Over the past few months I'd noticed some unsettling changes in my body appearance. It was nothing drastic—just little things that had been creeping up on me. A slight loosening of the tone on the underside of my arms, softening of my stomach muscles, and tightening of my jeans. I still felt I was in better shape than most women my age, with firm breasts, a tight ass, and shapely legs. But my three-times-a-week yoga sessions focused mostly on stretching and relaxation. It was time to get serious about reconditioning my aging body.
One Saturday morning, I went down to my local health club to talk about my fitness goals. When I stepped through the front door, I was surprised with the level of intensity permeating the gym. Near the front window, a group of scantily clad trainers huffed away on a long bank of treadmills and elliptical machines. On the side wall, a collection of young women in tight leotards stretched quietly on a padded mat. Near the back of the facility, burly guys in tank tops and loose sweats grunted noisily as they lifted weights.
Virtually everybody was in excellent shape, and as they moved through their paces, their sinewy muscles rippled under their dewy skin. Feeling a bit intimidated, I was just about to turn around and head out for a coffee to contemplate what I'd gotten myself into, when a cheerful woman's voice addressed me from behind.
"Can I help you with something?" she said.
I turned around and saw a young staff member in tight leotards.
"I was just—looking around," I said. "I'm not sure I'm ready to get started with a weight-training program."
"We've got a lot more than just weights at our club," the girl said. "There's a full complement of cardio devices, Pilates machines, and an aerobics studio if you want something different. Were you looking for a self-paced program, or something with instructional support?"
"I'm kind of new to this sort of thing,” I said. “So far, I've mostly just participated in yoga classes..."
"We have those too, if that's what you're most comfortable with. Perhaps you'd like to start with an introductory session with a personal trainer who can assess your fitness goals and design a custom workout program for your individual needs?"
"I suppose that makes the most sense. What are your fees?"
"A complimentary personal training session is included with a three-month trial membership. The basic monthly fee is forty-nine dollars per month, and you can cancel anytime. Additional training sessions are available at negotiated rates, depending on your trainer."
"That seems pretty reasonable," I said. "When are your trainers available?"
"Normally, we need at least forty-eight hours advance notice for scheduling, but we happen to have one available right now if you'd like to get started today."
I glanced around the gym at all the buff bodies and nodded.
"I think I've stalled long enough already," I said, removing my wallet from my purse. "Let's get the ball rolling."
After I signed the personal waiver and provided my credit card details, the receptionist gave me a combination lock and told me to store my personal effects in the women's locker room. I changed into my yoga tights and when I returned to the reception area, someone else was standing behind the desk. An attractive, athletic woman about my age was scribbling something on a clipboard and looked up.
"You must be Jade," she said, lowering her clipboard.
When she revealed what she was wearing, I gasped. She had on a one-piece black leotard with a large opening in the front of her chest, revealing the muscular cleavage between her large breasts supported by a crisscrossed elastic strap wrapping around her neck. Her breasts were perfectly round and firm, flexing gently as she moved her arms. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, with her spandex outfit cradling her bosom in a sensuous X-shaped pattern, with the faint protrusion of her bare nipples pressing against the stretchy fabric. Not that she needed one. I was quite sure that her breasts would have sat just as firm and high on her chest without any support whatsoever. Her bare arms and shoulders rippled as she held the clipboard in front of her, and I ran my eyes shamelessly over her body, taking in her exquisite form.
If this is what a little weight-training will do for my body, I thought, count me in.
"Um, yes," I stammered, returning my gaze to eye level. Even her face looked sculpted, with sharply-defined cheekbones, an angular jaw, and full, sensuous lips.
"I'm Kate," she said, extending her hand. "I'll be your personal trainer today."
I clasped her hand and Kate squeezed mine firmly as she smiled at me.
"Why don't we take a few minutes to clarify your fitness goals before we get started?"
She pointed to a tall round table with high stools in the corner behind the reception desk.
"Let's have a seat and get to know each other first."
When she emerged from behind the reception desk and began walking toward the table, my eyes almost bugged out of their sockets. Kate's ass and legs were even more firm and shapely than her arms and tits. Her tight leotard hugged every curve of her round, athletic butt, and her calf muscles flexed sensuously as she walked. When we both took our seats at the table, I exhaled audibly, trying to control my excitement.
"So then," she said, looking at me with her pretty hazel eyes. "What were you hoping to achieve from your training program?"
I had a hard time concentrating with her sharply defined cleavage staring me in the face.
"Just improve my tone, I suppose. Basically, I'd like to look like you. I'm guessing you're pretty close to my same age, but I don't look anything like—that."
Kate smiled as she quickly ran her gaze over my arms and chest.
"You've got some good raw material to work with. May I ask your age?"
"Thirty-five," I said.
"You're in great shape for someone—" Kate hesitated, as she scribbled some notes on my chart. "…our age."
I smiled, feeling more comfortable knowing I'd have a contemporary guiding me through my paces.
"Did you want to focus on any parts in particular?" Kate asked. "Because from my vantage point, everything looks to be pretty nicely balanced."
"It might be balanced, but I’m not honed like you. I'd just like to tighten everything up a little. Reduce my body fat, add a bit more shape to my arms and legs, maybe firm up my ass a little."
"I can work with that," Kate said. "How much time can you afford to invest?"
I chuckled at Kate's implication that this was going to be a long haul.
"Do you think it's going to take that long?"
"I meant per week—per session."
"Oh. I dunno. Will an hour per session, three times a week get me there?"
"It's a good start. As long as you keep at it. I'm sure you've heard the expression use it or lose it. Once you begin to make some gains, you can lose them just as quickly if you stop. Personal health and fitness is a journey, not a destination."
I peered up at Kate and smiled.
"That's what I've got you for, right? To keep me honest and straight."
"I don't know about the straight part, but I might be able to guide you in the right direction."
I paused for a moment, trying to glean Kate's meaning. Was she trying to tell me that she was attracted to women also? Suddenly, my pussy began tingling in excitement.
"It's a deal," I said. "Let's do this."
"Alright then. Let's get started with a short warm up. It's always best to start with some gentle stretching to elongate your muscles and get the blood circulating before you do anything too strenuous. I'm going to suggest you do ten minutes of stretching, followed by a half an hour of lifting, then twenty minutes of cardio as a start."
"Yes ma'am," I said, beginning to feel my blood rushing to other parts of my body already. "Your wish is my command. For the next sixty minutes at least, I'm all yours."
Kate led me to the stretching mat then stood beside me facing the bank of mirrors.
"First, let's loosen up your shoulders with some gentle windmills."
As she began swinging her arms in circles over her shoulders, I watched her tits shaking on her chest while her pectoralis and deltoid muscles flexed. As I mimicked her motion, I pretended to watch myself in the mirror, but the whole time I was fixated on her cleavage jiggling in the center of her chest. As I swung my arms with increasing frenzy, I fantasized about burying my face in her glistening valley.
"Now the other way," Kate said, swinging her arms in the other direction.
After another minute or so, she stopped and turned her body away from the mirrors.
"Now let's loosen up your lower body. Spread your legs about four feet apart then bend at the waist and try to place your palms on the floor between your legs."
Kate lowered her torso in a perfect V-shape and rested her forearms on the mat in front of her. I tried to match her pose, but I could barely get my fingertips to touch the floor.
"Don't worry if you can't get all the way down," she said, noticing my struggle to bend myself as far as she had. "Grip your ankles and gently pull yourself down toward the mat one inch at a time, pausing every fifteen seconds to let your muscles relax. Look between your legs in the mirror to find a setpoint to push yourself a little further."
When I looked between my legs, the only setpoint I could focus on was Kate's exquisite upturned ass staring me in my face. I glanced at the junction of her thighs near the bottom of her ass and detected a slight darkening in the fabric.
Was that sweat, or was she getting as turned on as I was watching her in the mirror?
"Yes," I said, feeling my own juices beginning to accumulate in my pussy. "I can feel things loosening up. My muscles are already relaxing."
"Good," Kate said. "When you get your palms flat on the floor, begin to wiggle your feet closer together, pausing and relaxing every fifteen seconds. You should begin to feel the pressure moving from the inside to the back of your thighs."
"I feel it in—both places," I said. But what I really meant to say was that my pussy was burning for an entirely different reason.
