A couple of months ago I was at the gym and felt like someone was looking at me. When I turned around it was a pretty young and chubby girl. She immediately looked away with a look of shame on her face and her cheeks flushed. I kept doing my thing, but I noticed she was still staring. I didn't give it much importance, besides seeing that she was very big and fat.
Days went by and she continued to stare at me, but would avoid eye contact whenever I looked for hers. It had become a game for me, finding it funny to see a young girl acting like that with me, imagining she must have serious complexes about her figure, which wasn't that bad, but honestly it was very big, I'd estimate at least 1.85m tall and with excess weight, it just looks gigantic.
She's lucky to have fine facial features and a body like a guitar, only smaller in size. She's got big legs, big booty, normal hips, important belly, chubby arms, medium-sized breasts that are firm and upright. Her hair is blonde and wavy, her eyes are large and light brown; she has thick and prominent lips. She doesn't show any stretch marks or cellulite on her legs, her skin looks very smooth. She's got a very shy and evasive attitude. If you look at her closely, she's pretty and not that fat, it's just that she's very tall and automatically looks very fat, plus she doesn't choose clothes well.
One day I was leaving and ran into her in the hallway and greeted her with a smile; she looked down at the floor, but quickly returned my gaze with a lot of shame... lowered her eyes again and then looked up to greet me with a very shy hello. I replied and left.
From that point on she no longer avoided eye contact, would smile and wave from afar, in fact when she arrived, you could tell she was scanning the area, and as soon as she saw me, she'd greet me very happily, still with shame, but it showed a bit of joy. The following machine by your side. She immediately took off her earphones and turned off the music on her cell phone. It was the first time she had spoken to her, she looked very nervous but cooperative. I greeted her and asked for her name...
- Lena
- Oh, nice name! How old are you? Well, if I may ask 😉
- jejeje of course, I'm 19, almost 20 🙂
- wow, very young! I imagine you're already in college, right?
- not exactly, I want to be a nurse and first have to complete some courses on basic life support and also social service...
- and then yes can go to uni?
- no, nursing school is at a technical school, but that will be next year
- ah ok 😉
We kept talking, and I realized she was very shy, but with a bit of time and confidence, she relaxed and was very nice.
I didn't want to ask too many private questions and left the conversation on a very superficial level... at the end of the session, I offered to take her home, but she refused...
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Since then, she would greet me more enthusiastically. Occasionally, I would correct one or two exercises and she would pay close attention to me. In some of those corrections, I would use the opportunity to get closer physically, touching the muscle in question, as long as it wasn't a very erotic area and if she allowed it... at first, it was noticeable that she was uncomfortable, but with a few attempts, she got used to it and it seemed not to matter anymore.
My next step was to invite her to train together one day... that day we trained legs. It was the perfect session to get closer. My plan worked, I touched her thighs and part of her buttocks, but of course, I asked her first if I could do it and she said yes. Her legs had very good muscular tone, her buttocks were round but a bit small considering her size. That day she left feeling worn out and accepted that I take her home. It was half the day and I left her at her building entrance, then went to work...
A few days later, I wrote asking how... I was and said that I was still ground, but that it had liked training together and would like to repeat it. And so we did, more or less every 15 days, we trained together, she got very tired... I told her it was important to train just as hard when she was alone, and very obediently she did...
In a few weeks, I noticed that her face and neck were looking thinner and I let her know, but clearly, only said that you could start to see the effect of training, to which she responded with her shy smile while shrugging her shoulders.
It was clear that if this girl lost weight, she would be very beautiful and many men would fall for her like vultures, so if I wanted to have something with her, it was now.
But I didn't know what excuse to tell her to take her somewhere... a hotel? no, we weren't at that level of trust, my house? impossible... her house? it was an option, but I still didn't know if she lived alone or how invite myself... I had no idea what to do...
One day it occurred to me to invite her to train at night, always having gone in the middle of the day, but this time I invited her for 7pm and she accepted without problems.
I still didn't know what to do, but thought something would come up. I was so excited that I looked at her from top to bottom with much desire and she was starting to notice. When she spoke, I looked at her lips and my words got stuck. When I touched her, it was more caressing than simply feeling the muscle. I tried to get close to her face as much as possible, and she began to show signs of excitement, like a slut in heat; she wasn't avoiding me and looking at my lips and eyes with desire... if we had been alone, I think she would have kissed me. In the middle of the session and conversations, laughter and hot glances started, both knew what was happening but neither said anything about it...
We finished and each went to take a shower... I finished and waited for her... she took a little longer. When she came out, she returned to her shyness and nervousness as always.
We went together to the car, got in and I took a pause, like to try to relax, and sighed. She looked at me with an innocent and youthful smile. I asked her if she was in a hurry because we would have to get gas, and if it didn't bother her... she shook her head, narrowing her eyes and maintaining her smile.
I touched her left leg, excusing myself by saying it was to see if it hurt, and she nodded with her head... she was playing a game of not speaking, only with her gaze and gestures... but she looked very nervous and anxious.
We took off and after a couple of minutes in silence, we arrived at the station... it was all empty and dark, almost 9pm. I filled up the tank and got back into the car, and again I took a pause... put my right hand on her leg again and gave her soft slaps
- What are we doing, Lena... I don't feel like going home... do you have any ideas?
- (smiling she shrugged her shoulders as if saying I don't know, but didn't say anything)
- I have several options... we can buy something to eat here at the station
- (she negated with a face of disgust, but with thanks)
- or we can go to a restaurant... but we have to see if they accept us at this hour
- (she negated again, but more thoughtfully)
- or we can go to McDonald's...
- (started nodding her head, looking thoughtful while looking up... )
- or...
- (looked at me expectantly)
- or we can order something and eat it in your apartment
Her face changed completely, her eyes sparkled and with a smile she nodded energetically with her head.
I was still holding my hand on her leg and she put her hands over mine and looked ahead, squeezed my thigh and she intertwined our hands and I saw that she was breathing deeply.
We were silent the whole way... if my hand wasn't changing speed, then it was under her thigh
Finally we arrived after long minutes... really very few, but they seemed eternal... We stopped and headed towards the door... then the elevator... it seemed like kilometers to me.... Inside the elevator, the mirror reminded me of the size and age difference between us... she looked really huge next to me... but I didn't care, I put my right arm around her back and she grabbed my hand with all her might... in the mirror I saw her close her eyes and sigh... The elevator stopped and I tried to recover my arm, but she didn't let go... we walked out embracing... at that moment I was wondering if I should keep going or not... she was showing signs of lust... maybe she hadn't done it for a long time... Maybe it would be her first time... maybe she was imagining things way beyond just one night... maybe she was falling in love... And I remembered that during our encounters, I never made it clear that I was married... I won't deny that during those seconds I was regretting and feeling uncomfortable... We continued walking silently down the hallway towards her apartment... the lights turned on automatically until we reached her door...
Days went by and she continued to stare at me, but would avoid eye contact whenever I looked for hers. It had become a game for me, finding it funny to see a young girl acting like that with me, imagining she must have serious complexes about her figure, which wasn't that bad, but honestly it was very big, I'd estimate at least 1.85m tall and with excess weight, it just looks gigantic.
She's lucky to have fine facial features and a body like a guitar, only smaller in size. She's got big legs, big booty, normal hips, important belly, chubby arms, medium-sized breasts that are firm and upright. Her hair is blonde and wavy, her eyes are large and light brown; she has thick and prominent lips. She doesn't show any stretch marks or cellulite on her legs, her skin looks very smooth. She's got a very shy and evasive attitude. If you look at her closely, she's pretty and not that fat, it's just that she's very tall and automatically looks very fat, plus she doesn't choose clothes well.
One day I was leaving and ran into her in the hallway and greeted her with a smile; she looked down at the floor, but quickly returned my gaze with a lot of shame... lowered her eyes again and then looked up to greet me with a very shy hello. I replied and left.
From that point on she no longer avoided eye contact, would smile and wave from afar, in fact when she arrived, you could tell she was scanning the area, and as soon as she saw me, she'd greet me very happily, still with shame, but it showed a bit of joy. The following machine by your side. She immediately took off her earphones and turned off the music on her cell phone. It was the first time she had spoken to her, she looked very nervous but cooperative. I greeted her and asked for her name...
- Lena
- Oh, nice name! How old are you? Well, if I may ask 😉
- jejeje of course, I'm 19, almost 20 🙂
- wow, very young! I imagine you're already in college, right?
- not exactly, I want to be a nurse and first have to complete some courses on basic life support and also social service...
- and then yes can go to uni?
- no, nursing school is at a technical school, but that will be next year
- ah ok 😉
We kept talking, and I realized she was very shy, but with a bit of time and confidence, she relaxed and was very nice.
I didn't want to ask too many private questions and left the conversation on a very superficial level... at the end of the session, I offered to take her home, but she refused...
----------------
Since then, she would greet me more enthusiastically. Occasionally, I would correct one or two exercises and she would pay close attention to me. In some of those corrections, I would use the opportunity to get closer physically, touching the muscle in question, as long as it wasn't a very erotic area and if she allowed it... at first, it was noticeable that she was uncomfortable, but with a few attempts, she got used to it and it seemed not to matter anymore.
My next step was to invite her to train together one day... that day we trained legs. It was the perfect session to get closer. My plan worked, I touched her thighs and part of her buttocks, but of course, I asked her first if I could do it and she said yes. Her legs had very good muscular tone, her buttocks were round but a bit small considering her size. That day she left feeling worn out and accepted that I take her home. It was half the day and I left her at her building entrance, then went to work...
A few days later, I wrote asking how... I was and said that I was still ground, but that it had liked training together and would like to repeat it. And so we did, more or less every 15 days, we trained together, she got very tired... I told her it was important to train just as hard when she was alone, and very obediently she did...
In a few weeks, I noticed that her face and neck were looking thinner and I let her know, but clearly, only said that you could start to see the effect of training, to which she responded with her shy smile while shrugging her shoulders.
It was clear that if this girl lost weight, she would be very beautiful and many men would fall for her like vultures, so if I wanted to have something with her, it was now.
But I didn't know what excuse to tell her to take her somewhere... a hotel? no, we weren't at that level of trust, my house? impossible... her house? it was an option, but I still didn't know if she lived alone or how invite myself... I had no idea what to do...
One day it occurred to me to invite her to train at night, always having gone in the middle of the day, but this time I invited her for 7pm and she accepted without problems.
I still didn't know what to do, but thought something would come up. I was so excited that I looked at her from top to bottom with much desire and she was starting to notice. When she spoke, I looked at her lips and my words got stuck. When I touched her, it was more caressing than simply feeling the muscle. I tried to get close to her face as much as possible, and she began to show signs of excitement, like a slut in heat; she wasn't avoiding me and looking at my lips and eyes with desire... if we had been alone, I think she would have kissed me. In the middle of the session and conversations, laughter and hot glances started, both knew what was happening but neither said anything about it...
We finished and each went to take a shower... I finished and waited for her... she took a little longer. When she came out, she returned to her shyness and nervousness as always.
We went together to the car, got in and I took a pause, like to try to relax, and sighed. She looked at me with an innocent and youthful smile. I asked her if she was in a hurry because we would have to get gas, and if it didn't bother her... she shook her head, narrowing her eyes and maintaining her smile.
I touched her left leg, excusing myself by saying it was to see if it hurt, and she nodded with her head... she was playing a game of not speaking, only with her gaze and gestures... but she looked very nervous and anxious.
We took off and after a couple of minutes in silence, we arrived at the station... it was all empty and dark, almost 9pm. I filled up the tank and got back into the car, and again I took a pause... put my right hand on her leg again and gave her soft slaps
- What are we doing, Lena... I don't feel like going home... do you have any ideas?
- (smiling she shrugged her shoulders as if saying I don't know, but didn't say anything)
- I have several options... we can buy something to eat here at the station
- (she negated with a face of disgust, but with thanks)
- or we can go to a restaurant... but we have to see if they accept us at this hour
- (she negated again, but more thoughtfully)
- or we can go to McDonald's...
- (started nodding her head, looking thoughtful while looking up... )
- or...
- (looked at me expectantly)
- or we can order something and eat it in your apartment
Her face changed completely, her eyes sparkled and with a smile she nodded energetically with her head.
I was still holding my hand on her leg and she put her hands over mine and looked ahead, squeezed my thigh and she intertwined our hands and I saw that she was breathing deeply.
We were silent the whole way... if my hand wasn't changing speed, then it was under her thigh
Finally we arrived after long minutes... really very few, but they seemed eternal... We stopped and headed towards the door... then the elevator... it seemed like kilometers to me.... Inside the elevator, the mirror reminded me of the size and age difference between us... she looked really huge next to me... but I didn't care, I put my right arm around her back and she grabbed my hand with all her might... in the mirror I saw her close her eyes and sigh... The elevator stopped and I tried to recover my arm, but she didn't let go... we walked out embracing... at that moment I was wondering if I should keep going or not... she was showing signs of lust... maybe she hadn't done it for a long time... Maybe it would be her first time... maybe she was imagining things way beyond just one night... maybe she was falling in love... And I remembered that during our encounters, I never made it clear that I was married... I won't deny that during those seconds I was regretting and feeling uncomfortable... We continued walking silently down the hallway towards her apartment... the lights turned on automatically until we reached her door...
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