Somewhere he had already met this beautifully folded, long-legged girl in a bright red gymnastics leotard ... Pasha thought about it immediately, as soon as she sat down on a soft mat and asked for a group for individual lessons.

“You know,” she remarked, smiling slyly, “there are simply legends about your method of exotic shaping in the sophisticated female society of our capital ... They say that you can bring any client back within two weeks.” And they say that you have a record for six months ahead.

Rising from the mat, for a moment he looked at his potential client: narrow sloping shoulders, tight round little breasts, thin waist, strong hips and mouthwatering, like ripe Antonovka, knees ...

“Okay,” he waved his hand. - We'll come up with something. Now I’ll run into the shower, rinse myself, and you go to the gym for individual lessons ... - He sighed heavily: - Although, to tell the truth, I am tired of something today.

You will get tired - even if you are a healthy twenty-year-old man under two meters tall, with powerful musculature, - after all, the first fan of exotic shaping, the wife of some big financier, was pretty exhausted. This medium height, plump, about thirty years old, the brunette was so touchingly embarrassed when she talked about her problems: you know, something bothers me about the stomach, see, sticks out ... I sat on diets and tried all sorts of folk remedies, but to no avail see ...

“Do not worry,” he reassured, escorting the client into the hall for individual classes, where the entrance to the rest of the public was forbidden. - We'll come up with something. Let's start with light loads ... - And then, with powerful arms folded across my chest, I watched the financier's wife, sitting on a simulator for working with the abdominal muscles, perform a series of bends forward ... "But she's nothing," Pasha said to himself . Full breasts juicy rounded in the neckline of a closed swimsuit, the plump tummy strained from the load at the time of tilting back, and so appetizing, under the thin fabric, a small, sloping pubis ...

Having warmed it up with a series of simple exercises, he conducted it to the wall of the Swedish, raised it. Grabbing her hands on the bar, she hung a little, gathering her strength, then lifted her closed legs, doing the "corner", and he sat down slightly, waiting for her knees to fall gently onto his shoulders.

- Rest ... - he whispered, gently lowering his hand on her pubis. He pulled the side of the swimsuit sideways, pulled his hand under it, touched the soft, warm entrance to the bosom.

- Lord, what are you doing? - She gasped in amazement, but he, lifting her in his arms, carried him to a corner of the hall, put him on a mat, lowered the swimsuit's shoulder-strap, then another, felt her soft breasts, feeling how quickly her nipples harden.

She dutifully gave herself undress and lay, opening her sensual mouth, often-and often breathing loudly, and started when her huge body matched the rest of her muscles — the pumped flesh began to slowly penetrate her.

“Now we will increase the load a little,” he whispered in her ear and at that moment entered her with such a powerful impulse that she shuddered with her whole body, screamed out muffled and went limp at once, completely surrendering to the gambling whim of this young man who was lying on her, literally pressing her weight of his powerful body in the mat. He gave the hips back, stopped for a moment, giving her the opportunity to feel the sweetness of waiting, then hit him with the same determination and did not stop, with his every strong push literally crushing the woman's body ...

- Well, how are the abdominal muscles? - in a businesslike tone, he asked in a short pause. - In my opinion, there will be five or six more such lessons, and you will not have any problems with this ... However, let's increase the load a little more, - he nodded in the direction of one of the simulators with a mobile platform and noted to himself that the lady seems to have gotten to the taste ...

She definitely entered: dropping onto a movable couch, she grasped the handles, from which the taut strings of the expander stretched to the wall, pulled the handles down - the platform began to move, drove off to the high wall of the simulator, and slowly spread her legs to the sides, waiting for him to go down kneel and direct your flesh toward her bosom. She slightly weakened the effort, the platform slowly crawled forward, and he watched, not without interest, as the woman’s bosom floated on his penis and completely absorbed him. She tensed again, setting the movable panel in motion, then relaxed and no longer stopping, urging the training lounger to move back and forth, but at that moment when it exploded, the forces left her, the palms opened, and the arms of the expander flew off to the wall ...

- Well, how do you think the result? - She inquired after about ten minutes, standing in his profile and stroking her soft tummy with her palm. - Tomorrow will continue our shaping?

"I still have to live till tomorrow," he thought wistfully.

And - as the water looked.

The second, third and fourth lovers of exotic shaping turned out to be dull traditionalists, but on the fifth they had to sweat ...

She appeared in the hall in a dazzling white terry robe, quickly threw it off, and it turned out that she had nothing under the bathrobe. Driving away the low bangs that creep over her eyes with air spittle, she with a cool smile on her thin lips, frozen in aggressive, some kind of lips, approached him closely, and the next moment he felt how nimble her stiff fingers penetrated under tight tight hips sports shorts, find his penis and start massaging him so vigorously that Pasha instinctively recoiled. His gaze fell on the exercise bike, standing next to the wall, and then a crazy thought suddenly visited him ... He crossed the hall, lowered the bicycle seat to the maximum, sat down on it, leaning back against the steering rail, and winked:

- Take a ride?

She rolled: she climbed up from above, felt his flesh sliding on the inside of her thigh, gently directed her, led her back and forth with her hips, froze for a moment, and then collapsed down so abruptly that Pasha involuntarily uttered a stifled moan ... Peering from side, she gently lowered her feet on the pedals, leaned forward, abruptly, as after taking a stack of vodka, exhaled, and at that moment something started to happen really exotic ... He suddenly felt how in the depths of her bottomless womb what vague motion enveloping his flesh in soft pulsations. And it really was something: only after some time he guessed it - she was pedaling! And now he was keenly watching how she slowly increases the pace, and was amazed at her endurance. It took at least half an hour, and she worked with the former frenzy on the track - now lifting herself up, then falling off, and he felt her noisy hot breath on her face ... This crazy race lasted on the ghostly track, it seemed, endlessly - until , impulsively arched and almost throwing off this crazy cyclist from herself, did not explode ... A short, powerful shudder shook her puny body, she cried out shrill, completely surrendered to insane madness on his slowly cooling flesh, and then remarked:

- It was a good sprint ... But another time we drive for long distances.

“Everything is well arranged here,” said this, the sixth, walking through the room for individual lessons. Something in the very plasticity of her smooth movements, in a relaxed, with a slight jump, gait, in a sly smile was such that Pasha with a slight faint note in himself a vague impulse of desire and muttered:

- What the hell?!

What the hell really is - after such an intense day at work, he again clearly felt how heavy, poured with warmth, it would seem, more recently, anemic flesh, and again a misty veil appears before my eyes, gently enveloping the pretty figure of this girl, frozen in Sweden walls.

Leaning low, she pressed herself against the wall with paddles, twisted her arms, clutched at the crossbar and, smoothly lifting the body, hung upside down, stretched out into a tight chord. And then, just as smoothly, she started to lower her legs, touched the toes of the floor, and so froze, invitingly sticking out her tightly tight ass shorts. He probably lost control of himself at that moment. Quickly approaching, he lowered his hands to her strong hips, with a sharp movement he pulled off his shorts and quickly, not feeling resistance, entered into her and from that moment he didn’t understand what was happening to him ...

“An interesting technique,” ​​she grinned as they, exhausted, lay on the mats.

And then it came to Pasha. Yes, he had definitely met this girl before! He saw her catch a glimpse at one of the prestigious fitness centers more than a year ago - she worked with a group of some fat, fat-minded men ... - No, in fact, this exercise on a stationary bike seems to me promising. And the swing of the press on the mobile panel, too ... Well, well, do not be angry, - she gently patted his cheek. - Exchange, so to speak, experience. My girlfriends agreed to work with you "guinea pigs". - She sprang up to her feet, quickly pulled on her shorts and, patting small tight breasts with her hands, added: over it tomorrow evening? - She squatted on her haunches and whispered in his ear: - So you see, don’t bother with exclusive clients here ...