The Week I Trained with Him – A Personal Trainer Erotic Story for Her

MONDAY

I don’t know exactly when it happened. Maybe it was this morning, when I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: I want to feel better in my body. Maybe it was after lunch, scrolling through photos from a year ago. Either way, something clicked today.

I needed a change.

So, during a slow moment at work, I opened a new tab and searched for gyms near me. It wasn’t the first time I did that. I’ve done it before, only to talk myself out of it. But this time felt different.

I didn’t overthink. Didn’t wait. I just clicked.

The website looked clean. Friendly. Modern, but not too intense. One of those places that looked like it had regular people inside. I liked that. They even had photos of the trainers. And one of them—well, I noticed him. Strong jawline. Confident smile. Athletic but not intimidating.

I called. A woman answered. I asked about signing up. Said I wanted to make some changes, but wasn’t sure where to start.

She was lovely. Warm. “We can definitely help with that,” she said. And then added, “Would you like to meet with one of our personal trainers for a short intro?”

I hesitated. Then said yes.

Thirty minutes later, I was standing in the gym lobby. Nervous. A little flushed from the rush. The place smelled of rubber mats and citrus spray. Music played softly in the background.

I filled out a short form. And then—there he was. The trainer from the website. In real life, he looked even better. Taller. Broader. Kind eyes.

“Hi, I’m Daniel,” he said, offering his hand. I took it. His grip was warm. Firm.

He didn’t make me feel awkward. That was my first surprise. I’d expected to feel small next to someone like him. But he had this calm, grounded energy.

We chatted for a bit. I told him about my desk job, my lack of movement, how I’d tried to start running once, but it didn’t stick.

He listened. Really listened. Then smiled. “We’ll start simple. You’ll feel the difference even after the first session.”

He led me to a quieter area. Showed me a few movements. Some bodyweight squats. A bit of stretching. Nothing intense. But it woke up something in me. Muscles that hadn’t been used in ages.

He corrected my form gently. One hand on my back, just between the shoulder blades. Another moment, he guided my hips just slightly.

Professional. But I felt it. Every touch. Every glance. Even when he wasn’t touching me, I could feel his presence.

I was hyper-aware of how my leggings clung to my thighs. How my top slid up a little when I raised my arms. Did he notice? I couldn’t tell.

At the end, he gave me a small towel and a bottle of water. I’d only been moving for twenty minutes, but my heart was racing like I’d run a mile.

“You did great,” he said, smiling. “You have good body awareness.”

I smiled back. Tried to hide how much that compliment meant.

“Would you like to book a session?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. I think I would.”

He pulled out a tablet. We picked Wednesday. “Same time?” he asked.

I agreed. Tried to sound casual. Like my heart wasn’t still beating in my ears.

We shook hands again. And I left.

Outside, the sky was pink. I walked slowly, enjoying the air on my face.

At home, I cooked a quick dinner—chicken, rice, and roasted carrots. Healthy. Balanced. Felt right.

After a shower, I curled up on the couch in my robe. Put on a soft playlist. And thought about Daniel.

The way he looked at me. The calm in his voice. The strength in his hands.

I shouldn’t read into it. He was just doing his job.

Still, when I got into bed that night, I felt something stir in me. Hope, maybe. Or desire.

Or both.

I closed my eyes and imagined his hands again. His voice.

Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough.