Gym Rat Dom

I pop another pill, work a few hours, and make reservations for tomorrow night before I leave to meet Esmere. My date with Ashley sits lightly on my mind as I walk up Esmere's walkway to her front door. Will she like it? And, what about Mom? Combatting desires swell within me, but I mostly want to ensure neither of them is hurt. I need to bring things into the open, soon. Secrets will only make it worse when they do find out. A bird chirps at me from a bush in Esmere's flowerbed, then flies past me as it soars into the air. To be free like that bird, I think. It swoops down and disappears behind another house.

I knock on the door and see a blurry form approaching through the frosted windowpane. The door opens to reveal Aunt Esmere, dressed for work in a simple black sports bra and athletic leggings. Matching tennis shoes finish her dark outfit. "Ready to go?" she asks, beaming at me. Her hair is bound in a high ponytail, and I am momentarily stunned by her simple, lithe beauty.

"Yes," I finally answer, and she nods. She looks me up and down, lips pooched out. Her wandering gaze pauses as her eyes land on my crotch.

"Dom?" she asks, eyebrow arching. "You shouldn't have anything large in your pockets, you know. It will get in the way while we work out. Do you want a bag to put your things in?"

I look down and realize she is talking by my dick-print. The cucumber-sized lump of flash lies against my thigh and forms a perfect outline through the thin athletic shorts I wear.

"Uh, Aunt Esmere... That's my dick." I awkwardly shift away so that her line of sight is broken, but she continues staring.

Her cheeks flood red and her eyes widen in surprise. "Um... really? Wow, okay. Well, nothing to do about it then," she murmurs in a hurry and pushes past me onto the walkway. "Let's go!" she yells over her shoulder. She disappears into her car and starts the engine before I can close the front door behind her.

I open the passenger door of her car: a recent-year economical sedan that is nice, but simple. Esmere looks up at me from her phone, blush still coloring her high cheeks red, and smiles. "Come on," she says. The phone is tossed into her center console, and she taps the passenger seat. Her flush fades as I slide in beside her and we stalk talking about the upcoming workout class. Soon we are hurtling down the neighborhood streets towards her studio. "We'll be doing palates today, Dom. So I need you to help me with leading the class. Follow my movements, alert me if anyone is slacking or in poor form, and try to motivate the other women as much as you can." She proceeds to tell me about each step of the workout, the movements, who the weak ones in the class are, and who to watch out for.

When we arrive, it is nicer than I thought it would be. For some reason I expected it to be in an old grocery store or something, but the building she pulls up to is nice, clean, and new. One of the storefronts has "Esmerelda's" on the front in simple, white letters. I see a group of women already crowded around the door, waiting. My eyebrows arch as I take sight of them. A collection of over a dozen women. Every one of them is attractive. Beautiful, even. Not as beautiful as Mom, Ashley, or Kelly, of course, but beautiful nonetheless. Women older than my Mom chat with women as young as Kelly. A stunning redhead with an hourglass figure, around Mom's age, hugs a petite African-American girl, a beaming grin on each of their faces. Nearby, a beautiful woman of Russian heritage with shoulder-length black hair unzips her jacket, revealing a pair of thinly-covered but still somehow wonderful breasts the size of oranges, and likely tastier. I accidentally meet her gaze and look away, only to see her staring at me again as we approach the group.

"Esmere!" one woman says, waving, as we near them. She is around Ashley's age but with the lithe curves of my Aunt. The others wave and smile. I continue cycling between them, simply amazed by the number of stunningly attractive women I have around me.

"Hi, everyone," my Aunt beams, her cheerleader voice an interesting change of tone from how she normally speaks. "Please welcome my nephew, Dom. He will be helping me with our session today. Please do call him over if you need any assistance at all."

The women smile and greet me, but I do my best to ignore their stares and gazes as I follow Esmere into the studio. I recognize it may be rudish to ignore them, but I don't need new women. The company I keep at home is more than enough to satiate my desire... The thought lingers in my head, refusing to dissipate, and I ponder why that is. Finally, though, Esmere calls me over to help her prepare the open room for our session, and the thought leaves me.

"Palates today, ladies! Get ready to burn!" she shouts, as we take place at the front of the room. "Dom," she says more quietly, turning to me, "don't worry too much. Let's have fun!"

Five minutes later, it feels like every cell of my body is on fire and I wonder what Esmere thinks is fun about this. Music sounds overhead, accompanied by a metronome clock. I look over at my Aunt as she belts at commands, switching into a mountain climber pose and pumping her feet towards her chest. Sweat pours down her skin, giving her a shimmering effect in the studio light, and I feel a familiar desire growing for her. I shake my head, focusing on my exercise. I have enough to deal with now, I don't need to add more to the list.

I gaze out over the crowd of women and pick up on the weak ones, and the strong ones, just as Esmere warned me. I notice the black-haired woman seems particularly slow compared to the other women in the studio. "She seems to be struggling," I murmur to Esmere in a quiet moment, nodding to the woman.

Esmere looks over and nods. "She's new. Just started last week. Why don't you go motivate her?"

I look at my Aunt. "How do I motivate her?" I ask.

"Just go talk to her. Hype her up. You can do it."

I nod and hop to my feet, as an alarm rings over the music and Esmere belts out another command. The women roll onto their backs and begin doing a rhythmic version of a sit-up. I watch each of them as I walk around the room, towards the black-haired woman in the back. A dozen perfect breasts slide up and down, entrancingly. I quickly look away, as I feel my desire still managing to stir. Despite my conscious decision not to pursue any of them, my body wants what it wants. I feel my cock tense as blood trickles into it, but I manage to fight away my growing erection as I step down beside the black-haired woman.

"Doing alright?" I ask.

Sweat coats her face and chest. The gym crop top she wears does little to stop the motion of her large breasts sliding up and down her chest with each struggling sit-up, and her leggings do even less to shield her rolling curves from my wandering eyes. Dark and smoky eyes gaze up at me, and thick, supple lips spread into a smile. This is the definition of a seductive woman, I think. Even now, I feel like a mouse before the hungry gaze of a cat who finally found its meal.

"I'm okay," she answers. For some reason, I expected an accent, but she speaks clear English.

"I'm Dom," I say.

"Felicity," she answers back, grinning. "Come to keep me from falling out, I suppose?"

"Indeed," I answer. I smile back, and she nods to her feet.

"It would help if you could hold my feet down for me. Makes the sit-up just a little bit easier. Just for a moment."

"Of course." I squat at her feet and place my hands on her shoes. Her feet press up at me with each sit-up, but I can tell she is having an easier time now.

The overhead bell rings again.

"Hip raises! Let's go, ladies!" Esmere belts out from the front of the class. The women quickly drop mid-sit-up, take a breath, and move into the new position. Before I can move away, Felicity is doing the same, her hips already rising into the air while her shoulders and feet remain planted on the floor. I swallow as I look down her body and catch her gaze, between breasts fighting their best to spill out of their restraints and over the noticeable mound between her thighs, accentuated by her tight athletic leggings.

"I always like these," Felicity says, her breath short. "It's good practice."

"Oh, what for?" I ask.

She smirks. "How come you've never been here, Dom?" she asks, ignoring my question. Her hips continue to rise up and down. My nootropic mind realizes that she is doing the exercise without issue. Easily, in fact. My mind parses over the past few minutes and recognizes that she never needed help at all. A ploy? To get me closer, obviously, but why?

"I just wanted to help my aunt out. I've been very interested in my health lately, and she thought I could be useful here."

"She wasn't wrong."

The bell rings again. "Thirty-second break! Cobra stretch, girls!"

Felicity rolls onto her stomach, her ass facing me, and propels her shoulders up as she stretches. "Ah," she murmurs. "Dom, will you come around?"

I absorb every facet of her ass as I shuffle to her front. Like her breasts, it is simply divine.

"Not looking at my ass, are you?" she says, piercing me with her smoky gaze. Her voice is low and secretive, as if she is sharing a story only I should know.

"I... uh-."

"I'm kidding, Dom. I don't mind. I appreciate it as a compliment. In fact, I can tell I'm not alone in that regard." She motions to my groin, and I look down to realize my cock is semi-hard and bulging against my shorts. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I murmur. Esmere is going to kill me.

"I'm so sorry-" I start, but Felicity shakes her head.

"Don't worry, dear. It's only natural. Now, I think I am okay for the moment. Perhaps you step out and calm that monster down?"

I nod, slowly, and do as she advises. I step out of the studio for a moment and take a deep breath, urging my body to relax. My cock softens after a minute, and I return inside. Felicity is running through another exercise without issue, so I rejoin Esmere at the front of the class. I continue helping other women throughout the workout, but I notice something peculiar. Of all of them, despite many of them giving me looks and making eyes, Felicity is the only one I repeatedly catch outright staring at me, as though no one else is there and the only thing between us is a few feet of empty air. I shiver at the hungry look in her eyes and imagine what being with her would be like; no, I think, I don't want another boner right now.

I return to the workout, focusing on Esmere, and try my best to avoid Felicity's gaze over the remaining fifteen minutes.

The final bell sounds and everyone, Esmere and myself included, sags onto the floor in silence, gasping for air after the brutal workout my Aunt led us through.