Instructor touches her everywhere! Very hot sports training
Sweat glistened on corporates bodies as the sun beat down mercilessly on the outdoor training field. Powerful thighs flexed with each stride, toned abs contracted and expanded with ragged breaths. The instructor, a statuesque beauty with icy blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, watched intently from the sidelines. Her eyes raked over her students, hungry for the slimmest gap in technique that she could ruthlessly exploit.
Her star pupil, a tall, athletically built woman named Eva, caught her gaze. A sly smirk played across her full lips as she jogged over. “Instructor, I think you’ll find my form is perfect today,” she purred, leaning in close.
The instructor’s eyes narrowed, landing on Eva like a hawk spotting a mouse. “Is that so?” She reached out, powerful fingers wrapping around Eva’s slender bicep, testing her muscle. “An inch too slack.” Her touch lingered, fingertips tracing the outline of Eva’s shoulder, her clavicle, the delicate indentation of her throat. “And too many tremors. You’re losing focus, my dear.”
Eva shivered under the intense scrutiny, pulse quickening where the instructor touched, despite the scorching heat. “Perhaps a more hands-on demonstration is in order, hmm?” she breathed, raising an eyebrow.
A wicked grin spread across the instructor’s face, appraisal morphing into something more carnal. “I thought you’d never ask.” She grabbed Eva’s hand, pulling her towards one of the nearby benches. The rest of the class paused in their drills, stealing glances at the unfolding scene, tingles of excitement shooting up their spines.
“Assume the position,” the instructor commanded, voice low and commanding. Eva needed no further encouragement, turning to bend over the bench, legs spread wide. The instructor knelt behind her, hands landing heavily on her quivering thighs. “Remember, baby steps. No rushed lunge.”
Her hands slid upwards, thumbs digging into the meat of Eva’s ass, kneading the glutes deeply. “Hips back,” she moaned, leaning forward to murmur against the shell of Eva’s ear. “Focus on balance. Sadly, you lack stability in your stance.” Her palm cracked across the smooth curve of Eva’s left cheek, a stinging thwack echoing across the field. Gasps and muffled moans rose from the other students, breasts heaving as they imagined themselves in Eva’s place.
An evil chuckle rumbled from the instructor’s chest as she snapped her wrist again, each smack delivering jolts of fiery pleasure straight to the juncture between Eva’s thighs. “Let’s focus on your core, shall we?” She ran her hands over Eva’s undulating back, nails scraping down the sweat-slick skin to rest low on her stomach. “Keep your core engaged. You’re so weak here.” Her fingers delved beneath the tight waistband of Eva’s shorts, teasing through the trimmed patch of hair that dusted her mound.
Eva whimpered, head hanging down, blonde hair tickling her shoulders. The instructor’s fingers crept lower, stroking along Eva’s slit, gathering the slick arousal gathering at her entrance. “As far as I can see, the only area you have any strength in is here.” She shoved two fingers inside roughly, pumping them fast and deep, brushing against Eva’s g-spot with each brutal thrust.
Eva’s cry was loud, raw, wanton. Her hips bucked back against the intruding digits, desperate for more. The other students shifted uncomfortably, thighs clenching and nipples stiffening beneath their workout tanks. This was more intense training than any of them had been prepared for.
The instructor twisted her wrist, fingers curling upward, pressing against Eva’s swollen clit with her thumb. “Remember, body mechanics matter,” she purred, every flick and pinch sending jolts of electricity through Eva’s nerve endings. “Maintain your center of gravity. Oh!” The word ended on a surprised gasp as Eva’s inner muscles began to flutter around her fingers, the first spasms of an impending orgasm.
Sweat rolled down the instructor’s face, dripping onto her modest breasts, soaking through the thin fabric of her shirt. Determined to maintain control, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to extract their slick sheen. Eva crumpled to the ground, chest heaving, arms shaking, thighs soaked with evidence of her pleasure.
“Excellent form,” the instructor remarked sardonically, reaching down to help Eva to her feet. “Now, the rest of you. Assume positions!”
The lesson continued thus, with the instructor prowling among the women, assessing technique with brutal precision. Squeals and gasps erupted as eager fingers probed sensitive flesh, sweat-slick bodies responsive and keen. By the end of the hour, every one of them had been stripped bare, used, pleasured and left breathless.
The training session had been a revelation. Each student secretly made a mental note to return early to their next class and sign up for as many individual lessons as possible with this particular instructor. They had learned much more than just Arousal. With a sweaty, satisfied harem assembled before her, the instructor allowed the smallest, most wicked smile to tug at her lips.
Maybe next time she’d really show them what core training was all about.
