of her elbow in my throat, pressing the back of my head against her chest, "Talk! Tell me what you were saying about me!" she roared.

"OK! Ok I'll talk!" I wheezed, poking her forearm with the straightened paperclip.

Mandy released me, spun my chair around and stopped it by landing her foot on the seat right between my thighs. She looked down at me with a menacing smile, hands on hips, one leg up so I could see her crotch, and slowly pressed her foot up between my legs, "Speak, dog," she ordered.

I nearly barked, but kept my cool, and slid my hand up her calf, "Well, believe it or not, she thinks you're hot."

Mandy's eyebrows raised, and her hands dropped from her hips, "Wait, what? She actually said that?"

My hand slid along the outside of her thigh, and I moved forward along the inside, "You should have seen the way she looked at you. I almost believed she wanted you."

Mandy's breath caught, her hand to her chest, "No- no way. You're playing with me."

I eased forward and Mandy dropped back to sit on the desk. I thought I heard the clink of her buttplug against the wood, and smirked, "No, I'm not. She thinks you're amazing, and she isn't the only one," I said, and dashed a kiss on her crotch. It smelled like lilacs, and my shorts started to tent. I was going to eat her out, and I couldn't wait. "You think she'd like to do what I'm doing right now?" I mumbled, my face between her legs, "Smelling you... Kissing you... Licking-"

Mandy pulled me up by the collar. I don't think I'd ever seen her look at me so desperately before. She pulled me close, her lips against my ear, and breathed, "Don't play with me. I've been waiting all day for this. Fuck my ass, right now!" then pressed her lips against mine.

I'd never kissed anyone that kissed as well as Mandy. Her lips felt like they had minds of their own, and with the way her tongue rolled around mine, my cock got so hard I thought it'd rip my shorts. I literally felt the elastic stretch away from my waist as I leaned forward, and pushed Mandy down on the table.

"Tell me how you want me," she said, running her fingers through my hair.

"I want you on your back," I said, kissing her collarbones.

"Yes -" she said, turning to expose her neck to my tongue.

"So I can see your pussy as I fuck you in the ass," I continued, tugging at her leggings.

"Oh my god, yes-" she whispered, rolling her head back over the edge of the desk.

"I want pull up your shirt just above your tits, and see you play with your nipples and your clit, as I fuck you in the ass. I want to finger you, and feel my cock through your walls."

"Ras, shut up and do it, I can't wait anymore," pleaded Mandy, pulling herself up and pulling me close with her heels.

"I'm not done," I said, and pulled her shirt up just above her tits, just as I'd said. I kissed her nipples as I spoke again, "I want to fuck you till you squirt. I want it to splash on my dick, so I can fuck it into your ass."

"Oh god, Ras -" whined Mandy, "How do you want to cum?"

I stopped everything I was doing. Slowly, I leaned forward, pressed my lips against her ear, and said it. "With my first shot" I said, and Mandy shivered, "I'm going to cum on your clit. I want you to use it as lube, and fuck yourself with it."

Mandy was silent. I could almost hear her brain go numb.

"Then, I'm going to cum in your ass, as deep as I can. You want that, don't you?"

Mandy nodded, her legs wrapped tight around me, fingers pressed into my neck.

"Then, slowly, while my dick is still throbbing, I'm going to pull out, but not all the way. I'm going to keep the tip just inside your ass, and let it throb inside you. Just like when you suck me, and keep the tip in your mouth as you swallow-"

Mandy thumped her forehead against mine, and spoke in a voice that nearly scared me, "Ras, If you don't take off your clothes, and fuck me right now I'm going to kill you."

"Ok, ok!" I pleaded, and pulled her leggings all the way free.

Then, Mandy watched, mouth stupidly open, as I stripped before her. I didn't make much of a show, but I knew Mandy like to watch anyway. She'd told me so. She liked seeing how fast I took off my clothes so I could fuck her. In an instant, I was naked, and back in position, her legs wrapped around me, and my attention returned between her legs

Her panties were the kind I loved, so thin I could see partly through. Her mound had a thinned-out patch of fuzz, and that sweet smell of lilacs rushed into my nose, almost driving me wild. I gently pulled down her panties, fixated on the treasure they'd been hiding.

I loved to eat out Mandy. For some reason, her pussy was the funnest, sexiest pussy I'd ever eaten out, and I could literally do it all day and still want more. The way her folds let my tongue run between them. The way her clit rolled beneath my tongue. The way she tilted her hips to let my tongue go even deeper-

"Ras, I swear, if you don't hurry up I'm going to-"

"Ok, ok!" I said, and finished leading her panties off her feet. I paused to admire the view.

Mandy was sitting on the edge of the desk, leaning back on her elbows, her legs held up in the air. But more than anything, my eye was caught by her pussy, soaking wet and just begging to cum. No, even better, beneath her pussy, was the round, silver disc of her buttplug.