Molly strode through the gym purposely. She felt various sets of eyes on her curvy body, but she pushed that to one side as she busied herself with preparing the circuit for her next client. Being eyed up by guys in the gym was an occupational hazard.
Molly had worked hard to earn her job as a trainer at one of the most exclusive private gyms in the country. In this gym, they trained and rehabilitated some of the top athletes in the world, as well as the rich and famous. Many of the regulars here joined just to try and catch a glimpse of some of the stars that came in. A fact that Molly resented, but looked past it to focus on the serious side of training.
The gym wasn't struggling for money but had recently taken on a new contract to help with the rehabilitation of injured and wounded military personnel. Other than the pro athletes, these were the guys that Molly preferred to train. They generally took training very seriously and didn't focus on staring at her body.
Molly was set.
The gym was ready to go and she felt confident all her preparation would deliver a hard but enjoyable session for her next client.
He was a soldier. Rumor amongst the other military guys was that he was Special Forces. Molly didn't really get what that meant, but the way some of the guys were acting made her think he was a big deal. This could mean he was an arrogant asshole who thought he was better than her. Some guys could be pricks when a female is taking them through a session. Molly hated guys like that.
As Molly waited, the gym began to empty out. She checked her appearance in one of the many full-length mirrors that covered the walls. Her hazelnut hair was tied in a neat bun and she wore no make-up. A loose t-shirt covered her sports bra, which contained a pair of soft natural 36DD breasts. Molly tried her best to hide these at work. She wanted to be known for her professionalism, not her tits. The dark Grey yoga pants she wore for comfort hugged her shapely booty, there wasn't much she could do to hide it!
"Excuse me," a soft, deep voice interrupted. "I'm here for my appointment."
Molly turned. To her surprise, her next client looked normal. She hadn't been sure what to expect, but the way the guys had acted about his job had made Molly expect some big, ripped, superhero-type guy.
Molly took a second to look at him. The soldier was just under six feet tall, and looked athletic but in an unremarkable way. He was wearing a pair of dark running shorts topped off with a loose, sweat-wicking t-shirt.
"Hi, I'm Molly." Molly offered her hand. "If you follow me we can get started."
Molly took the soldier through a warm-up. It dawned on her that he hadn't given her his name, but she knew better than to ask. Some of the people that trained here preferred to be nameless. This prevented rumors from getting out to the press.
The warm-up was fairly uneventful and they moved into the first phase of the workout. With the gym to themselves, they could chat and move around without being impeded. Much to Molly's surprise, the soldier was coping very well with the workout so far. As they moved into the next phase Molly stepped it up a notch.
Molly had to admit she was enjoying herself. It was nice to work out with a guy that wasn't constantly trying to get into her pants. They seemed to bounce off each other well, pushing each other to work harder.
As they worked through a squat series, Molly caught his eyes briefly drop to her shapely bum then dart back to the bar as he spotted for her. Molly smirked to herself, at least he wasn't being too overt. She couldn't blame him—if she was a guy she would do the same thing!
The soldier moved to the bar and began his set, Molly let her eyes drop to his toned behind. She had to admit he wasn't bad looking and the fact he was being subtle about checking her out was alright with her. Molly snapped back to the job in hand as her partner returned the bar to the rack.
As they continued the circuit the little glances and some cheeky comments became more frequent.
Molly racked the bar as she moved into the clean and press. The soldier's eyes were very firmly fixed on her large breasts as they were squeezed together by her elbows, then thrust forward as Molly pressed the bar overhead. Molly had to admit she was starting to like him looking at her with his hungry eyes, so she made a conscious effort to put on more of a show for him.
They moved on. The deadlift was next. As the soldier began to lift Molly gazed over him. His form was good, straight back with no curve. As he tensed to drive the bar up Molly admired his butt and his strong back.
"I bet he can fuck hard!" Molly thought to herself. She flushed as she imagined what he could do to her. Molly had always wanted to have sex in the gym.
The flirting became more overt and frequent. During her set on the deadlift, Molly had made sure to push her booty out as she gripped the bar, and then at the top of the lift, she stuck her chest out. The soldier's eyes were all over her and Molly was secretly enjoying it.
Molly began the warm-down with her companion, both of them disappointed that the workout was over. The sexual tension had ramped up between them, but neither would make the first move. They stretched eyeing each other and hoping the other would be the one to make the first move.