1. Gigolo


    Date: 8/21/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: Corsair46, Source: LushStories

    Hi, my name is Al Whitley. Now that may not seem important to you right now. However, I think as you read this you may want to change your mind. I am your average personal trainer, working at Cindy’s Spa and Health Studio here in town. Not much of a job, you might say? Well, in a way your right; and you’re also very wrong. I call the place Cyn’s (sins) meat market and sweat studio. Ladies flock to the Spa looking to lose a few pounds and to get out of the house and away from the curtain climbers, rug rats and other assorted kids. They are looking for adult conversation and some understanding. That’s where I come in. I’m just a regular guy, 5 foot, 11 inches tall. I weigh around 210 pounds. I am not a muscle bound gym freak as you may think. I have a community college degree in Personal Training/Sports Medicine, and another in Massage Therapy. You see, I do drive one of those fancy sports cars made here in the States. I also live in the penthouse over at the new high rise in the downtown area. You ask me, how can that be? You are all mostly professional guys, busting your tails to get ahead while I drive the $60,000 car and have a condo worth three times that. It all started about three years ago. EMILY HARRIS: Emily came to me as a client at the spa. First she wanted just to have a professional show her how to use the machines and make the most of her workouts. I was more than willing to take her on as a client for a two month training cycle. Emily’s first session was much ...
    like all the other ladies sessions. She was modestly dressed and quite shy around the equipment. I did indeed notice that she was really a very sexy woman, or would be if she had a bit more self-confidence. Yes, I did spend an extra amount of time with her, complimenting her, and more importantly listening to her problems and anxieties. The lady had a foot locker full of frustrations. One of her biggest complaints was how her husband always had time for work, and none for her. I just smiled and helped her along. Getting toward the end of that first session, she “accidently” brushed her wonder breasts against me while slowly exiting the thigh press weight machine. Her nipples were instantly as hard as a diamond tipped drill bit, and so was I. She just smiled, gave me a wink and said, “I do like a man who can please me.” Emily’s next session was in an entirely other league. She showed up with a smile ten miles wide and was wearing a spandex outfit that left nothing to the imagination. Even her camel toe was obvious. I was sure she had dressed for me and I was more willing to take a chance on her being ready for a little hide the weenie game. I suggested that she might benefit from a massage following the work out session. It was well worth the work. She started flirting with me immediately and kept it up until the session was done. All during the work out she kept telling me about her marital concerns and her kids. I was the good counselor and just listened with an occasional ...
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