Worked up a sweat

I recently joined the gym in the basement of my office building – it means I’ve no excuses for not going and I don’t have to go out of my way to get there.

It was my first visit and quite honestly, I didn’t know how to work the machines and I didn’t even know where to start/what I would do whilst there. Me being me played innocent and walked up to the first cute guy to ask for assistance. He was Spanish and his name was Javier, a personal trainer, “Perfect!” I thought to myself.

Javier showed me how to use the machines, at what pace to start with and progress to, but you don’t want to know the detail of my workout so let’s get to the point because this has never happened to me before… After my workout, I lay on the gym mats and Javier helped me stretch my legs properly. As in, I was lay there and he had my leg over my shoulder to stretch it properly. It was weird yet a huge turn on at the same time. I’ve never been in a position like that whilst we’re both fully dressed!

Of course, Javier was professional and after my workout I hit the showers but all evening I have been unable to get the situation out of my mind – I worked up a sweat in the gym but oh how I would love to work up a sweat with him in the bedroom. Phwoar!