Basic training

It was a quarter till nine in the morning and I was running late. Well, not really. I was just in a hurry to get to the health club. I’d volunteered to be an instructor in ‘free weight training a couple of months ago, and I’d found it was something I never regretted. This morning, for example, I had an appointment with a new chick that had just joined a couple of days ago. Her name was Lisa, and from what I’d seen of her the other day is what put me in such a rush this morning. She was a knockout!!

I’d been down in the free weight room in the middle of instructing some high school k** in doing a proper bench press when she’d come in. I’d felt my groin stir the moment I laid eyes on her. She couldn’t have looked more out of place as she strolled through the room, heading in my direction. The weight room was drab and undecorated, but she, on the other hand, was decked out in business clothes and was far from looking drab! Her thick black hair lightly bounced with each step she took, and the smooth fluid movement of her walk was right off the fashion show walkway! I hadn’t checked out her facial beauty until she had got right up to me, and once I did, I’d found it staggering! Everything about her spoke of high-class. Her walk, looks, attire, and demeanor. Everything! I found her rather intimidating despite my substantial size. We’d walked off to the far side of the room for privacy and had discussed the issue of me being able to fit her in for a lesson in free weights. Though it hadn’t been necessary, I would have canceled all my other appointments just for the chance to be at her side again!