By Emily your favorite hot girlToday I decided to start my day with energy.. and dweat. I put on my tightest workout outfit: a white top that showed just enough to draw attention, and black leggings so tight the looked like the were painted on my skin. No underwear, of course .I love feeling free.. and a little naughty.As sonn as I walked into the gym, the looks said it all. Weights weren^t the only thing being lifed that day.I started with squarts in front of the mirror, feeling how each movement made the material slide between my curves. I felt people starin at my butt, and that only turned me on more. I bit my lip and toyed with the idas of beding over a little more than necessary. Idid it.One of the trainers approached and offered ?help?with my posture. His voice was deep, direct, with that undisguised look in his eyes. I let him correct me. He stood behind me and placed his hands an my hips. I felt his firm, hard body, pressing a little too tightly aganst mine. I said nothing.. I just smiled. And I continued moving slowly, as if i were doing it just for him.Later, in the stretching room, I found a secluded corner. I lay on may back, legs spread, breathing deply. Slowly, I began to stretch my body, bringing one leg over my head, revealing every coner of my hot, sweaty skin. A mirror infront of me showed me everything… and him too. Yes, the trainer was still waching me. And I was not just exerciding anymore: I was playeng with fire.I approached the locker room. I knew he woul come. I clised the door behind me and let him in. The rest… well, I will save that for toniht?s prvate show.Would you like to see how that story ended?Meybe you will be my new personal trainer… but without clothes.
