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My feet beat out a steady rhythm on the treadmill as I began to wind down my cool down run. My gym trainer would be checking on me soon and I needed to be ready for the stretches he’d insist on. Slowing my pace further; I drink from my water bottle, spilling a little down my chin. I wipe my chin and come to a stop. Taking a few deep breaths, I shake one leg then the other before wiping down the controls.
I turn to find my trainer right behind me. “Good job. Now let’s get you stretched out.” He nodded over his shoulder to the yoga mat he’d already laid out. I rolled my head to relax my neck and assumed the first stretch. One knee almost touching the floor, my other leg in front of me at a ninety degree angle, lunging forward. My trainer counted down before I switched.
After switching sides, it was time to do the butterfly stretch. My trainer was never happy with my progress for this one. I sat and brought my feet together in front of me, bracing my elbows on my knees; I gently pulled on my feet. The
Gym Trainer Stretches Me
My feet beat out a steady rhythm on the treadmill as I began to wind down my cool down run. The gym trainer would be checking on me soon and I needed to be ready for the stretches he’d insist on. Slowing my pace further; I drink from my water bottle, spilling a little down my chin. I wipe my chin and come to a stop. Taking a few deep breaths, I shake one leg then the other before wiping down the controls.
I turn to find my trainer right behind me. “Good job. Now let’s get you stretched out.” He nodded over his shoulder to the yoga mat he’d already laid out. I rolled my head to relax my neck, assuming the first stretch. One knee almost touching the floor, my other leg in front of me at a ninety degree angle, lunging forward. My trainer counted down before I switched.
After switching sides, it was time to do the butterfly stretch. My trainer was never happy with my progress for this one. I sat and brought my feet together in front of me, bracing my elbows on my knees; I gently pulled on my feet. My trainer sat behind me and reached forward to adjust my grip. “You need to hold here to get a good stretch.” He murmured next to my ear.
His hands moved up my arms to my elbows and pressed down. I could feel the stretch along the insides of my thighs. Seconds passed, and my trainer leaned into my back; pushing me forward deepening the stretch even more. “Breathe.”
He reminded me. I exhaled.
“You should be feeling it here.” He dragged his fingers from my elbows to my inner thigh, following my thing to the hip joint. “And here.”
I nodded, trying not to let my mind focus on where I wanted his fingers to touch me next.
“Alright, next one.” He said, leaning back; his fingers lingering on my leg as I reposition and begin the next stretch. One leg stayed folded, the other straightened out and I reached for my ankle. “Remember to point your toes.” He said, reaching forward and pulling my hand wrap around my toes. Grunting, I lean into the stretch as it deepened faster than I was expecting.
“Ow, ow, ow!” I broke from the stretch as the back of my thigh cramped.
I was on my back, with my leg over his shoulder before I knew what was happening. His strong hands massaging my cramp as he straddled my other leg. Part of my mind wondered if it was his leg brushing against my inner thigh, or if it was his cock. Swallowing hard, my eyes devoured him from crotch to chest, before making eye contact.
“I think you’ll have to stay a little longer for a massage. This cramp doesn’t seem to be going away.” He said, giving me the same hungry look.
“Yeah, I think so.” I agreed. A massage sounded fantastic.
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