The next day, Jessica woke with a lightness in her chest, relieved that Nick's issue had finally been resolved. Eager to reclaim her confidence and get back in shape, she decided to join a new gym offering a six-month free membership for a limited number of new members. The gym, conveniently located on the first floor above a popular café, was easy to find. When she pushed open the door, she was greeted by a sleek, newly renovated space filled with gleaming, state-of-the-art equipment.
"Hello, miss! Welcome! Are you here to join the gym?" a tall, Black man with a chiseled, muscular physique asked, flashing a warm, inviting smile. His deep voice carried a friendly confidence.
"Yes," Jessica replied, her voice soft but sure.
"That's great! Come this way, miss. You're lucky—there's only one free slot left!" he said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He handed her a form to fill out. "I'm the trainer here. My colleague, who usually works with female clients, is on leave. Have you worked out before?"
"I've done some aerobics on my own, but never under a trainer," Jessica admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, you've got a naturally fit physique! That's a great start," he said, his tone appreciative as he guided her through some basic stretching exercises. Jessica completed five sets of each stretch, her muscles warming under his attentive guidance. She then moved to the treadmill, her steps light but focused.
As she jogged, she noticed the trainer standing behind a young woman at the bench press station. His hands lingered on her waist, adjusting her form in a way that seemed too intimate. The young woman didn't seem to mind, her body swaying slightly, even shaking her hips in a way that felt unnecessarily provocative. Jessica's brow furrowed. Young people have no shame these days, she thought, shaking her head before refocusing on her workout.
After an intense session, Jessica headed to the locker room for a hot shower, the steam soothing her aching muscles. The warm water cascaded over her, a perfect reward after her exertion. But as she drove home, a sinking realization hit—she'd forgotten her phone in the locker room. Cursing under her breath, she turned the car around and headed back to the gym.
When she arrived, the gym was nearly deserted. Only one person remained: an older man with a beer belly, wearing a headband, struggling to lift 4kg dumbbells in front of the mirror. He paused every few reps to flex his biceps, admiring himself as if he were a bodybuilder in his prime. Jessica stifled a smile and hurried to the locker room.
As she approached, faint sounds stopped her in her tracks—moans, soft at first, then louder, punctuated by the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. The shower door was slightly ajar, and curiosity tugged at her. She leaned closer, peeking inside, her breath catching in her throat.
Inside, the young woman from earlier was pressed against the tiled wall, her body arched, hips thrust outward. The trainer stood behind her, his strong hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with slow, deliberate force. The shower's hot water poured over them, steam rising as their bodies moved in sync. The young woman's moans were raw, unrestrained, each one dripping with pleasure. "Ohhh, yes… fuck me… harder!" she gasped, her voice breaking into desperate whimpers. "God, yes… don't stop… pound me!" Her words dissolved into a high-pitched cry as his thrusts grew more intense, the wet slap of their bodies echoing in the small space.
The young woman's face was a portrait of surrender—her lips parted in a silly, blissful smile, her eyes half-closed, fluttering as waves of pleasure overtook her. "Fuck… I'm gonna… ohhh, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice trembling with ecstasy, her body shuddering against the wall as the trainer's hands roamed her curves, one slipping up to cup her breast, the other anchoring her hip.
Jessica's heart raced, her body betraying her as heat pooled between her thighs. Her mind screamed that it was wrong to watch, but her eyes were glued to the scene, imagining the overwhelming pleasure coursing through the young woman. Without thinking, her hand slid down, slipping beneath the waistband of her leggings, finding the slick warmth of her own arousal. Her other hand crept under her t-shirt, cupping her breast, her fingers teasing her nipple as she leaned against the wall for support. The young woman's cries—"Yes! Oh, fuck… harder! I'm cumming again!"—sent shivers through Jessica, her own breath growing ragged as she touched herself, lost in the forbidden thrill.
She was so entranced that she didn't notice the moans had stopped. A shadow loomed beside her. "What are you doing here, ma'am?" the trainer's deep voice rumbled, startling her.
Jessica froze, yanking her hand from her leggings, her face flushing crimson. "Nothing! I—I forgot my phone!" she stammered, her voice sharp with panic. She darted to the locker, grabbed her phone, and bolted out of the gym, her heart pounding with embarrassment. Shit, he saw me! she thought, her cheeks burning as she fled to her car.
Behind her, the trainer watched her go, a sly, almost predatory grin spreading across his face. "Hmm, nice ass," he murmured under his breath. "See you soon."