UNCHARTED TERRITORY

Trainer

We'd been fighting for years since the beginning of our relationship. I was almost forgetting the good times but then he kept reminding me sometimes soon after making up from the endless fights. I must admit, that's what kept me going. Then a few weeks back, we had one of those episodes. We argued but then, I took it differently, instead of feeling how I felt when we fought, I felt like I’ve had enough. I told him how I felt, even things that I had kept to my own discretion, I told them all to him. I would never take back anything I said that night because I meant each one of it. Love has to be mutual, it would be draining if one party does all the loving. A love not returned, leads to anxiety, which in turn leads to jealousy, fostering resentment. I was bitter, I spent five years putting his needs before mine and anyone else. Not even my family. I became a rebellious child and not anyone would tell me otherwise about him no matter the things he did to me.   So I decided I’ve had enough. I wiped my tears that night, closed my eyes and smiled, because it was over. The following morning I woke up with eye bags on my eyes for lack of sleep, my eyes were also puffy for crying. I took a long shower, did my hair and make up and put on my best clothes. Took my handbag and went to town.

I walked into a restaurant to have brunch, I took a seat by the window where I could watch cars pass outside, and I forgot to mention it was raining hard. I ordered myself a satisfying meal which I took slowly, there was still a huge lump in my chest. My mind was in distress. I looked down at the food, it was looking delicious but the taste in my mouth was different. I realized I was broken. Broken such that I could feel the pain. I wiped my mouth on the napkin, asked for the bill and paid then left the restaurant.

I walked around admiring this and that, for the first time in my life, I paid attention to the world. I met some guy selling ladies knee high boots, and thought of having a pair, it was cold and the sneakers I wore were too thin, I could still feel cold. So I bought a pair and put them on right away.

I walked for the next two or three hours until I noticed a poster advertising dancing classes for a very cheaper price. I've always wanted to dance so I thought I could go check it out then go for ice cream at my favourite spot. I started walking faster, hunting down the place. The poster had written down directions which I followed and asked around and finally found the place.

I walked in slowly, my heart beating fast, I assumed it was because I walked faster but then I was also a little bit nervous. I walked down a hall and I didn't have to ask where the place was, there was loud music coming from a room. I walked in and to my surprise, I found three girls almost my age and some guy who instructed them on the moves to take and another guy standing behind some music systems, I guessed he was the one playing them the music. I stood by the door, and watched the room, it was painted with different bright colours, it looked so beautiful. It was also empty with just a few bags at the corner, I assumed they belonged to the girls. I stood there watching them. First, it was their trainer. He looked like a 5 feet or so guy. His body was packed with muscles and I couldn't help but notice his six packs from the tight vest he was wearing. I liked how tall he was, his body was perfect. One of the girls noticed me and loosed her focus making their trainer look up. His eyes met my own. I almost blushed. He smiled. Oh my! He also had cute visible dimples. I blushed then turned to leave.

"Hey, wait!" He called out. I had already turned my back at him leaving. He walked to where I was, and stretched his hand to meet mine. "Hi. Why're you leaving?" He asked looking straight to my eyes.

"Uh, I was just checking the place out then maybe...maybe I’ll come next time." I was stammering but I managed to return his look. He had thick eyebrows, I think he had them shaped at the saloon, I dropped my eyes to his lips, they were full and beautiful.  "You don't have to leave. Come on in. You can watch us dance and tell us what you think. Do you dance?" He asked

"Um,, no I don't." I said looking back at the girls who were talking to each other but one couldn't help but steal glances at us. "That's okay, I can teach you. Come on in. I'm Ryan the lead instructor." He said smiling exposing those killer dimples again. I nodded then followed him inside. I hadn’t notice a plastic chair at the far end of the room earlier which he carried it over to me and asked me to sit.

I murmured a thank you and watched him walk back to the girls, he also did a signal to the other guy who started the song from the start. They counted to three and started dancing again. I felt entertained. I took my phone out and took a video of them dancing in uniform, it was so amazing. My focus was mostly on Ryan. How he moved his body, he looked so comfortable, flexible. He also made some cute faces while on it that I just laughed slowly to myself. I think he was showing off. I don't know. I felt like he was doing that so that I can watch him.

Soon the music stopped, the girls gave each other high fives, while Ryan congratulated them for their good performance. Then asked them to take a break. The girls giggled and went to pick their bags then walked out of the room. The other guy also made some fist bumps with Ryan then left. The once loud room was now quiet. I could feel Ryan staring at me while he drunk from a bottle of water.
"So, I didn't catch your name." He said his voice echoing inside the empty room followed by the sound of his foot steps walking towards me.

I looked up and smiled. He smiled back then sat down on the floor right in front of me. I thank God I hadn't worn a dress or a skirt. "Well?" He said

"Oh, my name is Ivy." I said.

"What a nice name. Welcome Ivy. I hope you enjoyed the show. Did you come to join us?" He asked.

"I’m not sure. I don’t think I can dance like you guys." I said giggling.

"Why not? You've got a great body. You're also beautiful." He said with a grin on his face.

"Oh thank you. But being beautiful doesn't qualify me to be a dancer." I told him

"Yes sure, but as I said. You've got a great body. C'mon show me some of your moves." He said standing up.

"What? No!" I said surprised. I was shy as fuck. I couldn't even dance while everyone was watching. I started asking myself why I came here. I looked around  then back to Ryan who was waiting for me to stand up and dance. His huge arms crossed on his chest showing off some muscles.

"I can't. I  just can't." I defended myself.

"You can't or you don't want to?" He asked smiling.

"I can't dance. I told you I can't." I said

"Okay stand up, I’ll teach you some simple moves." He stretched out his hands for me to take them. I stood up and took them. His hands were cold and soft. "You're so warm." He whispered I blushed.

He held onto my waist, making me jump. He smiled and asked me to relax. He showed me some simple moved which I followed while he nodded his head with approval. He was gentle and when I stepped on his leg he didn't complain he just smiled and asked me to keep doing what he was doing, he was holding on my waist and my body was so close to his. I could smell a mixture of his cologne and sweat. He smelled so manly. He stopped to look at me, then my red painted lips, "you're such a beautiful creature." He whispered.

I tried to loosed myself from him but his grip was tight. My heart started beating so fast. I was wishing the girls to come back, or the other guy. My eyes wondered everywhere but not at him. "Look at me Ivy." He asked. I did.

"I'm fighting the urge to kiss you right now. You've got such beautiful lips. I've never been so attracted to a girl like this before." He continued,
"Did someone send you? I'm feeling so comfortable with you in my arms, I would like my tongue to explore the inside of your pretty mouth. I want to assure myself that beneath these clothes, there is a beautiful body just like I assumed when I saw you walk out that door." I was almost out of my breath, I was confused how this stranger's words turned me on. I wanted to strip naked and give him a show just like he did earlier while dancing. I wished he could stop talking and just kiss me. I was looking at him all this time such that I didn't realize he had he against a wall, he let me go, but I couldn't move. Its like my legs were glued to the ground.

He touched my hair, smiled flushing his dimples. "I like your natural hair. How you've held it, makes you look even more pretty." He said, making me bite my lower lip which went unnoticed, he dragged it out with his thumb, tracing my red lips all over. Making me close my eyes slightly. My thong was wet. I was horny as fuck.

"You like to be touched. Tell me where." He whispered. He continued trailing his thumb down my double chin, smiling, down my neck, to the v neck of my top, he caressed the visible mountain of my breasts, slowly.

"Ivy? Do you want me?" Ryan asked.
I didn't know what to say, my pussy was clenching, I wanted him as much as he did me. I looked down at his black sweats, he was taming a huge cork that was yearning to be set free.

"Jesus! I'm confused too. I've never felt this way before. You're so attractive." He said rubbing his face in frustration. He took my hand and walked with me at the entrance door, he shut it closed and turned to me.

"Tell me to stop, scream at me. Slap my senses back Ivy. Because I’m losing my mind over you right now. I want to fuck you so badly," his lips were trembling, his hands shaking, I took a step back, his eyes were hooded with pure lust. While I took a step back, he took one towards me. "Say something. Do you feel the same way?" He asked taking a step forward.

"Yes!" I said

"Tell me how you feel, I want to hear you say it." My back hit the wall, its when I could now hear the rain hitting on the roof more heavily. " I want you too but...but I’m scared...I don't know you." I managed to say

"Do you want to know me?" He asked his chest on mine, my breasts pressed slightly by his muscular chest. I could feel his heart beating as hard and fast as my own. "Yes." It came out more as a moan than a word.

"Let me show you who I am." He said before crushing his lips on mine. I was moaning loudly soon after his hands slipped inside my blouse, squeezing my boobs while he kissed me, hard and slow. I was vibrating from his kisses. He removed my blouse and dropped it on the floor, took a minute to look at my boobs, he un hooked my bra and watched them spring to life. He looked at me, smiled then whispered to my ear, " I knew they were beautiful." He nibbled on my ear, then trailed kissed down my neck while squeezing and fondling with my breasts. This being my most sensitive part of the body, I moaned put loud, my moaned echoing back, he must have noticed because he kept planting kissed done my collarbone and finally to one of my breast, he took my nipples to his warm mouth making me shiver. I ached my back while I moaned. He was sucking and licking, clouding my mind with nothing but the visions of his smile, his dimples, his big eyes.

He managed to unzip my jeans and drop it to my knees, flipped my thong to the side and slid a finger inside the bundle of nerves. I could feel my orgasm building while he was fingering my hole, inserting a finger after the other. Soon I came hard my thighs shaking, panting looking down at him.

He was busy licking his fingers hungrily, he helped me out of my new boots and finally took off my jeans and thong. I was all naked in front of him. I tried to cover myself but he shook his head and rubbed my hands off my breasts and vagina.

He took off his vest and it was my turn to ogle at his beauty. He then took his sweat pants, and next his Calvin boxers. His dick was huge and stiff, oozing pre-cum and erect. He cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips, his member rubbing on my tummy Twitching.

He walked us over to where the plastic chair was. He sat down then looked at me, "you're so beautiful. Turn around I want to see that ass.," he bit his lips, looking sexy as fuck.

I gave him the show. I then turned and straddled him, "do you have a condom?" He asked.

I nodded. My bag was next to the chair on the floor, I ransacked it and found the condom. We both sighed. Then I helped him wear it, and then he helped me insert his dick inside me, I was moaning while I felt it stretching me, inch by inch. He asked me to relax, kissing my nipples, nibbling on the skin on my breasts. Soon I was riding his cork willingly. I moved faster. Concentrating more on my then building orgasm, I felt his grip on my waist tighten, he was also close. "Oh, fuck I’m coming." He said out loud. I came first and then he followed. We were both sweating and panting.  He looked at me, I think I’m already falling for you." He said then kissed my forehead. He carried me to the bathroom where we cleaned up quickly and went back to the pile of our clothes which we wore giggling and laughing to what just happened. Soon we were both dressed. He helped me with my boots after which he hugged me tightly.

We remained like that for a few more minutes before he let me go. He asked for my phone and filled his number after which he called his phone.  He walked me to where I took a ride home before kissing me goodbye.