Erotic E-xxx-tacy by Celia Moor

Author:Celia Moor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hillcrest Media Group, Inc.

Pumping Pussy

“Yes, yes don’t stop! You can do it! Just a bit more! 7 and 8, and relax... Great work out girls! Same time next week!”

Kitty had just finished an aerobics session in the gym that she had joined the month before. Kitty was from Los Angeles and had only just moved to London. She liked to keep in shape; her health was very important to her. She had shoulder-length reddish-brown hair which she usually tied back. This accentuated her elegant neck and slender shoulders. This gym was nothing special: similar toany other she’d been to, except maybe for a very unique personal trainer. He was the one thing that separated this gym from all the others.

His name was Branson (a.k.a. sex on legs). He was passionate about his job and the gym. He worked out almost everyday; by looking at him you could tell. His biceps were big and firm, complemented by his well-formed forearms. His legs were also well-built, but not too bulky. His feet were a huge size 14, which made Kitty wonder about other parts of his body.

Whilst Kitty's thoughts were on Branson, he just happened to walk into the room. He had on a pair of gray jogging-bottoms that dropped nicely on his waist, revealing his black boxer-shorts. They sat low enough for her to see his oh-so impressive 'V-line' (the beautiful definition on his pelvis that met his abdominal muscles). As Kitty sat and fantasized about touching Branson’s bulging body, he looked up and caught her gaze. She hurriedly gathered her things and shot out. 'How embarrassing', she thought; there couldn’t have been any mistaking the look of lust she had had, written all over her face.

Kitty didn’t visit the gym the following day. She thought it best to stay away as she didn’t feel the need to embarrass herself further. She spent much of her time beautifying herself. She went and got a wax: a Brazilian and a Vajazzle (diamontes stuck on her pussy in an intricate pattern). The thought of seeing Branson made her want to look her best. She got her red roots re-touched and a French manicure for her nails. She bought herself a new sports bra. It was low cut. She tested it out by jumping up and down. It held her boobs firmly enough, but they still jiggled when she jumped. Just what she wanted.

The following week she attended a belly dancing class at the gym. This class was one of her favourites. She had made a friend called Sasha. To get the most out of this class it was best to stick to the dress code. Tiny shorts or hot-pants, under a slightly see-through wrap-around skirt that was tied over the hip at one side. It had shiny silver, round metal discs that made a clashing-type of noise as she danced. On top it was best to wear a crop-top. One's whole tummy should be on show so one could work on getting the belly-movements just right.

When the music came on Kitty was in her element.

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