Free Manhandled by My Personal Trainer (BBW, BDSM, Curvy, Deflowering, Spanking Erotica) by Penelope Stone Page A

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to the gym this evening, there’s someone I’d like you to
meet.”
    Somehow, I agreed. This was despite the fact
that up until then I broke a sweat climbing a single flight of
stairs. I wanted to see what went on at my mother’s 24-hour gym
that granted her such a prized physique.
    When I got out of school I rushed home to put
on my lightly used workout clothes I received as a gift after I
made “seriously start jogging” my New Year’s resolution, but
stopped halfway into February. Obviously working out was always
something I had wanted to make a regular part of my life, but I
always lacked the conviction to keep up with it. For most girls
like me the hard part isn’t being aware of my size, it’s being able
to do something about it on my own.
    When my mother and I passed through the gym’s
sliding glass doors, a dark-haired, very well defined man in his
late twenties approached us. He was tall was wearing a white
tank-top that proudly displayed the width of his gargantuan
shoulders. And because my impulse had trained me to get out of the
way, I stepped behind my mother as if I were opening his walkway to
the door. It was stupid, yes, and I might have stood there
awkwardly too, if my mother hadn’t spoken up for me.
    “ Sweetie, this is Kevin
Campbell,” he smiled and nodded at me, ”He’s my new personal
trainer. We’ve worked out a deal for him to train you too for
thirty minutes after my session three days a week.”
    Flushed with embarrassment I stepped around
to shake the man’s hand. His face was devastatingly symmetrical,
and his voice had an uncanny smoothness to it that was somehow
relaxed and yet purposefully intense at the same time. For the
first time I noticed how distinctly tall he was, he must have stood
around 6’4”, dwarfing even my mother. One could get lost for hours
admiring his physical features, which he worked on night and day.
It’s obvious that my fluttering crush for Kevin must have began
there.
    “ Pleased to meet you,” he
said warmly as he took my hand. He had a contagious sense of
confidence about him that had spread to me as he held my hand in
his. “Go ahead and start getting warmed up on your own by briskly
jogging on one of the treadmills, I’ll be back in forty-five
minutes after I’m finished with your mother’s session,” he
instructed. And as they rounded the corner into the next room I
tried not to melt into a puddle of teenage puppy-love.
    I also wasn’t super thrilled to start
exercising alone, so I just started stretching in between trips to
the water fountain. I dawdled there for about ten minutes there
before I accepted I was going to have to climb on the
treadmill.
    I approached the running machine the way an
anxious child approaches a horse. The equipment looked too intense
for me, too serious. This was a machine for a serious runner. As my
insecurities came out just being in the same room with it made me
feel false and hypocritical, like I didn’t deserve to climb up on
it.
    I stood on top of the modern, sleek treadmill
and selected the least physically demanding, slower paced jog
option. It’s embarrassing to say, but I was only about two and a
half minutes in before I was profusely sweating. My legs began
urging me to slow down, not because they burned but because they
didn’t want to burn. Quitting before your tired is a shameful
attitude to bring into a gym, but I was too shortsighted to believe
in physically investing myself in anything.
    “ Are you tired, already?” I
nearly leapt four inches off the ground, I had no idea Kevin was
there watching me. He approached the treadmill’s electronic display
of my embarrassing two and a half minute attempt. “Your mother’s
going to be ending early with a set of lunges and she asked me to
check on you.”
    “ Yeah, I think I need a
break.”
    “ You can absolutely take a
break if you want, but I don’t think you’re ready for one yet.” At
first I was a little offended. How did he know I