Five Dumb Things Said After Sex: Part 4 of 5
For a woman my age to keep up with men that are half my age, physically I have to look half my age. So I work out every day, watch what I eat, blah blah blah.
Michael Hobson - Personal Trainer, Group Exercise Instructor (photo by Flickr user DrJimiGlide)
By far, LA has the best personal trainers around, seeing as it’s celeb central and all. New York City, on the other hand, has the best-looking personal trainers around, and Manuel is one of them. I think I hired him just because he looks good and wears tight shorts that show his manly bulge.
On my lunch hour, I head over to the New York Sports Club on the Upper West Side to get my daily dose of Manuel. When I walked in after changing one day, Manuel was standing by the main desk talking to his eleven o’clock. My eyes immediately honed in on the space between his legs, and there it was: that huge cock bulging at the seams of his Spandex shorts.
He looked over at me and smiled. “Emilia, are you ready for your work out?”
“Yes, I am.”
“We will start doing some crunches.”
He gestured for me to follow him and spread a mat out on the floor. I sat down, ready to go at it, and he squatted in front of me, holding my ankles. As I did my crunches, the big bulge stared me at me. I looked up at Manuel and he smiled, like he knew what I was looking at.
After my workout, I complained that I was feeling a bit tight in the back. He offered to give me a massage. I agreed, and he told me to met him in room three.
I showered and waited for him. A few minutes later, he walked in ready to release the tension in my back. The way he ran his hands—soft, strong, and oily with massage gel—up and down my back was so sensual.
As I laid on my chest, eyes closed savoring his works of magic, he moved in front of me and began to work on my shoulders.
“You’re tense,” he said, and then leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Relax. Just relax.”
I let out a soft moan, took a deep breath and opened my eyes. In front of me was the huge, bulging cock being held back by tight shorts that I fantasized about. Fuck, I thought. He leaned forward and his hands ran his down my back. His cock was now inches away from my face. I couldn’t resist anymore. I figured that if he didn’t want to do it, he would stop me.
I reached up and peeled the front of his shorts down, pulling out his cock. Those shorts of his hid the immense piece of meat well; it was bigger than I thought. The thing had to be at least ten inches, and I was mesmerized. He looked down at me and smiled.
I slowly sucked on the head of it and then worked my way slowly down the shaft. He grabbed my hair tightly as I sucked like a Hoover wet-vac. I’ve never been great at giving head, so I don’t know what I was doing to make him moan the way he was.
When he pulled me deep into his crotch, I almost choked. His cock was so wide it filled my mouth and locked my jaws. He roughly began moving my head back and forth, and his salty cum began filling my mouth. He grabbed my hair with both hands and almost pulled me off the table, twitching as he climaxed in my mouth.
When he finished he let go and I sat up, swallowed, wiped the cum from my mouth, and panted as I worked my jaws. He walked over to me, gave me a long sloppy kiss, and looked me in the eyes.
“You suck cock like my girlfriend.”
For more Dumb Things Said After Sex, check out parts 1, 2, 3 and 5.
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Lust, sex and New York City are passions of Emilia V. Edmonds. She is a divorced, forty-something cougar who is a self-professed mental slut, and who enjoys spreading her mind and thoughts to as many men or women as possible.
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