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Sweaty Desires - part 1
You walk into the gym, your heart pounding with anticipation as you spot Vincent waiting for you by the weights rack. He’s already dressed in his workout gear, and you can’t help but admire the way his muscles ripple beneath his tight shirt.
As you approach him, he flashes you a smile that sets your pulse racing. ‘Ready to push yourself today?’ he asks, his voice firm but encouraging.
You nod, determined. ‘I need you to push me harder than ever,’ you say, your eyes locked on his. ‘I want to see real results.’
Vincent raises an eyebrow, impressed by your resolve. ‘Alright then, let’s get started.’
Over the next hour, Vincent guides you through a series of challenging exercises that leave you breathless and dripping with sweat. With every rep, he’s there to motivate you, his presence both comforting and exhilarating.
As you finish your final set of push-ups, you feel a rush of accomplishment mixed with desire. Vincent’s strong arms and chiseled abs are mere inches from your face, and you can’t help but notice the way his shirt clings to him, soaked with sweat.
Your eyes linger on his armpits, and you feel a familiar heat building between your legs. You’ve always had a thing for sweaty men, and Vincent is no exception. The sight of his damp, dark hair peeking out from the sleeves of his shirt sends a shiver down your spine.
In that moment, you make a decision. This time, you won’t let your fears hold you back. You’ll take control and get what you want - even if it means revealing your deepest desires to Vincent.
After the workout, as you’re both cooling down, you muster up the courage to speak. ‘Vincent, I have a confession to make,’ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘There’s something I’ve always wanted to try… and I think you might be the perfect person to help me with it.’
Vincent raises an eyebrow, intrigued. ‘What is it?’ he asks, his voice low and curious.
You take a deep breath, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. ‘I have a… fetish,’ you admit, your eyes locked on his. ‘For sweaty armpits.’
Vincent’s eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans in closer, his voice barely audible. ‘Tell me more,’ he says, his breath warm against your neck.
You swallow hard, feeling a wave of desire wash over you. ‘I want to… taste them,’ you say, your words coming out as a whisper. ‘To feel your sweat on my tongue.’
Vincent’s eyes darken with lust, and he nods slowly. ‘I think we can arrange that,’ he says, his voice hoarse with desire. ‘How about we schedule a private session tomorrow night?’
You grin, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through you. ‘That sounds perfect,’ you say, your heart racing. ‘I’ll see you then.’
As you leave the gym, you can’t help but feel excited for what’s to come. For once, you’re not going to let fear hold you back. You’re going to embrace your desires and see where they lead you - even if it means getting sweaty along the way.
You arrive at the private gym, feeling both nervous and excited. The room is dimly lit, with only a few strategically placed spotlights illuminating the various pieces of equipment. As you enter, Vincent is already there, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black shorts that show off his muscular legs. He’s pumping iron, getting himself psyched up for your session.
You try to calm your nerves by focusing on the workout ahead. After all, this is just another training session, right? But as you look at Vincent’s bare chest, glistening with sweat, you can’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation in your core.
‘Hey, YN,’ Vincent says, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel. ‘Ready for our private session?’ His deep blue eyes meet yours, and you feel your heart race.
‘Yeah,’ you reply, trying to sound casual. ‘I’m looking forward to it.’
You both start with some light stretching, warming up your muscles for the workout ahead. Vincent is in control, guiding you through each move and offering pointers to improve your form. As he leans in close to correct your posture, you catch a whiff of his sweat, and it sends a jolt of desire through your body.
‘Why don’t we do some push-ups?’ you suggest, trying to sound innocent. ‘I think I need to work on my upper body strength.’
Vincent raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question your request. He gets down on the floor and demonstrates proper form for a push-up. You follow suit, your breasts pressed against the cool floor, your legs trembling with exertion as you struggle to keep up with Vincent’s pace.
With each push-up, Vincent’s armpits become more soaked with sweat, and you find it harder and harder to concentrate on the exercise. You can’t help but stare at his glistening skin, imagining what it would feel like against your own.
As Vincent does a set of pull-ups, his arms flexing with each repetition, you muster up the courage to ask for what you really want. ‘Can we do some more exercises that will make you sweat?’ you say, trying not to sound too eager.
Vincent pauses mid-pull-up, a hint of amusement in his eyes. ‘Sure thing,’ he says, dropping down from the bar. ‘What did you have in mind?’
You take a deep breath, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. ‘I … I have this thing for sweat,’ you admit, looking away. ‘Especially armpit sweat.’
To your surprise, Vincent doesn’t react with disgust or judgment. Instead, he gives you a knowing smile. ‘I see,’ he says, running a hand through his short brown hair. ‘Well, in that case, let’s do some burpees. Those should get me nice and sweaty for you.’
You nod, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. As Vincent demonstrates the exercise, you can’t help but stare at his armpits, already anticipating the feel of his sweat on your skin.
The burpees are intense, and soon both of you are breathing heavily, your bodies slick with perspiration. Vincent’s armpits are absolutely soaked, and the scent of his sweat fills the room, making your head spin with desire.
You can’t resist any longer. As Vincent finishes a set of burpees, you reach out and touch his damp armpit, tracing your fingers along the outline of his muscle. He shivers at your touch, and you feel a thrill of excitement run through you.
Emboldened by his reaction, you become increasingly bold, inhaling the scent of his sweat and even licking it off his skin. Vincent’s breathing becomes ragged, and he can’t help but let out a low groan as you explore his body with your hands and tongue.
Your foreplay intensifies, with both of you expressing your desires through dirty talk. ‘I want to feel your sweat all over me,’ you whisper in Vincent’s ear, running your hands down his chest.
‘And I want to taste every inch of you,’ he replies, his voice thick with desire.
The dynamic between you shifts as you become more intimate and passionate with each other. You’re no longer just a client and her personal trainer; you’re two people giving in to their desires, exploring the depths of your fantasies together.
As your session reaches its climax, you push Vincent against the wall, kissing him passionately while running your hands over his sweaty body. His skin is slick beneath your fingers, and the scent of his sweat intoxicates you.
You grind against each other, lost in a haze of desire, until finally, you end up on the gym floor, your bodies intertwined in a steamy embrace. Vincent’s armpit is pressed against your face, and you inhale deeply, savoring the scent of his sweat as he thrusts into you with abandon.
The world around you fades away, and all that remains is the feel of Vincent’s body against yours, the scent of his sweat filling your senses, and the exquisite pleasure that courses through your veins with each passionate stroke.