I Almost Blew It

I’m in my late thirties and after having what was by most standards, a beautiful figure, three kids later it was lost. I dieted down losing forty pounds but that was just weight. I desperately needed to get in physical shape. I took on a private trainer who came highly recommended by my circle of friends. Erik is a 6’3” 220 pounds of muscle. On our first meeting he came to my home wearing tight red top and matching red spandex leggings. He clearly wasn’t wearing underwear with his endowment clearly favouring the right side and down his leg. They were so ridiculously tight that I could tell he was circumcised! I couldn’t help but stare. It was huge. He put me through the workout, I dressed as a frump afraid still to expose my body shape. I found myself fixated with his appendage.

Erik came to my house three times per week, always in spandex leggings. I joked with the girls about him and his projected asset, with my best Pacino impression, “Say hello to my little friend” except it isn’t so little. I said his trouser snake has to be 8 inches flaccid! Two of the girls said, you should see it erect. Say what? “Oh yes!” they said laughing. “You think we’re not going to take full advantage of his thick dick?” (laughing) It seemed out of the five of us I was the only one not having sex with Erik. I eventually worked my confidence up to wearing spandex leggings and sport bra. Erik as always had his hands on me through the stretches. As he was stretching my hamstrings, me laying on my back he over me, I could see he was aroused. How could I not? His penis was straining against his spandex and I’m getting turned on with it all. I kept reminding myself that I’m happily married to a wonderful man and we have three great kids. Let’s face it though, I have this 22 year old physical specimen of a man, touching me while he is aroused and so am I. My pussy felt as if on fire with his hydrant in his leggings being just the thing to put my fire out. We must of had 10 more workouts like this with me just barely able to keep my desire in check. I bought new more revealing outfits, now in a bikini bottom and top. He loved it being fully erect while putting me through the routine. So ridiculously obvious was his cock, yet we never spoke of it. He one day broke first, making mention of my sexy body and his desire for more. I as always, had a wise crack, pointing at his hard on saying, “I can see that.”

He took that as a green light, pulling his spandex down unleashing this monster. It was huge, standing straight up towards the ceiling! Looking so much bigger in the wild, it had to be close to 10 inches and as thick as my wrist. He took my hand and placed it on his beast. My heart was pounding as I started rubbing one out for him. He put his hands on my breasts. He then put his hand behind my head pulling my face towards his cock. There was no way I, if I wanted to, and I did, could get my mouth around this steer. I’m a very petite, small boned 5 foot nothing woman. He flipped my top up exposing my ample tits. That’s when I stopped. He asked what’s wrong. I said, “I can’t.” He promised that no one would know. Well, I would, I told him. He begged me to let him have his way, even getting a little forceful, holding me down and kissing me. I got very scared. I gave Erik a firm no and we said our goodbyes. I joined a gym from that point on. I admit I went too far and it was too close for comfort but I have no regrets. I did the right thing.