(Story) The skating coach (F/m)

A cautionary tale about what might happen if you ever buy lycra from a fitness coach on the internet and give her your address. ----------------- "Hello!" I blinked in confusion. This was not someone I was expecting to see, neither now nor ever. "Uh...hi. Charlene?" "Yes! It is me," she said, bundling enthusiastically past me into the apartment. "How are you? How have you been? Have you been out skating lately?" Things clicked into a little more focus. "Uh, Charlene, what are you doing here? Exactly?" Honestly. You buy one bit of sports gear from someone on the internet and then they show up at your door? "I was in town and I thought I would drop by! I hope you don't mind, I thought it would be a nice surprise!" "I'm surprised," I admitted, forcing out a grin. "Um, nice to meet you in person, I guess." Even if Charlene hadn't been quite as attractive as she was, I probably wouldn't have minded. She was wearing lycra shorts that showed off her smooth muscular thighs. I was trying not to stare. "To be honest I was at a loose end, and then I remembered that you live here! So I thought I would come and see if you would like to go skating?" "Oh, uh, I guess," I mumbled. "OK great!" she said. "I'll wait while you get changed! How do you like the suit anyway? It was one of my faves!" "Oh, it's, uh, nice, uh," I said, the soul of wit. Among other things, Charlene was a personal trainer. Just about everything she said or did, was with added gusto. She was perfectly aware of how good she looked in lycra, and had extracted top dollar from me for her luscious skating suit. I'd cum in several times just the first few days that I'd had it. It got me so stiff imagining her fit sweaty body stretching out the lycra, her chest heaving against the compression as she skated hard. I hadn't dared wear it outside, of course. It wasn't particularly girly, but where Charlene was sleek and deadly I was lumpy and hairy. "Super! I'm going to get my skates on!" I went into my bedroom and closed the door. I gazed helplessly at my pile of lycra kit. I flipped through it, looking for something clean that would hide an erection effectively. I had just settled on an outfit when Charlene barged in. "Hey, what's taking you so long?" On her skates she was taller than me. What I'd taken for lycra shorts were just the bottom half of another of her incredible lycra skating suits. "Uh, sorry, uh." I was tongue tied in her presence, and now she was looking down at me I felt small and ugly. "Nothing clean." Spotting the distinctive purple stripes, she snagged the arm of her old skating suit, and slid it out of the pile. To my horror, she held it up and even gave it a sniff. There was no way she could have failed to notice the cum stains. "This is fine! You can wash it after! Come on, let's get sweaty!" She even started helping me take off my clothes. I didn't know how to refuse. She gave no sign that my erection perturbed her. Finally I slipped into the lycra suit as a refuge from her unknowable gaze. "Let me zip you up!" she said. She came around behind me and pulled up the zipper. I felt trapped. Excited, but trapped. "There! Ready! Skates!" I fumbled my skates on and followed her out the door, barely remembering to slip my key into the little pocket at the back of the suit. I stumbled after her as she powered away. She seemed to know where she was going. She had a little backpack on. Her ass was divine as she pushed on each stride, her form perfect. Ten minutes later we were in the woods. I often skated through here, especially in the summer. "You go in front now!" she commanded, and I did. She tucked in close behind me, so close I could practically feel her body heat. I skated on and tried not to think about what the hell was going on. "OK! Great!" she said. "You're doing great! You have great form!" I blushed. "Thanks." "It's just my professional opinion!" she replied. "I got my coaching license, so now I can train people to skate too!" "Oh, uh, that's..." I began. "We should do some resistance training!" she said, and I kid you not, less than a minute later she had me harnessed like some kind of animal. Webbing straps dug around my chest and waist, leading back to two dangling handles that she held. I have no idea how she strapped me up so fast, I barely had time to turn around and she was sliding the buckles tight. "Now go! Go! Go!" I obeyed, not wanting to disappoint her. It was a lot harder dragging her along behind me, especially when she feathered her skates to increase the resistance. "Good! Sweat for me! That's good!" In case you were wondering, I'd been periodically hard on and off, but now I was rock solid and oozing. I was worried I'd get a wet spot that showed through the lycra. I soon figured out that from the way she tugged on the straps that she wanted me to change direction, or slow down, or speed up. When my legs were nearly jelly, she finally put us on the path home. "Good workout! Did you like it?" "Uh, yeah, I guess..." "You can call me Coach!" "Uh, yes, Coach," I stammered. "Thank you, Coach." Why did I add that? "You're welcome!" she said. "I love breaking in a new client! It's the best part!" Breaking in a... my mind was not equipped to deal with whatever was going on. She slipped the key out of my back pocket and let us in. Her hand burned where it touched me. She barely had a hair out of place. She glowed, a queen in shining lycra where I was a sweaty potato. "OK, let's go over the contract!" She menaced me with a clipboard. The terms were, are, simple enough. I must obey Coach's instructions, or she will no longer train me. I must take care of my diet and follow all of her guidance. In return Coach takes care of all the planning and makes sure I am properly equipped with her old lycra gear. If I am good she will visit for a personal session where she will train me in inventive, sometimes public ways until I am exhausted, but I am not allowed to touch her. I am not allowed to cum, but if I do during a training session that is OK. And it's all for a very modest fee, really.

Nice story! I hope there will be a part 2 ;-)