As many personal trainers and fitness experts etc. will tell you, and as I’ve cribbed from http://www.fitday.com/fitness-articles/fitness/exercises/the-benefits-of-squat-exercises.html: squat exercises are great for a total lower body workout as they exercise most of the major muscle groups of the butt, hips and thighs. They are also versatile and can be done anywhere with or without equipment. When I think about the best variation of squats, my mind wanders to these:
After the usual in-workout touching, squeezing and caressing that enhances our naked training days, bK and I are both worked up and pretending to wait patiently for the end of the last abs set that I am working on. He is standing by my feet and my line of vision each time I rise hits his swollen dick cheering me on. The sooner I finish this exercise, the sooner we can be reunited. When my eyes bother to travel past my turgid, expecting friend, I rarely make eye contact with bK anyway – by this point his eyes are laser focused between my legs. We are mainly talking about the workout, but even louder is the unspoken urging to finish each exercise quickly so that we can f—k stet. The last few reps of the last exercise always takes ten times as long as all of the other exercises.
I finish the last set and in the minute or so that it takes me to get a drink of water and freshen up, the French Letter Ninja strikes again. I don’t even hear the condom wrapper. As bK pulls me against him I lean back into his chest and revel in the feel of his throbbing d—k drumming a little song of what is to come against my cheeks.
And then the squats.
As he pulls me against him, he dips into a squat position and so do I. For balance (and because he has one of the most solid asses I have come across), I cup his left cheek with my left hand and hang on to the back of his head with my right. The fingers of his left hand are firmly rounding my cl-t with just the right amount of pressure, while his right hand plays with my breasts. As I squat, he thrusts up hitting the right spots on its way to the sweetest one. “Reunited ’cause we understood. There’s one perfect fit…” He never withdraws, another benefit of this exercise/position. He keeps whispering “give it to me” each time I dip. We go 20 or so squats but I don’t feel any burn in my thighs, just the pleasure radiating from the various parts of my body that we are connected. I could squat for days like this. Ok maybe 20-25 minutes. Who says the benefits of exercise are not immediate?
Our legs are only so strong and eventually we drop to the towel and rock out to climax. Too bad I let that green, yellow and black anklet stand in the way for so many months.
Do you even squat? Instead of squatting with weights or other equipment, squat with your partner. It feels better. Team squats for the world.
When I decided to stop resisting (and to accept/luxuriate in/applaud..) lust during the last massage session, I planned on a one-time release of the building sexual tension before he gets married. The best laid plans.
We continue with underwear workouts except for naked days. We have dropped all pretense about our mutual desire to touch. My hands roam freely while he demonstrates exercises that I have been doing for almost two years. He returns the favor while I exercise. I hate arms work but it is the best chance to feel the contours of his chest, mold the powerful muscles of his back, cup and massage his beautiful ass and, oh yes, play with his d–k. Just stroke and feel it grow! My (temporarily) own chia pet. And what a squeezable ass. His cheeks are so firm and sculpted – my hands are drawn every time. I enjoy letting him walk down the stairs ahead of me so I can get my post-workout grope on…
Arms days are also an ideal time for him to touch me since I’m basically just standing there during sets. He caresses my ass (it’s pretty nice too), plays with my breasts and lets his talented fingers explore all over. All while standing so close behind me, I can feel his breath…and the changes in his body in response to our extracurricular activities. I am generally at a disadvantage since it takes longer to do the exercise than it does to demonstrate it but submission feels quite nice. 🙂 Each set blows by (the only thing getting blown under these circumstances — saving the tasting and savoring for the fiancée we do not acknowledge) and the workouts are now so much more pleasurable even when we debate about silly things.
Initially touching and teasing during exercise feels like enough — but after about a week I decide that one more taste would be forgivable. Just one more…
At the end of the next workout after we are dressed, I start to rub my hands along his thighs, letting my hands graze but never touch his d—k. bK doesn’t move and we converse about random things while I slide my hands inside his sweats and boxer briefs, cup his balls and begin to massage them gently. These chocolate caramel nuts don’t melt – they just distend with pleasure and fill my palms. I want those nuts bouncing rhythmically against me ASAP. Within minutes, bK’s boner is poking through his sweats and I suggest that I could put him for the team to work to lower my rent. He asks what I’m going to do for the team. Lulz.
Have condom will travel is ready and raring to go and so am I. In short order our clothes are off again (except for some reason his red tank – the only time he keeps something on besides his socks) and we are having sex on the side of my couch in front of my living room window. I hope my neighbors have better things to do this morning. If not, they might be watching bK massaging my clit gently with his left hand while clasping my rumpus with his right and entering me slowly but very fully from the back. Coordination is so nice. It’s not carnation but I’m loving it in an instant. From the moans floating over me, the feeling is mutual. I guess I’m serving frosted flakes because I brought out the tiger. It’s gr-r-reat. 🙂 I arch back against him as he moves against me and we rock towards release. A sweet breakfast treat that won’t give you diabetes.
Afterwards I commit to this being the last time and head to the office in a suspiciously good mood.
Our respective birthday events pass with minimal drama. Meanwhile the workouts are proceeding (relatively) well; 3x a week plus I’ve built in a solo cardio day so I am in a great exercise groove. More chocolate and wine for me 😉
Still, the debates can be draining. Why can’t we just get along in peace? Lately it’s a lot of noise about the shortcomings of ivy leaguers and 1%ers (selfish, underpay service providers, overwork little hands, etc…). The former annoys me because it’s untrue and his friend is also an ivy leaguer, while the latter annoys the sh-t out of me because he earns more than I do. I don’t bother pointing out the hypocrisy. There is no need to fall into “serious voice” routines over it. Call me Madame Jellyfish – no spine.
Sometimes I wonder if the personal training is worth the psychological gamesmanship/emotional rollercoaster, but that level of introspection is not going to build a better body. At the end of the month bK and I agree to a combination of additional massages and 4 days of training to make up missed days from the prior quarter. Seems innocent enough…