Free Extremely Personal Trainer - A Sexy Interracial BWWM Erotic Story from Steam Books by Jeanette Lavia, Steam Books Page A

every now and then she needed to sample some white meat.
    “Well in that case, where do we start?” she asked, suddenly snapping herself out of her momentary lusting.
    By the time they neared the end of the evaluation, Tasha wanted to rip out Justin’s throat. Her thin workout shirt and sweat shorts were soaked with sweat and every muscle in her body screamed in agony. And Justin just stood there with his hokey serene smile, cheering her on with the energy of a billion people.
    You ra-ra me one more time, I’m going to fuck your ass up , she swore to herself.
    Tasha knew he couldn’t help it; that was his job. But every now and then, when she could actually look at him without wishing him into an endless fiery pit, she caught a glimmer of something in his eyes. It almost looked like desire, or something similar. Was he crushing on her?
    Mounting her white personal trainer was the furthest thing from her thoughts right then. All she wanted to do was stop, leave, and soak in a steaming hot bath tub. She had no energy left. A dozen machines and exercises sapped her nearly a half hour to go. But in a way, whatever Justin was doing, was working. She managed to survive everything he threw at her.
    Finally they were done and she left. Justin made an appointment with her in two days and said he would look over her stats and come up with a personalized training program that would help maximize her workout while minimizing the strain on her muscles and joints.
    * * *
    Tasha couldn’t strip down and hit the bath tub fast enough. She left a trail of clothes from her apartment door to the bathroom. She turned the water on to the hottest setting and slid painfully into the tub. Within minutes, the steaming water began melting away the agony of her first encounter with Justin.
    Everything hurt from her neck to her feet, and even her toes. She couldn’t believe her freaking toes hurt. No wonder she wanted to stab Justin repeatedly with his stupid, fat, lime-green pen. However, he did warn her that this first session would be the hardest one she’d have.
    Tasha sighed with her eyes closed and ran her slender hands over her sore body. She massaged her legs and abs and everywhere else that hurt. Her fingers squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh, digging in just enough to make her muscles weep with the subtle relief they were receiving.
    As she massaged her tired thighs, she accidentally brushed her thumb across her sensitive nub. Tasha let out a soft coo and her mind suddenly filled with thoughts of Justin. She pursed her lips and grazed her sensitive trigger with her fingertip as she lost herself deeply to fantasy…
    …She walked into the gym, clad in nothing but some frilly, lace panties, sheer, flowery sports bra and a pair of high heels. She scanned the free-weight area for Justin. Tasha found him standing nude in front of the wall-sized mirror, doing shoulder rolls with some dumbbells. 
    She groaned as she admired his fit, firm body from afar. His hard, muscled calves seamlessly melted into thick, powerful thighs. They were the kind of thighs that exuded pure strength and made her believe he could pump her for days on end. Tasha wiped the imaginary drool from the side of her mouth and sashayed across the workout floor to her private, personal trainer package.
    Justin smiled and watched her approach in the mirror. His sandy brown hair was matted against his forehead from the sweat of his workout and his piercing, blue eyes, with that same gleam of desire, seemed to stare right through her scant attire and caress every soft nook of her body. As she walked toward him, she could feel his desire heat her supple skin.
    Tasha drew up behind him and pressed her body against his muscled back, inhaling the musk of his sweat. Justin dropped the weights and lifted his arms to his sides. He curled them slowly as he flexed his tight muscles. Tasha wrapped her arms around his naked body and slowly groped his chest.
    The strength of his heartbeat