I’d been going to the gym for 6 months and managed to flatten bits here, firm bits there, but it was taking a huge amount of effort to get to my desired perfect 10 (ok perfect 12 would make me just as happy), so I decided to employ a personal trainer who met me twice a week at the gym to speed things along. Jane was a tall woman, around 30 or so with pale skin, long red hair and figure that was, I thought at the time, a little too manly…true she had a bum to absolutely die for in her black spandex, and her legs were very toned but her boobs seemed non existent. We were like chalk and cheese, me with my curvaceous size 14, spilling out of my crop-top tee shirt and shorts.

Anyway, Jane worked me really hard and we got on ever so well. She was married so as far as I was concerned she was off limits, and anyhow she was unaware of my bi side, so I contented myself with sly glances at that fabulous derriere from time to time. We mostly met in the mornings but because of work commitments I had to rearrange for 9pm one evening. As ever we worked out hard in the near empty gym and as usual I worked up a sweat. At the end of the hour I was knackered and thanked Jane and headed for the showers. She was going to spend a quick 10 mins on the cross trainer. I thought “Rather you than me dear!” and left her to it.In the changing room I peeled off my sweaty gear and gathered my shower gel and flannel. I paused to admire my figure in the mirror…I was really starting to notice a difference, my tummy was flatter, my boobs appeared to be sitting a little higher than normal (though I have no idea whether that was an optical illusion!) and overall I just looked healthier. I wandered to the showers and stepped into a cubicle. There was no one else around at this hour so I didn’t bother pulling the curtain on my cubicle and I let the powerful jet of hot water course over me. I always loved this bit and was soon away in a reverie as the hot jets pummled my tired body. After god know how long my eyes fluttered open and with the steam and hot water in my eyes I wasn’t sure what I was seeing, but as my eyes cleared I saw it was Jane, framed in the entrance of my cubicle, her hands resting casually on either wall watching me. What surprised me more about this was her warm smile and her nudity which was startling in a way I hadn’t banked on. Nude, her hips were fuller than I imagined and her breasts, although small, were just darling...perfect little mounds capped with small dark nipples. Before I could utter a word she slid into my cubicle and pulled the curtain. I stood back as she let the water cascade over her skin. I simply stared goggle-eyed as the water bounced off her body. Her proximity was intimidating. I had my back to the side wall, and she turned to face me and placed her hands on the wall either side of me. She was a good four inches taller than me and I felt quite overwhelmed. That little smile played over her mouth again and she cocked her head slightly and leant down and kissed me. A little gasp escaped my lips as her mouth connected with mine. I placed my hands on her hips more to steady myself than anything else. Her tongue worked inside my mouth and we melted into a long lingering kiss. I felt her body fuse onto mine as my hands slipped round to cup her lovely bottom. She began to writhe her body against mine as we kissed, and I knew I was losing control rapidly.
Her tongue swirled into my ear then closed over my neck. I chewed my lower lip, my eyes fluttering closed as I gave into waves of intense pleasure. My fingers were kneading her firm buttocks, pulling them apart and pushing them together. Jane kissed down to the upper slope of my left breast. She glanced up at me, almost for permission – as if she needed it by now!/p>Her tongue connected with my thick nipple then her lips slowly closed over the aerole and she began to suck. I was groaning now, quietly and rhythmically. Her hands were on my hips as she suckled my breast. She transferred her attention to my right breast and cupped it with both hands before sucking the nipple deeply into her mouth. My fingers were tangled in her hair.The water on the shower then tuned itself off and the sudden silence was deafening. She stood up and looked at me. All we could hear was our heavy breathing and the sound of dripping water. Jane smiled, and then with no preamble, she cupped my mound, and kissed me passionately again. The feeling of her hand on my mound was delicious, I sucked her tongue slavishly as her middle finger moved up and down my swollen cleft. I pushed my hips toward her and her finger sank into me. I moaned as we kissed and I cupped her face, the kiss intensifying. She moved her finger up inside me, pressing the front of my vaginal wall from the inside, finding my spot with such ease. As I became wetter, her forefinger joined the first and she pumped wetly in and out. Her thumb pressed on my (by now very) engorged clit. I was practically mewling like a cat as we kissed, my hips thrusting. As my orgasm began to build her fingers started to twist inside me. My legs began to shake and she pressed her thumb on my clit and held it there. I think she knew I was going to scream when I came as placed her hand over my mouth and kissed my neck as I orgasmed.As I calmed down we once again fell into an embrace and kissed soulfully, hands wrapped round one another. We walked into the changing area and began to dry off. I couldn’t take my eyes off Jane and I just wanted to return the feelings she gave me. She had her back to me and was drying her legs, one foot on the floor, that leg straight, the other foot on the bench. She was bent over, drying between her toes. The view was sublime. Her pussy was totally exposed, her bum perfect, her long legs taut and shapely.I walked over to her and leant down. I kissed her bum. Lots of tiny kisses all over that gorgeous bottom. She didn’t move, just stopped drying herself. I let my tongue roam over each buttock and then lazily traced a line down between her cheeks. I paused for a moment and licked her anus briefly and then drifted down to her succulent sex. I kissed her outer lips and tasted her, letting my mouth graze softly over her sex, but I had to lick her. My tongue pushed its way over her outer lips, and into her inner folds, lapping, searching, licking, tasting. Jane’s head was resting on her knee a she was breathing hard and deeply. My mouth was wide open on her now, my tongue buried inside her. She tasted so wonderful and I just wanted to devour her. I saw she was working her clit, which was utterly enormous, as I licked her. My face was slick with her juices as I lapped and sucked on her. As her fingers increased their speed on her clit I knew she was close to orgasm so I lapped at her pussy with the feeling and emotion that I could. Jane pushed back against my mouth as she climaxed and I could feel the muscles of her pussy pulsing around my tongue. She came without a sound except a small groan. We both stood and she caressed my face. We melted into yet another long lingering kiss right there in the middle of the changing room, where usually there had been so many people milling about. But for now, just two women with a shared secret desire.