Working out with Ricky

“Let’s start with a proper warm-up, girls,” Ricky said, “I have something just right for you.”

He handed us two skipping ropes and added:

“I’ll be right back. There’s a new client waiting.”

We began to skip as soon as Ricky walked away. The men in the gym commenced to exercise, which was to be expected, but I was somewhat disappointed that we did not attract their attention for longer. On the other hand maybe it was good that they were not all perverts. Dani and I had come here mostly to exercise, even if showing off was also on the list of planned activities, it was mostly a bi-product. Ricky soon returned and gave us a few other tips for the warm-up. Fifteen minutes later we were ready to train our legs.

Despite his flamboyant appearance, which almost screamed harassment, Ricky could behave as professionally as any other instructor. Also because of his orientation all husbands could safely leave their wives with him. But he must have noticed Dani’s and mine playful attitude and abandoned his professional facade when instructing us. I believe I do not need to add that his lack of professionalism, or as some might call it, harassment, was directed only at me.

We started with our glutes. Ricky gave us weights which we attached to our ankles, then instructed us to get on all fours. Before I assumed the position I could not help but take a glance at his crotch. The bulge which I saw was much larger than mine. I did not really care whether he had noticed my gaze or not. Dani and I assumed the poses on exercise mats; in front of us there was a mirror, so we could see one another and the room behind us.

“All right, girls,” Ricky said, “heads high and look forward. Keep your backs straight. Now lift your right leg up as high as you can. Make the motion smooth, not sudden. Maintain a straight back. Put the leg back down equally smoothly.”

He then knelt down next to me and began to ‘instruct’ me also with gestures.

“Straighten your leg and then raise it as high as you can.”

Ricky put one palm under my knee to support it and the other on my buttocks.

“Feel the pressure here?”

He squeezed my buttock lightly to emphasise his words, then moved his hand to my thigh and repeated the squeezing motion.

“These work as well,” he said as if to justify the touch.

Ricky did not seem to be hesitant when he touched me. But even if he had had any doubts, Dani’s grin would have dispelled them.

“Do fourty reps for each leg, then take a short break and repeat the series.”

He stayed by my side for the next few repetitions, his palms touching my body through the tight thin yoga pants. Ricky’s involvement caused the other men to again pay us some attention. We feigned obliviousness to their gazes, but I noticed that Brad seemed to be especially interested in me. I was not sure whether he had recognised me or if he thought that I was Dani’s female friend. The latter was unlikely, because the bulge at my crotch was quite noticeable. Ricky returned later to show us another exercise. This time we were to lay on our sides and raise one straight leg sideways. Of course his hands again got rather touchy when instructing me how to perform the exercise. The other men at the gym assumed that it was fine to stare more openly and our giggling only encouraged them. Do not get me wrong, Dani and I were actually working out despite the playfully erotic atmosphere. The entire experience was a lot more entertaining than I had anticipated. I kept wondering about Brad though, because of all the men he seemed to show the most interest in us.

We performed several other exercises, each time Ricky was more or less touchy, but I never complained. Neither did Dani, she seemed as entertained as when she had watched me give blowjobs to Max and Eric. It was fortunate that I was exercising, because otherwise that memory alone would have given me a hardon. Ricky got the most touchy when we were doing squats. I was using just the barbell as a weight. Twenty kilos is not much even to an actual woman, not to mention a man in disguise, so assistance was unnecessary, but he wanted to play the game until the end. He stood behind me, much closer than a spotter normally would. At first he at least pretended to be somewhat professional by holding his hands under my elbows, but eventually he moved them to my hips. Ricky’s proximity allowed me to also feel his crotch pressing against my buttocks; did he have an erection?

I was still actually exercising, but I felt like I was in one of those modern music videos which are borderline softcore pornography; and I was enjoying it tremendously. So was Dani, her smiles and comments only encouraged Ricky. Other men in turn felt encouraged to look, so everyone was having a good time. When I thought that the workout was over Ricky added:

“Just as a warmup is crucial before exercises, proper stretching is important afterwards. Get onto the mats.”

Once we reached the spot he continued to instruct us.

“Spread your legs wide and bend forwards. Try to touch the mats with your palms.”

I had done this exercise in the past and I was nimble enough to touch the ground with my whole palms, although the stiffness caused by the workout made it more difficult. I was also aware how exposed we were in our poses. The men were most likely looking at Dani, because Ricky stepped behind me and began to ‘assist’ me. His hands were pushing my back lower, which actually helped me, but at the same time I could again feel the proximity of his body.

We did a few more stretching exercises, each time Ricky was equally touchy. One of them had me lying on my back. My right leg remained outstretched on the exercise mat, while I had to raise the left one and get it as close to my torso as possible. Ricky ‘helped’ me to stretch it; he was kneeling over my right thigh and holding my left leg. His left palm lay on my calf, the other on my thigh. He was actually helping me to stretch, but at the same time he was also caressing and groping my leg. Ricky seemed to be an expert at mixing exercises with ‘harassment’. I now had no doubts that he indeed had an erection and it seemed huge, especially under his tight yoga pants. Dani was stretching next to us on her own, doing the same exercises. She was not complaining about the lack of assistance, but enjoying the spectacle instead. I was certain that the men in the gym were enjoying her sight instead. Ricky let me go when I was feeling like I could get hard myself. He helped me to get up and patted my buttocks playfully as he said:

“You did really well, girls. I hope I’ll see you again soon.”

“You sure will,” Dani replied.

At that moment I did not fully trust my voice, because I was feeling just a bit too overwhelmed with excitement.

Ultimately almost ninety minutes had passed and Dani and I were exhausted. Ricky might have been harassing me the entire time, but he also set up a really effective workout routine for us. It was time to take a shower and go home. Dani and I gathered our stuff, said “Bye” to the rest of the people and walked to our locker rooms. When we left the main hall she said:

“We should invite Ricky for a date.”

“I was suspecting you might say something like that.”

“You don’t like the idea?” she sounded surprised.

“I love the idea,” I replied with a grin.

“Oh you!” she matched my smile then kissed me on the cheek.

“We’ll have to take a shower again later,” she added with a wink.

I knew she was just as excited as myself. I entered the locker room with a bright smile on my face. I had been so preoccupied with Dani, that I had not noticed that Brad was walking behind us. I spotted him only when he entered the locked room a few moments after me.