The Broken Hot Water Heater incident

A couple of years ago I realized that I needed more of a cardio workout.

I did lots of summer outdoor activities, but they are hard to do during slush season. Lots of people cycle through the winter in Toronto, but even that isn't always much of workout, with a stop-sign every block.

So, I'm a regular at an aerobics studio in my building. I take the 10am class, since I can usually skip out for an hour, and I tend to have working lunches with clients. I'm usually the only guy in the class. There is a mix of younger and older women, mostly from the neighbour. Our building has apartments and offices. The view is usually excellent - this is the advanced class, and few of the ladies in the class are not there for improvement - just maintenance.

I had been away on business for a week, and I arrived back late Wednesday night, and went to the class as usual on Thursday. There are separate change rooms, so I was used to being alone in the men's change facilities. I entered the exercise room, and was surprised to see the lights out. I turned them on, and colonized my usual spot on the floor.

A woman stuck her head in, and said: "Hello? Can I help you?" I recognized her as the owner of the place - April. Usually one of the other instructors did the mornings.

"I'm here for the 10am class.... where is everyone?". I admired April's excellent physique - a 5'6" lady, busty, but not overly so, and the exercise jumper she wore provided lots of support, and some concealment too.

April replied, "uh, the water heater had a small explosion yesterday, we cancelled all the classes... there were notices up... how could you have missed it? "

I explained that I had been away, and then we both realized that the mess was only in the women's change rooms.

April thought for a minute, "Well, as long as you are here, perhaps I can try out a new routine with you?"

It sounded good to me - anything to keep her from kicking me out, to return to my less interesting looking office.

April turned on the music, and we started a normal warm up routine. She led me through a number of new stretches, a number that I already knew, and into the cardio portion of the workout. She had added some new steps, some of which I had trouble with.

April was at the front of the room, facing away. Most of the teachers found it easier to use the mirrors to watch the class, so that there was no confusion about right/left. This also meant that I normally got a very good view of the instructors' ass. Since I tried to stick to the back of the
classroom for the view, I usually got a good view of everyone. April had an amazing ass. It was round in ways that dancers usually aren't, yet muscular and firm.

I was watching her as she demonstrated a new move. Natually, I was distracted, and I screwed up the move. April noticed in the mirror, and she stopped, came over behind me, and guided my arms and legs into the right motions. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck, and I was instantly very excited. I got a bit embarassed and fumbled the move even worse. I
hoped at the time that April hadn't noticed, would assume that I was just nervous with the new moves.

April first stood behind me, put her hand on my upper right thigh, and guided my leg to the right place. She then had me stop with my right leg forward in a kind of lunge, she moved down to my left foot and had me turn it in the way she wanted, and moved my hips around so that I was now in a left leg forward lunge. It sounds very simple, but I was rather distracted - she seemed to rub against my back as she adjusted my hips.

To make things worse, she then said to stay where I was, and she stepped in front of me, asking me to hang on to her hips. Slowly, we both switched back and forth in this move. As she rotated her ass at the last moment of the switch, she fell back against me, brushing the front of my shorts with her ass. Well, she couldn't have missed feeling my hard cock almost jump out of my shorts that time. I wondered if she had done that on purpose.

"Well, we seem to have lost our cardio rhythm, maybe we should do a couple of stretches. I noticed you don't touch your toes quite right."

(My heart rate was now very elevated, so I thought, "speak for yourself")

April then had me stand with my legs shoulder width apart. She stood in front of me, turned 90 degrees from me. "There are two things that you can stretch when you touch your toes. Either your back or your hamstrings. The trick is whether you rotate your pelvis or not."

"Watch my ass closely as I do this." (How could I say no?)

She then touched her toes while keeping her pelvis straight. "That stretched my back". She did it again, this time rotating her pelvis so her back remained straight. "Now I'm stretching the backs of my legs"

"Uhm", I said, mostly trying to deal with being told to look at her ass. She seemed to interpret that as lack of understanding, "Here, let me demonstrate again."

April turned so she was immediately in front of me, took my hands and put them on each side of her pelvis. She took a small step backwards, so her ass was pressed right up against me, and wiggled bit so that my hard cock was between her ass checks. She clenched her ass once, and said point-of-fact-ly, "If I do a back stretch", (she bent from the back), "you get no friction, while if I do a leg stretch", (she bent with her pelvis), "your cock gets harder".

"Personally, I have a lot more problems with my legs, so I'm going to stretch my legs", April explained as she moved my hands down her sides, so they were holding the sides of her legs. She then bent over and touched her toes. "remember to always breath out as you relax into the stretch", she added. I was breathing pretty hard by this point. Relaxation wasn't really
possible.

After 5 full stretches, she straightened up, and announced, "Now for some deep knee bends. Do them with me." With that, she took my left hand and put it on her mons, and put my right hand on her right breast. "Hold me closer, as we go down." Slowly, we bent our knees. Her ass rubbed against me, squeezed me. I thought I'd explode at that moment. I tried to hang on.

Her back rubbed against my chest, lighting all of me on fire, and April moaned slightly as I caressed her body.

My mind raced - wondering if this was all real. I had no idea when she decided to do this to me, but I didn't care. Were my leers that obvious? If so, that was a bit embarrassing. Maybe I had leered too much in class?

On the other hand, they appeared to have paid off. I wondered what would happen next.

Deep knee bends are hard to do. They take a lot of concentration, particularly if you do them as slowly as possible. I started to sweat, and I could hear April's breathing match her efforts. By the 8th bend, my fingers had invaded her clothing, and I'd rubbed both nipples to excitement. I suspected she had gotten wet down below, as I rubbed her through her jumper. While concentrating on all of this, I lost my balance, and fell backwards.

April feel backwards on top of me. She giggled. "Are you okay, she asked?"

I assured her I was fine. "Fine? I sure hope you mean horny and distracted!" she ranted, smiling, cheeks aglow. I laughed in agreement. "Maybe we should use a mat?" and she walked over to the pile, and grabbed one, bringing it over to where I was, now sitting, and told me to get on it. I did as instructed, and April sat on my lap, facing me, pushed me down onto my back.

April then kissed me. It wasn't unexpected, and yet it was totally unexpected. The toe-touching/deep-knee-bends groping had some kind of innocence attached to it - like we weren't really doing anything unusual. That feeling had disappeared with her mild rant. It was a chaste kiss at first, then it exploded into a full french kiss. I ran my hands over her body,
wondering how one gets a jumpsuit off.

She answered that question as she finished kissing me, by asking, "will you come fuck me in my office? Bring the mat!"

With that she jumped up, and basically ran out of the studio, undoing some buttons, and a zippers that I hadn't even known existed, and pulling her top off. I followed, and in a moment we were in her office, the chair behind her desk lifted on top of her desk, leaving room for the mat fill the floor. There was barely enough space. It was very intimate. I wondered why she wanted to be in here. On the other hand, it was lot more private.

She had her shoes off, her top and sports bra off, and one shoulder of her jump suit off when she reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head. Naturally, she stopped with my arms in a tangle, pressed herself to me, and kissed me again. She reached for my shorts, and pushed them
down, and I wiggled them off. Her right hand found my cock and balls, and stroked them slowly as she kissed me. She then finished pulling my shirt over my head, threw it in a corner, and instructed, "remove the rest of my cloths. Make sure to kiss me everywhere."

I'm obedient when asked nicely, and I complied. I kissed her now exposed breasts, and pulled her jumpsuit off, kissing her tummy, sides, back, ass, legs. I carefully missed her mons, hoping to be scolded later. I was bending over to reach her legs, and she moved my ass around slightly, told me to stretch my legs, and changed her caresses of my balls from the front, to my
crotch.

"I've been very cruel to you," April said after some moments of thought. "It doesn't look like you are going to last much longer". She had that right!

Her jump suit and all clothing were now in a nice pile, and I was bent over trying to kiss the backs of her knees. They seemed a bit ticklish. I was about to work my way up her leg again, when she stopped me, and pushed me down on the mat. I wasn't quite sure when she had rolled the condom on me - the cock rub had simply never stopped.

April then got on top of me, adjusted my cock to penetrate her, and placing my hands on her ass, kissed me. I came. There wasn't really any prelude or extended trusting. It just happened. April didn't seem to care.

I stayed hard for awhile longer, and April rode me to a small scream.

April then suggested, "I think you need a shower. I think I'll wash you. I noticed that you failed to kiss my whole body. I think that you'll have to do something about that!"

I smiled. Nobody expected be back at the office that afternoon. Nor were they going to see me that day.

Here is a video to go with this:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L_fCqg92qks

A xmas trip to the bookstore

It was on the second floor of a Chapters bookstore that I first saw her.
Glasses, white blouse with a knee length grey skirt, and festive green leggings. At 5'9, she was tall, with non-stop legs. Her brown hair was tied up with a pencil. A name tag said "Bridget"

It was in one of the reading sections -- the areas with couches for patrons to sit and read the books. One of the couches had been pushed aside, and a 7' Yule tree was standing there, waiting to be decorated.

It was 10am on a Tuesday morning, the bookstore was deserted. I was there to find some obscure documentation that I needed for my work. She was there trying to put the lights on the tree.

She was standing on a chair, trying to wrap the lights around the top of the tree. The mess of lights was coming out of the box tangled, and she had clearly tried to keep the mess untangled by wrapping the length around a couch first.

I was approaching to ask her if she could direct me to the appropriate section. She turned to talk to me, and with a snap, her heel broke, and she started to fall off the chair.

I was right there, so I tried to catch her. I missed, but, I managed to deflect her fall so that she landed on the couch, and I grabbed the string of lights, so that she didn't pull the tree down on top of her.

Having anchored one end of the tangle, the other end got loose, and poor Bridget rolled onto the couch, with the string of lights getting there first. Somehow she was now completedly tangled up, with her arms pinned by a string of lights, which she was also lying on.

I wondered if she was okay, and I asked her. Clearly she was, because she giggled, and explained that the sudden fright was quite fun. "Could you help me?", she pleaded.

I looked at her. I looked at the green nylons covering fabulous legs.
I noticed that her grey skirt had ridden up a bit, and I could see some inner thigh showing.

She noticed my interest, and spread her legs slightly, giving me a better view.

"Yes, I think that I can help you."

I proceeded to walk over to the free end of the string of lights, and I plugged them in. I now had a partly lit up tree, and a very well decorated lady.

"Let me see if I can free you a bit."

I got down on my knees in front of the couch, and moving her left leg a bit, I slide her skirt up slightly. I looked at her for permission.
I watched as Bridget quickly looked around the store --- it was still deserted, and nodded quickly. She was smiling an evil smile.

I kissed the left inner thigh. And then the right. then the left. Then the right. No panties were to be found. I exhaled deeply on her snatch, and she squirmed.

I then took the entire snatch --- labia, clitoris, etc. into my mouth in a large sucking kiss. I finished with a long lick, from bottom to top.

Withdrawing slightly, I licked the left labia upwards, the right one downwards, and then, cross through the middle, tickled her now erect clitoris. I spelt "A".

She spread her legs wider, putting them on my shoulders to let me get even closer.

Then B... upwards on the left, then two swirls. C... D... and my favorite, E. Bridget was making no small amount of noise by this time, and moaned happily at the completion of F.

As I started on G, she pressed down on her legs, lifting her back, and the string of lights she was lying on, got loose, untangling her.

Bridget's mind popped back to where she was. She quickly pushed me away, and stood up, straightening her skirt, and tucking her blouse back.

"my god... I don't even know your name!"

She then took me by the hand, and leading me quickly through a "staff only" door, and entered a small stock office. Once inside, she bolted the door shut.

Sensing this was a critical moment, I put my right arm around her waist, and pulled her to me, and we kissed passionately. She pressed herself against me, and she grabbed my tight ass with her right hand. Breaking the kiss to nibble on my neck, and said breathlessly, "strip me. Fuck me. There's a condom in my purse. Don't say a word."

I proceeded to undress her slowly. I removed her skirt, and she removed my shirt. I removed her bra, and kissed her nipples and her breasts. She fumbled with my fly, and finally got my penis out.

She rubbed her left breast against my cut shaft, and then artfully donned the shealth. I had her turn around, leaning her hands against her desk, and Ientered her from behind.

"cum for me now", she panted, and dutifully, I did.

I wasn't sure where the woman who'd delighted in being restrained had gone... I suspected that she would soon restrain me.

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