Stepping out of the shower, I wrap my towel around my waist and walk back to the locker room. It’s empty except for my personal trainer, Michelle – who sits fully dressed on one of the benches, smiling at me.

“Was it good?” she asks.

“Oh, yes,” I reply.

She’s been my trainer for eighteen months and really helped me get in shape. Not only very competent, she’s also a beautiful woman. I’d take her to be in her mid-thirties – a bit older than me – but she could easily pass for ten years younger. A pretty face, huge, lively eyes – and of course, a perfectly ripped body.

But what is more – I also know she’s an author of erotic stories. I came across them by chance and have since read several of them online. They’re extremely arousing, and I’ve already masturbated to several of them, making myself ejaculate. Of course, she has no idea.

Or has she? The atmosphere in the locker room is strangely charged. She looks at me with a certain gaze – a bit naughty, perhaps? And she doesn’t turn around to let me get dressed. Or is she expecting me to just drop the towel, letting her see my cock?

“Good to hear,” she says cheerfully. “So – now what?”

I look at her quizzically, trying to figure out what she means.

“I don’t know,” I reply. “Or, yeah, perhaps ... perhaps you could tell me a story.”

Her eyes widen.

“A story?” she asks. “What do you mean?”

I sit down on the opposite end of the bench.

“Oh, I think you know what I mean,” I reply. “One of the good ones.”

I can tell that took her by surprise. She clears her throat and looks around. But we are all alone. Still, she hesitates before replying.

“Okay,” she says calmly. “It happened right here, in the gym. I lay on my back on the bench, lifting and lifting.”

I lie down on the wooden bench and close my eyes. I know the gym by heart and can picture the exact machine she means. A solid construction of shiny black, metal like all the others. They all have that special look, creating a mood of intensity and drama in the gym. The look of the machines – and the constant soundtrack of upbeat pop music. Not always to my taste. But lying there, sweating from the strain, while a young, seductive female voice moans her way through a song – that I can enjoy.

“Apart from me, there were just two guys in the gym,” she goes on. “Two of those really huge bodybuilder types, lifting the seriously heavy dumbbells. One was bald as an egg, the other had short, dark hair and lots of tattoos up and down his arms and legs. I saw their big biceps swelling as they lifted and lowered the weights. And their legs were just as huge and muscular – they were in absolutely great shape. I tried to concentrate on my exercises, but couldn’t really keep my eyes of them. They had a brutish and dangerous kind of vibe about them – but I just have this thing for really big, muscular men. And yeah – they wore pretty tight shorts, revealing that they were also quite well-endowed.”

“I had warmed up by now and put an extra couple of weights on the machine. Then I lay down again and made a few reps. But then it happened. I had a pretty tight T-shirt on that can usually handle the strain. But at the third lift I heard the loud noise of fabric ripping apart. ‘Oh, crap!’ I exclaimed. My top had split in the middle, exposing my naked breasts. I let go of the handles and sat up, trying to cover my breasts as well as I could. But the shirt was literally ripped in half.”

I smile at the thought. I’ve never seen Michelle’s breasts, but through her tight outfit I can clearly see just how big and shapely they are.

“The two men immediately noticed me. They put their dumbbells down and slowly walked toward me. I was about to get up, but the tattooed guy grabbed my arm. ‘Hey!’ he said. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ He held me as the other man grabbed the shreds of my T-shirt, ripping it completely open. ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘ Like that. Fucking nice pair of tits!’ ‘No!’ I protested. ‘Leave me alone!’ But it was no use. They forced me down on my back on the bench and threw themselves at me. Hungrily they began sucking my breasts.”

“Mmm,” I reply.

The story is already pretty hot. I can picture every detail. And the thought of the gorgeous Michelle ravaged by the two brutal bodybuilders makes my cock jump impatiently.