Let’s Get Physical !!

I feel a little bit lost at the moment. I expected when I finished my degree I would be jubilant, happy to be finished, pleased I had stuck it out and not done a bad job at it. But no, happy is not how I feel, I just feel strange, like I now lack a purpose. I am sure this is because I don’t know what to do next. I don’t know if I should think about getting masters or perhaps do a law conversion course, turn my BSC into an LLB. What makes me hesitate about doing these things are worries about further debt, is it really such a good idea to be shackled with yet more loan repayments when the economy is so badly fucked? It’s a catch 22 all students without well off parents face. I could always try and get a full time job rather than just survive on part time hours. However it is not like the streets are paved with gold were I am from and there are hardly good opportunities a plenty. All I would like is the same as every other graduate, a job with prospects, chances to progress. I am not sure such a job will materialise but I’ll let you all know if it does. And it‘s not all bad, at least I have you guys still to chat to and share my naughty phone sex stories with while you still want me to share them.

 

 

Anyway because I feel directionless at the moment I have focused all my energies into diet and fitness. Spending my time working out (A Fame inspired fitness DVD) and avoiding carbs at all costs. This brings me to the most recent role play my research partner and I played out. He did this role play with me because he said he supports my fitness kick even if that kick does not, in any way, involve the quitting of my smoking. So we began a role play involving fitness, him playing the hot, muscular, altogether well put together personal trainer and me, his client, who had hired him to put her through her paces down at the gym and, as it turned out give her body a right good seeing to.

 

 

So as I waited for the phone to ring I slipped into my gym wear, black leggings, a long up T-shirt tied high up under my tits, trainers and leg warmers (well I have been doing a fame inspired workout DVD day in and day out for the last week so the leg warmers did demand to be worn.) When the phone rang my research partner and I both slipped into character and pretended we were at gym, made believe he was there to give me one- on- one personal training. He brought with him a CD player and pressed play. The sound of loud dance music thumped around the imaginary empty gym room. The beats pounded hard in my ears as he asked me to begin to warm up, moving my legs from side to side and tapping the floor with my feet in time to the music. ‘Time to get your heart pumping’ my research partner said with a smile in his voice. My heart was already pumping, not because of the exercise, I’d barely started but because it had been an age since I had phone sex with my research partner. Due to his job in the army he’s around and then he is not around, he comes and he goes and that is simply the nature of his work and the nature of our friendship. I enjoy his company when he is available and I’ve learnt not to miss him when he’s gone. Still it is good when he is around because the phone sex is heaps of fun. That fun was what I looked forward to when this role play began with my legs side-stepping to the beat. I looked forward to the sexual gratification that would follow because for whatever reason we always seem to have a good time together.

 

 

Anyway I stood in my bedroom side-stepping to the beat of the dance music playing. I started to warm up and on we continued with my research partner as the fitness instructor ordering me to contort my body into all kinds of weird and wonderful positions. He warmed me up and tested out the flexibility of my body. He had me touch my toes and then see-saw upwards so my hands reached for the ceiling over and over again, arms moving from floor to ceiling in time to the beat until the stretching and reaching made me dizzy and pant. The sound of my panting was a sound he very much enjoyed hearing, he said it reminded him of our ‘ extremely horny’ (his words) antics on Christmas day when all I could do was pant as I fucked my arse with my toy, stifling my moans because my brother was passed out on my sofa. I scolded my research partner for breaking out of character to which he quickly got back into character and made me give him 10 press ups followed in swift succession by 10 sit ups and 10 lunges. As I completed the lunges he asked if I was hot yet. Was I sweating? Was my pussy wet? I feigned shock at the last question, pleaded that as my fitness instructor that was an entirely inappropriate question and really none of his business. Quick off the mark my research partner asked that the state of my ‘downstairs’ could be his business if I wanted it to be and did I know that a sex session burns as many calories as a forty five minute run? He stated that he called it ‘shagercise’ and that was the type of workout that really did it for him. Since I had paid for his time ‘why not?’ he suggested ‘really get my money worth and try him out for a fuck?’

 

 

I played hard to get, declined my instructor’s first offer of sex and continue to work out, getting fit the hard way by running on the spot and them skipping with a rope. What I didn’t decline was his offer to take me to the sauna after the cardio work out, where we could relax and get hot together covered only in white towel, his towel wrapped around his waist barely concealing his huge and, as it would seem, hardening cock. We sat in the sauna together and, at first, we were not alone. We sat and got hot with sweat glistening off both our bodies until eventually we were there by ourselves. When we were alone we each stretched out on the wooden benches and this time I accepted my fitness instructor’s offer to get to know each other better. When he asked me to run my hands all over my silky sweaty hot body I did as he asked. I ran my hand along my neck and slowly with the moisture of my body guiding my hand’s path it found its way towards my pert firm tits. As I stroked and cupped my tits, feeling the hot sweat all over my fingertips I noticed now that my fitness instructor’s cock was hard and his hands were on it, gripping it firmly, rubbing it up and down. This sight fuelled my horniness and I watched him slowly wank. His eyes didn’t leave my body as my hand moved lower, finding its way through the slippery heat of my flesh to my aching burning pussy. I let the towel fall to the floor and spread my legs wide in the deserted sauna. I touched my swollen clit and let out a moan of pleasure and my fingers felt my pussy become wetter. Silky pussy juice ran along my fingers and I enjoyed the sensation of the sweet juice engulfing my cunt. As I played and he played our eyes locked together, I asked if he liked the view and the response was a resounding yes, did I like the view too? My answer was of course yes, it is incredibly horny not only listening to a man wank but also to watch, to learn how he liked to be touched. If he likes to be played with gently or if he is like me, if he likes to be fucked hard and roughly and talked dirty to.

 

 

As we intently watched each other play we decided the best thing we could do is move from the sauna and make our way to the Jacuzzi. We both parted, giggled, went to our respective changing rooms. He put on shorts and I put on my bikini, the Jacuzzi was deserted but there were still people swimming in the pool. We knew we would have to play together quietly or risk being caught. Climbing in together, I sat on his lap and I felt his huge cock against my tight wet pussy. His hands were around my waist but soon moved under the water to touch my cunt over my bikini bottoms. I felt the bubbles tingle against my pussy, fizzing against my clit. My hands found their way inside his shorts and I felt the full length of his beautiful gorgeous hard cock. Soon he swung my body around until I was facing his, legs wrapped around his waist, pussy pressed tightly against his shaft length, rubbing back and forth until my hands were pulling at the fabric of my bikini bottoms and at the material of his shorts guiding his hard luscious cock inside. Soon I was pounding my make believe fitness instructor hard in the warm water as I wrapped my legs around his muscular body in the midst of the fizz and pop of the frothy Jacuzzi bubbles. I banged him hard in this fantasy, really rode him wildly with a desperate need to come. Meanwhile back in reality I was at home in my bed, listening to my research partner’s deep eager groans down the end of a phone line. I was using my toy to fuck my pussy roughly, urging my pretend fitness instructor to really give me a good work out. My clit was on fire, sensitive to touch as my fingertips circled around the hard small swollen bean and wetness filled my pussy and its lips. I continued to slam my cunt fast and deeply until I was squirting sweet hot juice down the length of my toy, feeling my fingers warm with the stickiness of my juices. I was screaming as I came matched by the groans of my research partner. We came together and later laughed at the good timing. All in all it was the kind of work out that would encourage all boys and girls to work out down the gym more often.

 

 

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