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She laid her hands on my shoulders to adjust their position.  Even after she moved them, I could still feel her, like her touch somehow marked me.  It was electric, always, every time.  Carmen had been my personal trainer for two months, and it was getting more difficult not to act on my attraction to her.  It was magnetic, so compelling that I lived in fear that I would unthinkingly kiss her as she leaned over me, or commit some other unplanned lascivious act.  She was petite, like me, but in other ways was like my negative image -- her dark auburn hair was long, straight, and streaked with reddish-gold, sun-kissed highlights.  She was always careful about her skin, though, and it remained like clear, smooth cream, so pale that she almost seemed to be made of a different substance from me, like living ivory. Her jaw was wide, the perfect frame for her almond-shaped green eyes.  She had strong cheekbones, and full, perfectly curved lips that broke easily into a radiant smile.  She was simply stunning, and I was smitten.  I wasn't sure if it was my overactive imagination, but it seemed to me that there was a response from her lately -- nothing overt, simply a feeling that I couldn't put my finger on, like a subterranean vibration too low to hear.  Maybe my desire had become too obvious, but it was beyond my control.  

In the gym, she pushed me hard, and I liked that.  I savored our time together as an odd yet satisfying mix of pain and pleasure.  Today she had pushed me even harder than usual -- if not for her easy smile, I would have thought she was punishing me for something.  She had worked my upper body today, and I could already feel the stiffness settling in place of the burn.  She noticed I was moving a little slow, and suggested that I wind down in the steam room.  I thanked her for the workout, and brushed her cheek with my lips, an almost-kiss, as I passed her.  I went to the locker room and stripped off my damp sports bra and shorts.  I grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around me, and walked around the corner to the steam room, which was thankfully empty.  I am a true exhibitionist, walking around the house unclothed without a passing thought.  But I am never comfortable naked around other women in close quarters, perhaps because I enjoy their bodies the way a man does.  I have to carefully guard my face, or risk exposing of my unreciprocated desires.
 
I laid down on one of the wooden benches on my stomach and closed my eyes.  Even though the bench was hard, it was warm, and I felt an almost post-coital languor steal into my bones.  I relaxed deeply, and was on the edge of sleep when I heard the door open and close behind me.  I didn't look up, so I was surprised when I heard someone sit down on the bench right below me.  I felt a moment of irritation at the intrusion into my space, but it immediately dissolved when I caught a hint of her scent.  I knew immediately that it was Carmen -- that unmistakable perfume of her body, sweet and soft, mixed with an undercurrent of musk that made me think of the soft folds between her legs.  I stayed rock still, trying not to register my recognition, but I was as alert as if someone had doused me with cold water.  After a few moments, I felt her familiar hands come to rest on my shoulders, soft yet powerful at the same time, a distillation of the contrasts of her that drove me insane.  She began to work her hands slowly on my shoulders, finding the lines between the muscles, penetrating with her strong fingers.  A soft moan escaped me, and while I immediately regretted that involuntary expression of intense pleasure, I simply couldn't control myself, and turned my head to face her.  She glanced down, and I felt faint when our eyes connected.  I could see desire written on her face as well, and I knew that it had not been my imagination after all.
 
She returned my smile, and continued working my shoulders, pushing the towel down with her hands as she worked lower.  Soft moans periodically left me of their own accord, but we didn't speak; there was no need.  She finally worked down to my lower back, and she paused to push the towel down below my buttocks.  I was nervous but excited, and felt deliciously exposed.  She continued moving lower, and I thought I was going to cum when her hands pulled apart the cheeks of my ass as she rubbed them.  She must have sensed that I was at the edge, and with her hands on my hips motioned me to roll over.  A shot of fear and hesitation ran through me, so many hours of fantasy and desire coming to fruition, but I couldn't resist her, and felt myself rolling over as if my body had a mind of its own.
 
I looked up into her eyes and saw the desire there, and suddenly wanted nothing more in the world than to please her.  She was straddling me, her long auburn hair falling down around her face like a curtain.  I reached up and plunged my hands into it, savoring the feel of it like I had so often imagined.  I wrapped my hands behind her neck and pulled her down to me.  Her lips touched mine, gently and tentatively, but when the tip of her soft, sweet tongue slid into my mouth, I couldn't contain my passion any longer.  I pulled her face against mine and kissed her hard, my tongue probing her mouth deeply, asking with my body if she really wanted this.  She responded strongly, her passion matching mine, and I knew she did.
 
My hands slid down to her shoulders and loosened the towel running under her arms.  I felt it slide down, and pulled her up, trading her delicious mouth for a view of her breasts.  They were just as I had imagined them -- not large, but not so small as to be girlish, a perfect B.  Her pink nipples stood up from the creamy mounds of her breasts, and a sprinkle of faint freckles stretched across her chest.  She leaned back down, and I gently sucked her right nipple into my mouth.  I savored the feel of it in my mouth as I rolled it around with my tongue, and it was her turn to moan faintly.  The sound of it ratcheted up my desire, and without thinking I slid my hand down between her legs.  The narrow stripe of hair there was redder than on her head, trimmed closely, pointing to the folds within.  My fingers slid easily into her crack; it was hot and slick, and the intrusion earned me a louder moan.  I felt her thighs tense around my arm, and I slid my middle finger all the way into her.  It was unbelievably tight, and for a wistful moment I wished that I could fuck her like a man would.  Her walls squeezed my finger, and I knew that she was intensely aroused -- it wouldn't take long.  When I slid my finger back out, she whimpered, but I shushed her and scooted down the bench under her until her strong thighs straddled my face.  I slid my hands up her legs towards her mound, admiring the soft skin stretched over hard muscle -- that contrast again.  I parted her lips with my two thumbs, and raised my head up to meet her.  I slowly licked her clit with the tip of my tongue from back to front, gently, drawing it out purposely.  I wanted to make her pay for the tortuous desire that she had inflicted on me for the last two months.  But when her thighs tensed and squeezed my face, I couldn't deny her, and I began to stroke her with my tongue  in earnest, fast and steady enough to give her what she needed.  After a few moments her sweet juices began to run down onto my face, and I slid my hands around to cup her perfect buttocks.  As she moaned, I slid the tip of my finger firmly into her ass.  She immediately began to tremble, and the waves of pleasure shook her from head to toe.
 
I was so happy to have given her pleasure, I could have died right there.  She slid down and collapsed on top of me, and I savored the satisfying weight of her on the length of me.  She breathed heavily and deeply as her gorgeous hair rested in a tangle on my cheek.  After a few moments she raised back up on her knees and looked down at me.  A sly smile curved her generous lips as she grabbed my hips and motioned me to roll back over onto my belly.  She then pulled up on my hips, raising me up onto my knees, my ass in the air as she kneeled behind me.  My breath came fast and shallow and ragged -- the anticipation, not being able to see her, was unbearable.  I suddenly felt her hands on me, her fingers spread like a butterfly across the cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart.  She spread my lips with her thumbs, and my existence dissolved to a single point as the tip of her soft tongue slid into the slit between my legs.  She found my clit with her tongue, and plunged both of her thumbs into my wet hole.  I buried my face in my arms as I tried to stifle the sounds of pleasure tearing from my throat, and in moments I was lost in waves of ecstasy too.
 
As we parted with a soft kiss, I was already thinking ahead to my next workout..


