Chapter 3: Training

Lisa woke up early the next morning. She put on a sports bra and leggings combination, but she didn’t head to her home exercise room. Instead, after saying goodbye to Bill, she drove her minivan to Prime Fitness to redeem the card that Del had given her yesterday.

Prime Fitness was in an older steel building in an industrial part of town. The lot and building were clean and nicely painted, but it certainly seemed like a no-frills operation. When Lisa opened the door, the interior revealed rows of exercise machines to the left, free weights and racks to the right, and mens’ and womens’ locker rooms at the back. Her initial impression of the gym patrons was that most of them were younger than her, and they were all in really good shape. She was admiring the muscles and form of some of the men lifting weights when she heard her name. She turned to see Del approaching.

“Lisa, hey, good to see you. What do you think of my gym?”

“It looks like a place for people who are serious about fitness, just as you said yesterday.”

“I’m glad you got that impression. Are you interested in taking me up on the 30 day offer?”

“I think so, but I’m also interested in a little coaching. I don’t know if that’s part of the offer, but of course I’m willing to pay for your time if it isn’t.”

“Any club worth its salt will start off with some one-on-one attention, and I’d be happy to provide you with whatever you need.”

Jesus, Lisa thought, he really is slick with the innocent sounding little hints. “I’ve never been coached at a club. How does it work?”

“Most clubs would weigh you, measure your body fat with a calipers, run some numbers and give you a fitness program. I’m happy to do that, but frankly, I think I’d be wasting your time. My guess from looking at you and talking with you yesterday is that you’ve followed a fitness program that combines cardio, flexibility like yoga, and weights. I’m also guessing that you eat a high protein low carb diet, that you’ve never smoked, and drink alcohol moderately if at all.”

Lisa was impressed. “Yes, that’s pretty much on target.”

“You’re doing all the right things, and you can keep doing them as you have been and look good. So, for a client like you, I’d let you direct me by telling me what you want to change about the way you feel or look.”

“Del, it’s a couple of things. I’ve always had a flat stomach, but since I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten some belly fat. I want to get rid of that. And I want more muscle definition.”

“Lisa, I’m going to be really frank, so please don’t be upset with me because I think you’re smart and serious, and I don’t need to beat around the bush. First, even though you look better than most thirty year-olds, I’m guessing that you went through the change recently.”

Lisa smiled at the old school way of describing menopause, and nodded.

“I’m sure you’ve read that one of the side effects is that your body tends to gather fat in the belly area. So it’s going to be hard to reverse mother nature on that one. As for the muscle definition, look at your arms girl, lots of women would kill for those guns. Let me ask you - have you always been at about this weight?”

“Yeah, I work hard to keep it this way. I’m pretty disciplined, and over the years it’s just been a habit to eat a healthy diet.”

“That’s great, and honestly I think you would probably be happy if you keep it up. But, if you want to gain muscle, you’re going to need to eat a little more and tolerate a little weight gain.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a big believer in progress pictures, and I practice what I preach, so if you want to step into my office, let me show you mine so you’ll understand what I’m talking about.”

Lisa followed him to his small office in the back of the gym. After she had a seat, Del reached for a photo album and sat next to her. Just as yesterday, she was aware of his masculine scent and warmth, even more so because he was in shorts and a tight no-arm t-shirt. Lisa felt a twitch and warmth in her genitals that she hadn’t felt for decades around any other man.

Her condition wasn’t helped when Del opened the album to reveal him standing in what looked like a black speedo. Lisa almost gasped at the bulge in his shorts, as Del said, “here’s what I’m talking about. To gain muscle, I had a modest weight gain here, and then I cut back on calories to show the definition I gained. As you can see here, the changes are subtle, but over a couple of years, I’ve had an overall weight gain of about 10% and it’s pretty much all muscle. I think with some hard work you can do this, but I also recommend it for us long-termers because the weight gain lets us have a few splurge days a month where we can take a break from that diet.”

“So what exercises can I do here that I can’t do at home?”

“Honestly, probably none - you can always get by with a well-equipped home gym. But, for the booty that most women want, I’d recommend squats, which are much easier with a squat rack. That’s going to give you some more size and tightness in your glutes. I’d recommend some exercises to firm your pecs to give you a little more fullness in the chest. Finally, we’ll work on core exercises that will do your best with your abs, but again, from what I see a lot of women would kill to have a cute little belly like yours. Your body is a well-oiled machine that’s running pretty good, so I’m just suggesting a tune up, not a makeover. The thing that I hope you’ll appreciate most is our community of folks who take fitness as seriously as you do, and we work together to help everyone achieve their goals.”

Lisa felt herself redden a little at Del’s frank compliments and his steady, appraising gaze, “A tune up is what I’m looking for. Are you around about the same time tomorrow for us to start? I think I’ll just hit the elliptical for a quick cardio workout this morning and come back ready to work tomorrow.”

“Yep, I’m here and I’m free to give you a lesson. Take your progress picture tonight, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

As Lisa worked out, she carefully checked out others in the mirror. All the women looked good, in their own ways. She noticed that many of them had a belly button piercing, and some of them had nipple piercings that could be seen through their sports bras. She also saw that her most revealing workout clothes were very conservative compared to what most of them were wearing.

After work that day, she texted Bill to tell him that she needed to do a little shopping and that she’d grab dinner for both of them on the way home. Bill knew that she updated her work wardrobe regularly, with inexpensive yet stylish items, and he never gave her any grief about it. In fact, Lisa was hard pressed to remember the last time he mentioned money to her after they had both started making enough to be comfortable.

Lisa headed to the fitness store and picked out some of the tight short shorts that she had seen the other women wearing, as well as a few of what she would have called “tiny” sports bras until her experience at the gym today. She also chose a new gym bag to carry her work clothes, so she could just shower and head to work once her workout was finished. Finally, she stopped by a new healthy buffet and picked out a couple of bowls for her and Bill.

When she arrived home, Bill was fixing his first martini of the night. As they ate, Lisa told Bill that she was trying out a new health club owned by a bank customer. Bill said that he certainly understood that she would want to mix it up since she spent six days in the home gym. She surprised him by giving him a quick kiss on the forehead as she picked up the dishes, and saying “thank you for always being so generous with me.”

“It’s your money, too, honey, and you should spend it on things that make you happy.”

“Still, I appreciate it, and I want you to know that”, she said while stroking his palm with her signal that she would appreciate some sexual attention at bedtime. Bill looked up and smiled at her.

Later that evening, Bill was surprised to find her in bed nude instead of in her long nightgown that she usually wore on nights when she initiated sex. Bill stroked her body as she pulled him on top of her and guided his erect cock into her vagina without lubricating it first. She was wet as he entered her, and he felt none of the resistance and dryness that he sometimes felt without lube. After a few thrusts, his surprised deepened as she began her “yeses” and “theres” much more quickly than usual as she came on his thrusting cock. This, and her nudity and openness, caused him to unload a little quicker than usual. As Bill rolled over to sleep, Lisa whispered “thank you daddy” under her breath.

Lisa donned her new exercise clothes quickly the next morning, hiding them under some old sweats because she didn’t want Bill to see how skimpy she was dressed for her first coaching session at Prime Fitness. After a small breakfast, she gave Bill a quick peck on the cheek, loaded her new gym bag into her minivan, and headed to the gym. It was leg day, and Del checked her out on the squat rack, showing her some lifts that she couldn’t do in her home gym. He touched her no more than necessary, and his touches didn’t linger, but Lisa was hyper aware of them, especially since they were skin on skin due to the small coverage of her new gym clothes.

At work that morning, her package of sex toys arrived - she had splurged on next day shipping. Lisa felt like a kid at Christmas and the day seemed to crawl by as she thought about how she would use her new purchases that evening.

Later that day she did some unintentional research on grooming. At a slow moment, Terry and Shawna were having a conversation in the lobby that Lisa overheard. Terry was asking Shawna how she stayed neat “down there”. Shawna laughed and asked, “Are you asking me how I groom my vagina?” Terry blushed and said “Yes”. Lisa stopped to listen because, knowing Shawna, this would be good.

“Terry, my advice to you is that shaving is like crack - the first time you do it, it looks great, but as it grows back you realize that you’ll be itching if you don’t shave every damn day. I realize that guys today aren’t going to put up with an 80’s bush, unless they like hippies, but I’m not going to shave down there every single day. My solution is two words: Brazilian wax. I know it sounds painful, but once every few weeks, I go to that asian salon over by the mall and a cute little Vietnamese girl named Lin puts me in positions that even Dale doesn’t see, and takes every bit of my hair except a little landing strip to remind him that I’m a grown woman. You need to let it grow back a little bit before you get waxed again, but it keeps coming back finer and finer, and it’s really the only way to get your asshole hairless without risking a dangerous cut. Is that TMI, or is that what you wanted to know?”

Lisa stifled a laugh as she looked at the horrified expression on Terry’s face as she nodded and croaked out “Yes, thank you.” Shawna continued, “A little more advice - take a couple Motrin before you go, get your pits done while you’re there, and exfoliate so you don’t get ingrowns.”

In addition to the advice about waxing, Lisa learned that she had an “80’s bush”. It was no surprise - growing up, the most grooming any girl would do was to neaten up her bikini lines, and Lisa didn’t see any reason to change her grooming practices as she grew older. Still, every video that Bill had watched featured a woman who was completely hairless down there, or at most had a small patch of hair. She would probably start with a “landing strip” as Shawna called it, but that could wait for a few days since she wasn’t ready to execute the rest of her plan quite yet.