I'm a good man. Never do anything wrong. Live by a simple code: do what's right. I go to church five times a year. Christmas, Easter, the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving and the day my wife died.
But when Solar asked me to train her for the Olympics, I had to take pause and think about my moral stance on such a thing. You see, Solar is just eighteen to my forty two and forty two year old men don't often get a chance to be the personal trainer of Olympic gymnastic hopefuls. Well, they don't get the chance to train them in sex, that is. Therein lay the crux of my moral dilemma. Was it right?
Solar came to ask me to do this thing early last summer after she finished her freshman year at UCLA. Came to my house one fine afternoon day in June, sun shiny, birds chirping, blue sky forever, summer hanging in the wings waiting to make its entrance. Just rang the bell and there she was, a vision of youth and health and beauty and as vibrant as a shock of electricity. I invited her in.
"Mr. Smith, I know you're a good man," she said after saying hellos and getting settled. She was kind of perched all bunched up on the couch, "and you're a personal trainer." Well, I work out of my home as a financial consultant, but I'd spent the last few years learning to be a trainer to help my wife stay in good shape despite her condition. She wasted away and died anyway. That's why I go to church.
"What you did for your wife was beyond sweet, it was just plain good," she smiled at me, and it was a smile to light up a room, even her eyes smiled. She was really holding her self tight, her legs together, arms tucked in, hands fluttering around her knees, very nervous. Clad in short shorts that showed off her just about perfect legs and a simple t shirt that accentuated her fine, firm breasts. The shirt said, "I'm gonna get there." I didn't doubt that. I sat back and enjoyed the sweetness of her unexpected visit, coming to brightening up my life and I waited patiently for her to get to the point. She presently did.
"See, the thing is, there's a part of my training program to reach the Olympics that I consider just as important as my gymnastics program. But it isn't something they can teach me at the gym," she said, kind of nodding her head. Then she hesitated, fiddled with her fingers, looked at the carpet. "And," she sighed, tried to start again, made a funny face, then she took a deep breath and continued, "Okay, I fully expect you to say, no, that it's not something you can do."
"Just ask, Solar," I said, very soft, trying to encourage her to open up. Besides I was *** curious at this point.
There was a pregnant pause here. I admit to feeling somewhat apprehensive.
"I want you to train me in sex."
She had my full attention now.
"I know, I know, it's, like, pretty weird, but hear me out, okay?" she blurted out before I could respond. She still couldn't look at me and continued to address the carpet. She was blushing, a red tint rose up from her chest and to her cheeks. It was beyond cute.
She continued blurting, just trying to get it all out. "If I'm going to go all the way to the top of my sport and succeed enough to enter the Olympics in 2020. If I'm going to win a medal, well, everything has to fall in place. Even sex."
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She still stared at the carpet and continued, "I need a simple, uncomplicated, yet completely full and satisfying sex life or it's just going to be hell on me. I've seen other girls crash and burn on this." I should mention that Solar is about as cute as cute gets, with a dash of really beautiful thrown in. And she has a body that, well, has been in physical training since she was seven. Well formed, indeed, just looking at her walk around made my mouth water.
"If I go the usual route, get a boyfriend, date, make a commitment, then I risk all the complications and drama that go with it. Oh heck, I'm gone most weekends and work out five days and three nights a week."
"So, I thought that maybe you, could, like, be my personal trainer. In sex. Just sort of, you know, square that part of my life away for awhile. Fill in a lot of the unknowns and get me up to speed. I'm on birth control. Of course, no way I can afford to get pregnant. But I got to do something, so..."
She finally looked up at me with the question burning in her emerald eyes.
"Solar..." I began, hoping to dissuade her. I'm too old for her. It's just not right. I'm her older neighbor. She should find some nice young man, do her gymnastic thing for awhile, then get married, eventually have kids.
"Wait," Solar interrupted my halting attempt to explain my reservations. "Wait. Let me see if I can help you make this decision.
She stood up from the couch, paused a moment, watching my eyes, then she slowly removed her clothes, one item at a time. Shirt pulled over her head, showing off her flat hard tummy, shorts wiggled off over a magnificent ***, then unsnapped her bra and let her two beauties, fresh and full, stand free, then she pulled her panties down to reveal a hairless *** and finally stood before me jaybird naked.
Now, it had been a long time since I'd seen a woman in all her naked glory. And none quite so glorious as Solar. And it had been maybe two years since I'd last lain with my wife, maybe three since it had last been good with us. This was turning out to be the best day I'd had in probably a decade.
A soft patina of golden tan covered her well toned body except where the outline of her bikini bottoms and top had left her white skin the color of Italian marble. Her very prominent nipples looked so hard they must have hurt. Her blond tresses she kept in a short pony tail. Her *** was, as mentioned, shaved bald. Her legs and *** were world class, amazing examples of what years of muscle training and toning can do to for a female body. Her stomach was flat and ripped slightly. She's small, stands about five three to my six feet. And her *** lips were glistening. She was extremely nervous.
It took a moment to think of something to say. "Do the pirouette thing you do before you do your routine," I said, and my voice was very deep, as though the words were coming from someplace around my balls. Solar smiled, and, with a flourish of style and confidence - she was doing something she was good at - she lifted one arm, curling her hand delicately, then placed a bent leg in front of her and twirled around expertly, her head held proud and high, her forward foot arched downward. Done naked, seeing her tush and *** spin around there in my living room, her young *** peeking out from between her slightly spread legs, was a pleasure and vision I'll carry to my grave.
I offered a little prayer of apology to the saints and took a deep breath.
"Tell me more about what is sexual training."
Solar sat back down and this time her eyes stayed locked on me, filled with girlish enthusiasm. She explained that she just wanted to experience free, uncomplicated sex and learn what it was like to have a healthy, full expression of her sexuality. Her main focus in life was her rigorous training regimen and that didn't leave time for dating or developing a satisfying relationship with a guy her age. And if she just ignored it all she might give in to all the horny trainers at the gym who seemed to want to screw her all the time. And she'd seen how that had totally ruined other girls chances for advancing in the sport. Would I? Please? Please? Oh please, would I? She had openings in her schedule tomorrow in the afternoon and two other days of every week that summer. It was important her parents didn't know, but they both worked and wouldn't be at home to see her come to my house. We both lived at the end of a dead end and she could pop over unseen. Would I?
I nodded and she squealed like a teenager. "We'll start," I said, "with getting comfortable being naked," I said, "come for lunch tomorrow."
The next day she showed up exactly on time. I had prepared a light lunch, nutritious, delicious. So, as planned, we both got naked. She was nervous, and I gotta admit, so was I. I keep myself in good shape, but hey, I haven't had a naked lunch in...too long. I mean, who has, right?
Well, that's all we did for the next week and a half, ate lunch without a stitch of clothing on. After, we'd skinny dip in my pool, then she'd get dressed and be back home before her parents got home.
It gave her a chance to see me, all of me. And as she got more comfortable, she began sashaying around, becoming more flirtatious, feeling free to display her considerable charms openly.
At the end of the second week, the last day before the weekend, as we sat on the chaise lounges in the sun, I asked her to show me her ***.
"What do you do to pleasure yourself?" I asked her softly.
She opened her legs and put her fingers on her labials, as soft and supple as rose petals, traced the delicate slit and pulled back the flesh hood covering her clitoris. She began to stroke it slowly, catching it between two fingers and rubbing up and down. Then she delved a finger inside her ***, bringing it out wet and her *** sort of gurgled a bit with fluid.
My erection began rising. Her eyes locked on the hard flesh standing so red and solid in the afternoon sun. She continued to massage her *** and more juice leaked from her slit.
"I'm going to have a taste," I whispered, my voice far more husky than normal. I moved over to her chair and sat at the end, then dropped my head down to her ***. A soft down of fir was beginning to grow there and the folds of flesh were now glistening with shiny liquid. Her thighs quivered slightly. I kissed them, touching my tongue to wet the dry skin. She shuddered.
"Squeeze your breasts, play with your nipples while I lick you," I commanded her and she eagerly complied. I ran my tongue over her entire genitals, from perineum to ***. She hunched down in her chair to give me better access to her ***. I took an *** cheek in each hand and as I licked my way to her *** I played a finger across the sensitive floret of her anus. She gasped when I gently sucked her *** into my mouth.
Her first orgasm with me was sweet, easy, relaxed even, just a quick release of the sexual tension I built up with my oral ministrations. Lapping at her *** rhythmically, rocking two fingers into her, teasing her anus, she came with a soft groan, locking her thighs around my ears, dutifully squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she did.
Then I showed her how I ***, stroking my *** until I shot semen over her tummy. She rubbed it into her skin and even tasted her fingers after. Then we went swimming and I chased her around the pool. The game was that if I caught her I got to kiss her nipples and she had to kiss mine. But we didn't have sex. That was for later.
The next session I introduced her to sex toys. My wife had a full array of dildos and vibrators and little clips she put on her nipples, but I ordered all new ones for Solar. Oh my word it was fun to watch her open the boxes. I even got a remote control vibrator. She wanted to try them out immediately, but I wanted her to have something to eat first. No use getting hungry in the middle of an orgasm.
After lunch we went to the spare bedroom which I had set up special for her training. I installed a king size bed in the middle and on it I'd put plastic sheets. I started her session by slowly pouring oil over her body, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the thick liquid dripping down her *** and then helping her rub it into the skin of her thighs and back and breasts and ***.
We started with a glass ***, not too thick and she gingerly placed it at the entrance of her ***.
"That is your ***," I advised her. "Say it."
"***," she repeated.
"*** lips," I said.
"*** lips," she breathed as the *** found its way inside her.
"***."
She whispered the word, then moved the glass head down to her anus and pushed it in just slightly.
"Anal sex."
She kind of gasped, "anal sex." With so much oil on her, the *** slid easily inside the expanding orifice of her anus, and she took a quick breath as it did, but continued sliding it further inside herself. I handed her a large vibrator, turned it on and directed its quivering tip to her ***. Her pelvis jerked forward as it made contact and she began to convulsively hump her *** to *** both play toys.
"*** your *** and tweak your *** till the cum spurts out your *** all creamy and warm."
My words set her off. She held the *** deep in her *** and thrust her hips at the vibrator as indeed a flow of viscous creamy white cum oozed out her *** and soaked the plastic sheet beneath her. I was stroking myself and she suddenly rose up and placed her full mouth over the head of my ***.
"Oh Solar, oh my god," I gasped, taken totally by surprise, and couldn't help myself from taking her blond tresses in my hands and guiding her sweet young mouth back and forth over the full tumescent length of my hardness. She applied her tongue and sucked her cheeks together, then used her fingers to massage oil into my testicles.
I didn't last long. "I'm going to cum," I croaked, and she looked up at me, an adorable, sweet young angel fellating me. I pulled out of her mouth and my cum shot in hot spurts onto her upturned face.
"You," I said hoarsely, "are *** amazing." And I kissed her fully, tasting my salty semen on her tongue.
"Will you *** me now?" she asked, her voice small and nervous.
Not yet, I explained to her, not yet. That was a very special thing. But I took out another ***, one with a *** teaser on it, slightly bigger than the glass one, and I slowly fucked her with it until she grabbed my neck and held on as she came again. This time a veritable profusion of juice squirted out of her ***.
We had drinks to re-hydrate and then spent the rest of the session relaxed in the pool.
We had a week long break then as she went through menses.
The first day of the next session I prepared the training room bed with satin sheets and pillows.
"Today we ***," I said after lunch, cutting through her anxiety. "Today I take your fabulously fuckable sexy young hard body and *** that sweet little *** till you cum gallons all over my ***." I playfully swatted her cute butt as she walked in front of me into the training room.
I'd been hard all week thinking about it. I even went to church and prayed for guidance.
I told her that her body was built to ***. She was as sexy and beautiful as any woman alive, more so than most. Finding partners would never be a problem for her, just finding the right ones. Some men would want to own her, would obsess over her, many would be downright intimidated by such a gorgeous, sexy woman. I urged her to look for a man who was quietly confident, had a good life plan, was respectful and polite and one who genuinely wanted to make her happy.
I settled her back on the bed and I kissed my way from her toes to her *** as I continued to tell her, soft and whispery, that her skin, her legs, her thighs, her ***, tummy, breasts, neck and lips, would drive grown men crazy, make them stroke their cocks at night thinking about *** her. When she was really beginning to get wet, I lay back on the bed, my *** a rigid flagpole of lust standing straight up. I had lubed it liberally. Solar eagerly climbed over me and guided the head inside herself. She slowly sunk that soft, warm *** down on it's full length and I could feel the walls of her *** clutch me tightly.
"Good," I said, low and soft, "when you *** me, use your internal muscles to milk my ***." She would become very good at this. Training her muscles was something she knew very well, even internal ones.
"*** me, Solar," I urged her, "make me cum inside your ***, make me crazy with lust, make me lose control, make me want to *** you as wild and hot as you *** me. Your passion will bring out the passion in me."
We did everything that first session. She rode me to her first orgasm, then I turned her over and fucked her from behind, marveling at how the muscles of her *** bounced so firm against the pummeling of my pelvis, feeling her concentrating on flexing her *** muscles, milking me until I came. Then she turned over and reached her fingers down to smear our mess of creamy cum around her anus, used her hands to spread her *** cheeks and invited me to take her anal virginity. I suspended myself above her, using my hands to hold her legs back to her shoulders and slowly slid my rod straight downward into the tight grip of her anus. Then we slowly humped our way to a final mutual orgasm, her intense, convulsive, sloppy wet contractions setting me off to empty myself inside her ***, the juice of it oozing out around my plunging ***. We left a huge wet spot on the mattress as we made our way to the pool.
We played a game where I chased her and when I caught her I got to stick my *** into her *** and got five strokes the first time, increasing it by five strokes every time I caught her. I finally tackled her and at first she struggled mightily but I managed to get between her legs and, as she held onto the side, I fucked her *** from behind, watching her legs form little waves as she quivered and shook through another sweet, powerful orgasm.
The summer went by far too fast. Some impressions and memories are burned forever on the my brain and soul. Some are little things. The way she wiggled out of her jeans when she first arrived. That patch of freckles on her nose and another on her chest. The fine details of her aureoles. The taste of her skin after she'd been working out. The awesome stretches and spreads and contorted positions she could bend her body into. Some are sessions I remember vividly. The night Solar sneaked out and climbed in my bedroom window then snuggled in next to me and we fucked like old familiar lovers, a marathon sex session into the wee hours of the morning. The day we tried out the remote control vibrator, her with her legs behind her head, staring down at her gurgling *** as cum juice erupted from inside her and her entire body quaked and trembled through multiple orgasms. She demanded I *** her in that contorted position, and she put the vibrator inside her *** as we did. The two of us actually lost consciousness after really intense orgasms ripped through us like a major earthquake.
The day she did poorly at a meet and came back angry and covered in sweat. Without removing her sexy little leotard she took the role of aggressor, holding me down and slamming her *** onto my ***, her incredible abs rippling as she rammed her strong pelvis hard against me, using her clenching *** muscles to literally suck the cum from my balls. She bit my nipple too, and it hurt, then apologized by lavishing my *** with her mouth, letting me do a full on face ***, making sloppy slurping sounds as I thrust my *** down her throat. The totally awesome video she sent me of her doing this crazy dance thing with her *** muscles, things that normal butts can't do, things that would make the pope cum in his cassock. And the final impression of that summer was of the day before she left for college, where she wept softly as I fucked her there on my couch, very slowly and affectionately, holding her tightly from behind, stroking her ***, whispering to her that it was time for her to move on, to end our sessions, to give me my life back.
It took many weeks to get over her, my mind doing so way before my body did. For at least three months, my skin longed for her touch, a physical yearning that, quite frankly, tortured me. I prayed a lot.
But that was it. With the first falling leaves of autumn, she was gone. Solar went away to college where she met a nice young man, whom I met sometime later. She was looking intently at me as she introduced him and I gave her a nod of approval. A fine young man.