"Alright, 5 more to go. You're doing great." I said unenthusiastically, standing over my friend Mark who was exerting himself on the bench press machine. The poor guy could barely handle 110 pounds. After only 5 reps!

Unlike my buddy Mark, I don't have to have someone standing over me, screaming in my face to help me push through a workout. My body is strong and muscular with deep "cuts" in places guys like Mark have no idea even exist. My body is a reflection of who I am: a hardworking man with integrity. I guess thats why I'm the assistant trainer for the weights program at my High School which is held exclusively for the Seniors.

"Okay, you're done. Now lets move to the Squat Rack." I said reaching my hand out to help Mark get up.

"Dude, I don't understand how you can do this shit for fun." Mark said before he took a long gulp of water.

"Shit dude, what is Mrs. Roberts doing in here?" Mark asked confusingly.

"She's probably after your dumb-ass." I said jokingly, lightly punching Mark in the chest.

"Ouch! Watch out, bitch." Mark said chuckling, rubbing his chest.

"I think you're right, dude." Mark whispered as Mrs. Roberts came to a halt right in front of us looking rather frustrated.

"Mr. Mark Davis." Mrs. Roberts said, titling her head to the side examining Mark. Her eyes piercing holes right through his being.

I could tell Mark was unmoved by Mrs. Roberts reptilian like eyes.

"Well, It brings me joy to know that you can dedicate an hour of your time to the gym but not 30 minutes to your homework!" Mrs. Roberts scolded Mark and began flipping through her clip-board.

She stopped after a few pages and un-clipped a paper and handed it to Mark.

"30 missing assignments." She said in disbelief.

"And I expect them all on my desk by next week, or you can expect to fail." She said looking at Mark sternly. She turned and headed toward the door.

As she exited the gym it was fairly evident that she was annoyed & upset. A quick, fiery pace stomping with each step. I almost started to feel bad for her. I mean nobody takes her serious. Not even me.

Mrs. Roberts has gorgeous brown hair which she styles beautifully everyday. A pair of deep, steely blue eyes that have the power to see through you. A cute, small nose. Perfect suckable lips. Her face has a unique air of mystery and feminine beauty.

Her body is astounding and 100 percent fuckable. Her small 5 foot tall frame holds a nice pair of boobs- probably a C cup, maybe a D. The rest of her body is very well portioned, curvy yet trim. I recall her birthday being a few weeks ago. She had just turned 38. A certified MILF. Need I say more?

"Damn." I mumbled. My eyes were fixed on Mrs. Roberts body as she pushed the door open and disappeared out into the hallway.

"I know right? She's a bitch." Mark said.

"No. I'm talking about her ass." I said plainly.

"Dude, She could have the most juiciest, fattest, roundest ass in the world but even that couldn't take the attention off of her foul ass personality." Mark said, scanning the paper Mrs. Roberts had handed to him.

"Well I'm glad you finally came out of the closet, Mark." I said.

"Whatever. But shit I guess I'm going to have to go home and get to work on this homework shit." said Mark

''Alright, man. Good luck." I said and patted Mark on the back as he walked past me and left the gym.

After Mark left I noticed that the gym was completely empty so I decided to do a few extra squats to finish my legs off.

As I walked toward the squat rack I smiled. Images of Mrs. Robert's body consumed my mind.

"Alright, time to focus." I said as I positioned the Barbell across my shoulders.

I executed the first 5 reps with perfect form. Around the 7th rep my mind began to wonder right back to Mrs. Roberts. I imagined my fingers tracing the curves of her body. Her delicate skin under my tongue... My thoughts trailed off.

All of a sudden I felt a pop in my left quad. The weights almost came crashing down on my feet before I quickly sat the barbell back on the rack. I immediately dropped to the floor and I pulled my leg up to my chest.

"Damn it!" I shouted

I sat there wrenching in pain for a few moments. The pain was finally starting to subside. All of a sudden the door bust open and Mrs. Roberts materialized from behind it.

"I heard a scream. Are you okay?" Mrs. Roberts asked frantically running over to me.

"I think I tore my quad or something." I said.

"Let me see" She said softly.

I let go of my leg and straightened it out on the floor. Mrs. Roberts squated down next to me. She ran her finger tips slowly up my leg starting at my calve, and ending at my quad. Her touch sent electric pulses radiating through my entire body.

She pulled my shorts back exposing an unnecessary amount of my flesh. Her hand brushed against my crotch as she was pulling them up. She began squeezing different parts of my leg, asking me if I felt any discomfort.

Her hand started around my knee and worker further up my leg with each "No". Now her hand was right next to my crotch. The air around me started to become steamy and I could feel blood exiting my upper body and rushing into my cock.

"I think you'll be okay." She said, quickly snatching her hand away almost as if she was meaning to tease my cock.

"Listen, I'll give you a ride home. You probably shouldn't put too much weight on your leg." She said in a caring voice as she stood up and brushed invisible lint off her pants leg.

"Okay." I said.

I Hesitated to get up. I was hoping she'd turn away and start walking. But instead she waited, making sure I made it to my feet safely.

"Maybe she won't notice the bone in my shorts." I thought, trying to be optimistic. 

I slowly made my way to my feet. I slightly lost my balance and Mrs. Roberts quickly wrapped her hands around my biceps to assist me. It was cute really. Her small little body helping me, a 6'4 tall, 240 pounder to my feet. When I finally stood upright I quickly glanced down at my dick and started to panic.

"Shit! It's definitely noticeable. She's probably going to think I'm a sick little pervert!"

I stood there awkwardly. Too embarrassed to move. Too ashamed to even try to hide my boner.

"Wait a second." I thought.

I looked down at Mrs. Roberts face and noticed that her eyes had grown wide, her pupils dilated. They were glued to my crotch. I felt a rush of tingling heat come over every part of my body.

When she finally realized that I was looking her dead in her face, knowing what she was looking at, she gave a sexy, mischievous smile and starting walking away.