Alicia's Personal Trainerbyepix0©Al

Alicia's Personal Trainer
byepix0©

Alicia looked down at the screen on her treadmill. 4 miles, she thought to herself. 4 miles is good. Just one more and I'll be done for the day. As she looked up a tall, dark figure working out in the free weights section across the room grabbed her attention. He had to be at least 6'4" with a muscular build and strong jawed face. His skin was a light shade of black. Every muscle flexed with each bicep curl he did. It was as if her dream man manifested before her eyes; LL Cool J's body with Denzel Washington's face. After gazing for a couple of minutes, she immediately looked down at her wedding ring and felt the guilt wash over her. Besides, who was she kidding? A man like that would never even notice her.

Alicia had always walked with an air of confidence until lately. Being married and comfortable, she felt she had let herself go a bit. Unbeknownst to her, she was still grabbing men's attention. She stood about 5'7", her long curly hair tied back in a ponytail, with full 40D's and a shapely, voluptuous frame topped off with a big round booty. She was no skinny Minnie, but not obese. She was a full figured Latina definitely not without some sexy assets.

She looked back down at the screen. It read 5 miles. She turned off the treadmill and grabbed her gym towel. As she patted her brow and her chest, damping up all the sweat that trickled down, she looked across the room again. Her black Adonis looked away nervous. She wondered, had he been checking her out from a far just the same? No way. Still, she decided to find out for sure. She stepped down from the machine and walked a little bit closer to the free weights area towards the resistance training machines. Alicia laid flat on the leg curling machine, adjusted the weight and began working out. As she continued her lifts she could feel the muscles in her legs and butt tighten and strengthen. She made certain to tighten and protrude her butt as much as possible as she mounted the machine. She peeked over back at him. He was watching her again! After a few more reps she got up, wiped the machine down and faced in his direction.

She felt some final stretching was in order. She bent down and touched her ankles, exposing her massive cleavage pouring from her sports bra in his direction. She looked up at him and the two made eye contact briefly before he looked away. Having accomplished both her work out and unexpected flirting goals for the day, Alicia made her way to the exit feeling much more confident than when she arrived.

What's the harm, she thought. Glad he enjoyed the view and the confidence boost is nice. I'll probably never see him again anyway. Just then she reached in her gym bag for her keys. No jingle could be heard. Oh my god. Not again.

Alicia ran to her car window and peered inside. There they were, her keys, just laying on her passenger seat right next to her cell phone. Fantastic. Now what? It was at least a 5 mile march back to the house which she was in no mood to commence not to mention the verbal assault she would get at home from her husband for being so reliably forgetful. She turned, leaned against the driver side door and closed her eyes. She began rubbing the stress and frustration from her forehead. Suddenly, she felt a large strong hand grab her wrist and guide it down.

"Miss, are you ok," asked a deep, bass filled voice.

She opened her eyes and saw a huge, muscular black manly chest barely covered with a muscle shirt. She slowly guided her eyes up looking at every muscle from his large biceps, up to his broad burly shoulders, finally arriving to his chiseled, handsome face. It was him. It was actually him towering over her right now.

"I-I feel so s-stupid," Alicia stuttered. She steadied her nerves and took a breath. She giggled a bit and continued. "I locked my keys and my cell phone in my car again. I can't believe it."

"Oh, well that's too bad. I can help you out though," the man replied.

"Do you have a phone," Alicia inquired.

"No I don't, not on me," he replied. "But I can give you a lift back to your place."

"I don't think that'll do me much good, really. I have no key to get in," Alicia said as she looked away innocently. "Besides, my husband isn't home from work so he can't let me in either."

"Well, why don't you let me give you a ride back to my place and you can call someone to help you out," he suggested.

"I'm not sure," Alicia replied with hesitation.

"Here, let me properly introduce myself a bit. My name is Tyrone. I live just a few miles away."

Tyrone held out his hand to shake. Alicia reached out and grasped it. It is huge and firm. Her mind flooded with thoughts of it running along her body and caressing her curves, reaching and grabbing, every part of her. She looked down his body, admiring his physique and stopped at the sight of his enormous bulge protruding from his baggy sweat pants.

"Ma'am?"

She finally snapped herself out of her gaze and focused back on his face.

"Yes, I'm so sorry my mind just- I'm Alicia. Thanks." She quietly thought to herself some more. "I think I'll take you up on that. Do you live far?"

"Not at all, Alicia. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman."

Alicia giggled, "Thank you."

"Actually I don't live far at all. Just a few miles down the street near Thompson."

"You're kidding," Alicia replied, "I live right off of Thompson."

"Well if that's the case, you should just let me give you a lift to my place, you can relax from your workout and call your husband once he gets out of work," Tyrone said, "I've got plenty of drinks and a nice, new couch for us to chill on.

"Can I take a shower first," she asked.

Tyrone looked her up and down."Anything you want."

Alicia smiled and turned away to hide her blushing visage.

Tyrone unlocked the front door and opened it for Alicia. She slowly entered and took in the beauty of his home. Every piece of furniture in the living room was pure Italian leather centered around a huge flat screen TV. She could see in the kitchen and found all modern appliances and marble countertops. He followed in behind her and guided her to the living room where she had a seat on his luxurious couch. He sat on a recliner adjacent to her.

"You been a member of the gym long," Tyrone inquired.

"Just a few weeks. I was really dissatisfied with where I was physically by the end of the year that I decided to start going," Alicia replied.

"I can't imagine you would be very dissatisfied with a body like that."

"Oh stop. But thank you. I guess the visits have been paying off," she said coyly.

"I'm sure there was nothing wrong with you before," Tyrone said. "You seem very fine to me and I'm sure your husband appreciates every inch of you. At least, I hope he does."

"Of course," she said, "but it's comforting to know when someone else notices."

Tyrone grins. "I know I'm guilty of that. You saw me stealing glances at you, didn't you?"

"Depends. Did you see me watching you," Alicia retorts.

"I guess we're both guilty then, huh?