Working Nights Part 1 - Sex Stories

Working Nights Part 1

... every sport. But even she didn't know what she was missing. I spent a heck of a lot of time with that one, and of course, it all started very slow, everything was gentle and paced. But over time as our relationship grew, we started to try new things, and her timid little steps got bolder, braver. I loved working with her, I loved stretching her out and showing her how things worked. And I loved seeing how her tight, little body responded. She just started to look so much more confident, like she finally realized she looked amazing. She even started dressing differently."

Maria looked around the room as if someone might have heard the woman talking, and that she might get in trouble.

The woman went on, "But she only started dressing differently around me, that's what she told me anyway. I thought it was cute that she was doing that for me. I mean, there's this stunning eighteen-year-old black girl who's looking up at me with her big saucer eyes, hanging on to every word I say, doing everything I tell her, and now she's going the extra mile to impress me.

"She had gotten so obsessed with trying to look good for me that one day she invited me to the mall so I could just pick something out for her. I never told her that she always looked great and that it didn't matter, but I was just having too much fun. And, she liked it. I mean of course she was nervous at first, that first time we were alone in a dressing room together. So she turned away from me and unzipped her ...

... jeans.

"It's my job to keep track of her progress with each of our sessions, and as much as I thought I knew about her body I still had no idea how much of an impact our training had had. When she pulled those pants down in front of me for the first time I was speechless. It almost looked like she hadn't been wearing any underwear the way her black thong melded into her dark skin. It wasn't a very substantial piece of cloth either, so my girl's butt just swallowed it up. And I could see little goosebumps popping up along her cheeks. Then, she bent forward and began tugging to rid herself of her tight jeans. But she didn't make a serious effort. Instead of watching her hands, she had her eyes fixed on the mirror and was looking at me. It's almost like she was stalling, waiting for me to get in close behind her."

Maria ripped the little speakers from her ears. She looked around and found the whole gym nearly deserted. She strained her ears and picked up on a faint sound in the distance. A quiet conversation drifted over from the far side, from the area reserved for yoga and stretching. She set the broom down and very stealthily made her way over. Maria peeked her head around a rack of weights.

Jennifer was on her knees, pressing down on a girl's calf. "Is this OK? How does it feel, think we can go a little more?"

The thick white girl flashed her teeth and grunted. "No, yeah, this is fine, but not too much further," she said.

But Maria thought she noticed something ...