I go to her apartment

"Are we ready, Liz?" I asked the woman in the app.

"You sure look ready," she said and gave me the two thumbs up, "But you could still screw this up, you know. Remember, Vanessa is 10/10..."

"I won't screw this up," I said, and took a good look in the mirror.

At the last minute, I had decided against bringing a suit, just in case. No, I was going with loose gym clothes, and I was going all in. Not the typical date attire, but then again, I wasn't going on a typical date. If she showed up in an evening dress, so be it. {if Romantic=True}It would make for a fun story to tell at our wedding.{else}I could always use it to my advantage, with my charisma.{endif}

After careful consideration, I had ended up taking the {if Romantic=True}Mercedes this time. Classic and classy,{else}Ferrari again. Sporty and full of life,{endif} the kind of image I wanted to present. As I drove down to Vanessa's place, with the radio belting out the hottest new music, I felt accomplished and lucky at the same time. It had been a wild week, and it was about to get even wilder, if things went my way.

I showed up at her door just about two minutes after nine, and when she opened the door, I took a deep breath. Yes! Vanessa was all smiles, and she was wearing a jade green high waisted gym set that really, really, showed off her amazing body.

"Come on in," she said, "I'm happy to see that you are ready for some good stretching."

She gave me a nice hug and I let my hand slide over the small of her back. Tempting to follow the curve down to her glorious glutes, but I had to resist for now.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to learning more about this. It's something I've neglected for too long." I said, and it was true. Of course, it didn't matter much when I didn't even lift more than once or twice every week. But now I presented another image and had to play that role. I didn't even know if the fitness increase was permanent or had to be maintained.

I followed her into the living room of her surprisingly spacious and elegant apartment, sneaking a peek of her butt, careful not to stare too much. Her flat was feminine, you could see that a woman was living here, but not overly so. Large panorama windows opened up the living room to the city. Vanessa had placed gym mats on the floor, and soft, zen-like music was playing in the background.

She was serious then, about doing actual stretching exercises. I should have guessed. The PT was absolutely 100% serious when it came to fitness. OK, I could work with that. I followed her over to the mats and we stood facing each other. Maybe I could even pick up some good tips.

"First we need to warm up a bit," she said, "You ready?"

"Sure," I said, and put my gym bag over by the couch.

She started doing some easy exercises to get our blood flowing, jumping jacks and no-weight squats and so on. Easy enough. Then we did a couple of push-ups and sit-ups.

"Are you getting hot?" she asked.

You have no idea, I thought, thinking about the journey I had had over the last {Day} days. I nodded.

"OK, let's begin. I have like 7 daily stretches I want to show you," she said, "First we're going to do a lunge."

"OK," I said and followed her lead. She put one leg forward with her foot down, bending at the knee, while the other leg was pointed backwards.

"Now this is going to stretch your hip flexors," she said, "push forward, and if you want more, lift your arm and feel how it's stretching you."

"Oh wow," I said, feeling it where I didn't know I had muscles. Also, I couldn't lie, her ass looked absolutely huge in this position, and her legs were so toned. I swallowed hard.

We switched legs and did it one more time.

"Good, you're doing it just right," she said, "feel how it's stretching you?"

My dirty mind.

I had to focus. Not yet. I couldn't get a boner now, like a teenage boy.

"Yeah, feels good," I said.

"OK, so moving on, I want you to sit on your butt," she said, "and put your legs straight out in front of you."

I did as told.

"Now bring your left leg up to your chest and pull it tightly against it. Feel how that activates your glutes?"

"Fuck, yeah," I groaned, feeling the stretch. "Damn, girl!"

She laughed.

I had to actively keep my eyes on her face, as they naturally would have slid down to Vanessa's vulva, now apparent between her legs as she was facing me directly. In the corner of my eye I could swear I saw her fat lips under the fabric.

Not now, mr. Dick, I told myself.

"Good, now we're going to do the butterfly," she said and smiled. "Relax, you're doing great!"

"Thanks, I feel like a million years old," I said, "like I haven't stretched my muscles ever."

It wasn't wrong.

"Don't worry. Do these for a month, and you're gonna feel great. Now, make sure you're sitting on your hip bones, and put the soles of your feet together, like that, yeah."

She spread her legs open, then put them back together at the feet, with her knees out. I tried to do the same. When she knelt forward, it was impossible not to look at her impressive cleavage. I couldn't believe how well that sports bra held those big tits in check.

"Now keep your back straight as you hold those feet, and push down the knees. Feel that nice stretch between your thighs?" she said, and I thought I saw a smirk.

"Mm, yes!" I replied, and sure, it was nice. We did this for about a minute before she moved on.

"OK, moving on," she said, "I'm sure what you really need to stretch are those big pecs, huh?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Now we're going to sit on our toes and knees, like this, and then put your hands behind your head, like so," she explained. "First start with your head down, and then you look up and push your chest forward."

Oh my god. The way Vanessa pushed those tintillating tits out... I had to fight to keep my eyes level on hers. Then I tried looking down, but my eyes couldn't focus on anything but the thin fabric stretching over her voluptous vulva. I closed my eyes, the image of her genitals burned to my retina.

"That's it, just let it flow naturally," she teased. "Don't worry, I know this is an intimate pose to do like this, facing each other. We can handle it, can't we?"

"Of course," I said and grinned. "We can handle it."

Next up were several exercises that were not as interesting, and then we came to the quads.

"So, stand up and keep your head down like this, between your legs, keeping them straight."

I had to look up, of course, trying to see what she did.

"No, no, keep your head down. Let me help you," she said and came over. I did not protest.

She pushed my head further down, while my legs were straight, and my muscles burned.

"Feel that right here?" she said and let her hands slide over the back of my thighs.

"Yeah, that's nice," I said.

"How about here," she asked and moved to my ass. "Yeah, that's nice too."

"And here?" she asked, and let her hand slide around to my crotch. My dick had been almost constantly half-mast since I arrived, and this moment was no exception.

"Yeah..."

"You seem a little tense. I think you need some release here," she said as her hand slid repeatedly over my hardening dick.

I stood up and turned around. Her hand slipped away.

"You're absolutely right. Do you happen to know any good exercises?" I said, smiling.

She bit her lips.

"I might."

Then, we kissed.

Moving in at the same time, we embraced and our lips met in a soft kiss. My hands fell over her back and down again to the small of it. Her arms around my neck pulled me closer as our kiss gradually turned into french kissing. Her tongue on mine felt like fuel to the fire, and my dick was now rock hard, pressing against her abdomen. She moaned as she felt it, and my hands slipped further down to her ass, squeezing her big, strong globes.

"I've been waiting all day," she whispered. "What took you so long?"

"Sometimes it's the anticipation that creates the magic," I whispered back.

"Yeah," she said, her hands sliding over my arms and chest. "You're so big and strong!"

"Your ass is a work of art," I replied, my hands now slipping inside her high-waisted shorts, feeling her skin under my hands. Meanwhile her hands slid into my shorts, wrapping around my cock, and she gasped. "It's so thick!" she said.

"Mmm, you like that?"

"I think I do," she giggled.

We kissed again, frenzied and wet, over and over with open mouths, while we desperately undressed each other. When I pulled her sports bra off and released those beautiful boobs, it was my turn to gasp.

"Wow, those are amazing," I said. "Are they even--"

"100% natural, baby!" she said and grinned.

She wriggled out of her shorts while I got rid of mine and suddenly we were standing there, naked, in her living room. I leant down and kissed her right boob, but she took my hand.

"Not here!" she said, and led me to the bedroom...