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My personal trainer took my cream
(Misty Maiden)

When you had a friend of your father's with a personal training background, I thought you were as well making the most of it. Mr Dawson had been only too happy to help the daughter of his friend. 

I couldn't work out too strenuously of course, but I just wanted a light workout to stay fit while I was pregnant, and wanted an expert to help me. 

Well, that was my story anyway. 

We were in Mr Dawson's private gym where he trained his clients, and were both taking a break. As he sat on the weight bench checking his phone, I let my eyes play over his muscular and sweating body. At my local gym I saw a lot of overweight personal trainers, and had always there was something wrong with that picture. But Mr Dawson was the real deal; musclebound, agile and highly knowledgeable, I would have paid for his services even if he wasn't friends with my father. 

It was hot in here, and silly me, I had forgotten to fill my water bolt bottle before I came down to the gym, and it was important I stay hydrated. I could of course just walk back up and get some water from the tap, but I had other plans...

I dug my fingers under my sports top and slowly peeled the lycro garment up and off over my shoulders, throwing it to one side and letting my swollen jugs spill out in the open. I sighed with the relief of being free of the sweaty fabric, enjoying the cool air hit the vast expanse of my chest.