1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 09


    Date: 8/23/2017, Categories: Diary, Straight Sex, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Source: sexstories.com

    [[[-IF4-P9.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 09: "Memorialize" ------------------------------------------- -*- Wednesday, June 3, 2015 -*- Looking at her now, one would never guess that Trish was a mere eight days removed from having attended her father's funeral. Trish was vacationing here on the island with all of us, of course, but at this precise moment in time the 32-year-old Canadian princess was putting her body through its standard routine of exercise and fitness in the home gymnasium. If she was ever feeling down or depressed, or simply not in the best of moods, Trish could always find her personal sanctuary - her safe haven - doing exercise. She had been a fitness enthusiast since her high school years, and was once employed as an instructor and personal trainer at a health club in her old hometown until two years ago. Only coming to the island and meeting us tore her away from that job. Still, Trish was determined as ever to keep her chiseled, yet feminine physique, and maintain her healthy lifestyle with proper nutrition and exercise. She generally did some version of a workout every single day without fail, but really hit the gym _hard_ four days each week for hours at a time. Today just happened to be one of those days. Seated on a nearby bench and idly watching (i.e. admiring) her, I was fascinated as Trish stood in the middle of the fitness room - in her ...
    element, mind you - holding a long dumbbell at her waist, with two huge, massive round weights attached to either end of it. Then, the process repeated itself again. Trish bent at the waist, thrusting her hips outward and flexing her knees, until the upper half of her body was at a 90 degree angle. Every muscle within her body strained, some of them rippling before my very eyes, as the heavy weights she held were now positioned around her shins. An instant later, Trish stood up erect and straight again - the dumbbell aligned at her waistline now. And once more, the process repeated itself. "Now what is that called... what you are doing?" "This is called the Romanian Deadlift," Trish informed me. "How much weight are you lifting?" "115 pounds right now. I'm doing a set of 12." "Isn't that... kind of a LOT, for a woman to lift?" Trish glanced at me intently. "I'm not your typical woman when it comes to exercise, Jeremy. You should know that." Indeed, Trish was a very unique woman; a highly special and amazing, one-of-a-kind woman whom I truly considered to be a gift from Mount Olympus. Perhaps one day, she would return there and be worshiped as the mythic, all-powerful goddess that everyone in our family perceived her to be. Trish was a petite, brown-eyed pack of brunette dynamite and, whether she was working out or not, could oftentimes be found wearing her tight-fitting training gear. Today she had on a black sleeveless top, its clingy fabric exhibiting the bulge of her large, ...
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