I Like Being Defined, Smooth, For My Girlfriend

I dropped out of college for financial reasons and bad grades. I got a job as a hostess in a yoga studio. The owner, a lady in her forties, started pressuring me to do yoga. She insisted that I look the part, dress the part. To tone me up she suggested I join this fitness club. At one point, without a word she just kissed me on the mouth when I came in. At another point, using two fingers she touched between my legs. At another point she asked me if I waxed. She offered to wax me, butt crack and all. She washed me afterwards with these oils, then got her tongue down and got me going until I shook. She insisted on doing my hair and nails, on trying on some clothes she had in the closet. On touching me with her two fingers right between the legs.

I went to the fitness club, worked out, she wanted definition. A bare pussy and definition. A hairless ass crack and definition. Hard nipples and definition. Her tongue was everywhere, deep inside me, lapping around my ass, down my throat, my nipples caught in the vacuum of her kiss. She wanted definition, she shaved and waxed me, she wanted my pussy as defined as my thighs and butt, my arms and abs. She wanted my pussy to stand out.

I worked at that job for over a year, by the time I quit I was defined, I quit to work at the fitness club, and to hang out with the PT named Gloria, Who like fit girls like me, who kept their pussies clean and smooth like a baby's behind. She liked my ass, and my tits. And I liked her face and her tits and her ass and I liked exploring the depths of her pussy with my mouth and tongue.