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by Jerry, a deepend site visitor
One Piece In Portugal, Part Two
After a boring meeting and a copious dinner I fell on the bed of my hotel room. I reached for the hotel information and looked at the facilities they offered. Two of them drew my attention, the swimming pool at the roof and the fitness studio in the basement. I might take a swim later, but how about a workout, in swimsuit?
After a quick shower I slipped into the small black one-piece. It clung to my body like a second skin. I looked in the mirror, pulled the seams on my sides a bit higher and turned around slowly. Would I dare to leave my room like this? Step into the elevator down to the lounge, ask a waitress where I could find the fitness studio? That was an exiting idea. It was already quite late, there wouldn't be many people around. Would the gym still be open?
I looked in the phone directory and dialed the number. A young woman answered the call, 'hello?'
'Until what time will the gym be open?', I asked.
'The studio doesn't close, and I will be here to assist you until midnight or until the last visitor leaves.'
'Thanks, I'm on my way.'
I examined myself in the mirror again, and put on a red T-shirt. It was still clearly visible that I wore something that was cut up very high, but it would take a closer look to see that it was a tank, it could just as well be trunks. I put off the shirt again and put on my blue running pants. The seams of the swimsuit lined themselves out through the tight fabric of the pants. A small piece of skin remained visible just above the pants on my sides. This was too obvious. I put on the T-shirt again and left my room.
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When I entered the gym, I saw two women cycling on a home-trainer, one blonde with a horsetail and a brunette. They both wore purple aerobic suits over black, tight pants, and white sports-shoes. The thong back of their suits revealed the black, shiny fabric that spanned around their bottoms. A third woman came into my direction. She wore a yellow, skimpy leotard and white ankle warmers. She had black, curly hair and a tan skin. Her body was obviously trained very well, with strong muscles, but still very female. With her black eyes I felt like she stared the clothes off of my body.
'A new guest.' she said. 'Shall we make a nice workout program for you, sir?' She looked at my legs. 'You're a runner, I guess, but your arms could use some extra exercise.'
She didn't wait for an answer and pushed me in the direction of a weight-lifting machine. 'I am Dianne, welcome to our new, well equipped hotel-gym.' Her hand felt warm on my back. She must have noticed the shoulder straps of the swimsuit under my shirt, and looked at me from the corner of her eyes. I felt the hormone level in my blood rise.
'I'll show you how it works.' She lay down on the bench and wiggled with her hips and shoulders until she was in the right position under a handle. I stood at her feet and looked along her body. A narrow band of shiny yellow lycra came from between her legs, spanned tightly over the shallow curve and spread slowly over her belly. Halfway up her breasts it finally reached the weave that came up from her back. Even though she was lying on her back, her firm breasts stretched the lycra. The shoulder straps ran over the edges of her shoulders, they almost dropped to her upper-arm.
She seized the handle and pushed it up. Her muscles worked hard, while she smiled at me. After ten pushes she slid from the bench, 'Now it's your turn.'
I lay down and worked myself up under the handle. My T-shirt crept up a bit. She shouted something in Portuguese to the other women. I wanted to impress her with my performance; I gripped the handle firmly and pushed. Slowly it moved up. I felt my T-shirt creeping up again, the one-piece swimsuit had to be visible now. She looked at me as I reached the highest point. I tried to smile and slowly let the handle come down. She watched my body when I pushed a second time. It was such an effort for me that I felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. When I pushed for the third time I was afraid I would never manage ten times. She held my feet down on the bench, looking at my stomach were the swimsuit was revealed. She smiled again and licked her lips.
The two women in their purple suits had stopped cycling and came to Dianne. While they were talking with her, they looked at me. Dianne shifted her hands higher on my legs. Suddenly they started to laugh. After five more pushes with three pairs of eyes on me, the two purple suits left for the dressing room. Dianne moved her hand over my knees, hung over the bench and shouted, 'The last time, come on!'
Exhausted I tried to move down from under the handle. My T-shirt was crumpled under my armpits when Dianne helped me up. Sweat streamed from my face, I felt overheated.
'Why don't you take off your shirt' she said.
I looked around; the brightly-lit gym was empty. I took off my shirt and pants and stood in front of her in my black tank, which stuck to my skin. Her yellow suit was still dry, even though she did the same exercise. For a while she watched me, then she pushed me to another bench. 'Let's now do something for your stomach.'
I lay down on the bench, while Dianne strapped two bands tightly around my ankles. At that moment the two women returned from the dressing room. They had removed their pants and taken a shower. Their hair and purple suits still wet, they came to us. Dianne put her hand on my chest as she talked with them. They were discussing the shape of their bodies. The blonde pointed at her thighs, lifted her breasts and turned around to show her back. The purple suit now completely revealed her bottom and she put her hands on her buttocks. The brunette laughed, slid up against the blonde and held her tight. Were they gay? They pushed their bellies against each other, and then they looked at me. The blonde climbed on the bench and sat on my legs. I felt helpless. She shook her breasts, smiled at me and said something. 'She wants you to touch her breasts.' Dianne translated.
I came up and reached out. She bent back, the wet purple fabric stretched with her supple body. Then the brunette and Dianne pushed me back on the bench. The blonde hung over me and I reached out again, excited. She almost lay back on my legs, her horsetail touched my toes. Then I was pushed back again. After a couple of times I had no strength in my stomach muscles anymore. I was weary and tightened, they could do with me whatever they wanted.
The blonde moved forward, her knees spread wide apart. Her crotch pressed against mine. I came up one more time and clamped myself to her chest, my nose between her breasts. Then the brunette sat behind me and pulled my shoulders. I fell back between her legs.
'That's enough for the abdomen for today!' Dianne shouted.
The purple suits jumped from the bench. Dianne released my legs. I couldn't move. I was extremely exited and exhausted. My swimsuit spanned firmly around my body. The lycra clung to my wet skin, elastic and cool.
Dianne pulled me up and pushed me to the dressing room. Together with the purple suits we took a long shower, finally I saw Dianne's yellow suit become wet! Then we dried each other with large towels. Still in their aerobic suits, the women left the gym and stepped into the elevator. Dianne looked over her shoulder, winked and shouted 'Please come back tomorrow!'
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To be continued…
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