Sally’s serious mistake

To say that Sally was excited was an understatement. Her manager had just told her that four stars from the local football franchise wanted to train at their gym. “To get some variety from their pre season training program.”

And in addition to weight training, the football fitness manager had said that he wanted three classes a week of Sally’s aerobics classes.
“To improve their fitness and agility.”

Sally was thrilled, not only because she knew this would look good on her resume, but also because she, Sally, would be meeting these superstars. The fitness manager had left some of the franchise promotional literature and she had looked through it.
There was the captain, Clint Jackson, God what a hunk and the vice-captain Jim Delaney. And the other two: Zac and Danny, what dreamboat looking guys. All four were heroes in the city where she lived.

Even in the off season the newspapers and TV ran regular articles about these men. The sports sections were full of them and the social pages followed their everyday lifestyle.

Sally looked at her reflection in the mirror. They wouldn’t find anything to complain about there, she thought. Her 34 C breasts jutted firmly into her tight Lycra top. The cut-off top showed off her flat stomach and abs to perfection. Her long, shapely muscled legs showed the benefit of the hundreds of hours of aerobics classes she had taken.

At 19 she was at the peak of her beauty. Her skin glowed with good health, her brown eyes sparkled, her perfect white teeth. The owner of the gym was more than pleased with her. Not only was Sally a very good instructor, but the number of men enrolling for aerobics had trebled within a few months of her starting.

The four footballers came in the late morning when the gym wasn’t very busy. There were only ten others in the class and the gym owner had asked them all to not make too big a fuss of the stars. The owner introduced them to Sally.

“Hey,” said Clint the captain smiling straight at Sally. “Our coach said the instructor was an ugly, older guy. And we’ve got the most beautiful gym instructor I’ve ever seen.”
Sally blushed.
“Just as well coach didn’t describe you properly Sally. We’d have had the whole team here,” laughed Jim Delaney.
Sally blushed again.
“And the whole coaching team,” added Zac.
The four stars laughed.

“Now, you won’t be too tough on us please,” said Clint, but Sally could see a twinkle in his eye.
Sally looked at him. He had a magnificent physique. His upper body was really fully on display as the training singlet he wore was skin tight.
“I think you’ll find my course pretty easy.”
“I’m sure it’ll be great.” Clint looked her in the eye.

Part of Sally’s success was her ability to give alternatives to different class members according to their fitness, so that they would all the able to exercise to the same music. She quickly gave the footballers the toughest routines.

They all took it seriously and followed her instructions to the letter. There was no playing up. Sally was pleased to see them all sweating freely after ten minutes.
At the end of the hour Sally noticed how they were happy to talk briefly to the other class members and sign autographs. No arrogance at all she thought.

Clint came over.
“Sally that was great. Only one problem.”
“Oh,” said Sally, worried. “What was that?”
“I asked you not to be too tough on us,” Clint laughed.
“Seriously it was great. Thanks. See you in two days.”

The next session went by without excitement. All the course members accepted the stars just as other people in the class. Sally had been worried that they would treat her course as a joke, but all four worked hard and had obviously been practicing some of the moves.
At the end of the lesson Clint came over by himself.
“Sally, could you show me that move again.” He demonstrated.
“Clint, you should do it more like this.”
She did a couple of high kicks.
“Ah, I see. But I’ll never be as elegant as you.” He looked straight into her eyes then said his farewells.
Sally followed him with her eyes and was aware of a thrill in her loins.

For the next two weeks it was pretty much the same. The four footballers never missed a lesson. They became noticeably more confident in their movements and continued to push themselves hard.
At the end of each lesson Clint, always Clint, came over to thank her or ask her advice on some technical point. Sally started to become more relaxed and and confident. When he invariably gave her a compliment she learned how to accept gracefully.

Her fascination for Clint grew. Not only was he a superstar, not only was he so good-looking, but she also found him a really nice guy. Sometimes in her evenings she would go through football magazines to find articles about him. She found a poster of him and hung it on her wall.

Two weeks later she was walking in before her lesson. It wasn’t the day for a footballers’ class and she was wearing her everyday clothes. A skirt, not too short, but she knew it swirled gracefully around her legs when she walked. And her long dark hair was out of the pony tail she always had when she took classes.

“Hi Sally.”
She looked over. There was Clint at the gym cafe having a coffee. He was waving to her.
Sally walked over.
“I didn’t recognize you for a moment. A skirt and your hair down. You look lovely.”
Sally thought she had this under control but she felt herself blushing.
“And you’re even more lovely when you blush.”
“Hi Clint, have you been here for weights.”
.”Yeah.”
Sally managed to control herself and even managed a couple of jokes which Clint laughed at.

“Sally, I’m having the boys over, you know, the other guys in your class and a couple of their girlfriends for some pizzas on Friday night. Would you like to come? It’ll be pretty quiet. Some pizzas and maybe watch a DVD”
Sally’s heart leaped with excitement.
“Oh Clint, that will be nice.”

He gave her his address which Sally knew was in the most expensive part of town. “Dress is very casual.” he told her.

Her excitement grew during the week. Clint had mentioned that the other girls were girlfriends of his team mates. What did that mean for her?

She spent hours on Friday afternoon trying to decide what to wear. Jill her flatmate and long time friend cautioned her.
“Don’t show too much Sally. He’s used to women throwing themselves at him.”

Finally she chose a pair of skin tight jeans. She wasn’t showing any leg but she knew Clint would be able to see how great her legs were. And a cut-off blouse which left her waist bare.
Jill wasn’t approving.
“But then,” thought Sally, “Jill wasn’t going on the date.”

There were two other girls there. Amie and Josie. Both were very attractive. They explained that they had been cheerleaders but had to resign after they started going out with the boys. That was the rules. Sally couldn’t work out who belonged to who, but she was pleased when Clint suggested she sat next to him at the table.

The group obviously knew each other well, but they made an effort to make Sally feel at home and she soon relaxed. The conversation was mainly about sport but Sally dealt with sports men and women all the time and felt comfortable. Sally noticed there was no alcohol. Probably because they were in training.

During the meal Clint’s leg bumped into Sally’s under the table a couple of times. On the third occasion he didn’t move it away. Sally felt a thrill though to her loins as she felt Clint’s thigh against hers.

She looked at him, but he was in earnest conversation with Zac about some game. But a few minutes later she felt his hand ease along her thigh under the table. It stopped about six inches below her crotch. Sally felt Clint’s fingers gently scratching her inner thigh through her jeans

Again she looked at him and again he was carrying on an intense conversation with the others, Sally wondered what she should do. She decided to put her hand under the table then place it on top of his. She was rewarded with a squeeze of the softer flesh on the inside of her thigh. She felt the tingle all the way to her pussy.

Clint’s hand stayed there for the rest of the meal. Sally knew her vagina must be getting very, very wet.

After the meal Clint put on a Brad Pitt movie. Brad was her idea of a hunk. But then she thought, not as much as Clint is.
There was a space next to Clint on the sofa which seemed to be the only seat available, so Sally sat there. Clint put his arm around her shoulder and she wriggled across to be closer to him.

The movie was watched almost total silence by all seven of them. About three quarters through Sally felt Clint’s hand move down from her shoulder to her breast. God this was a bit embarrassing in front of the others. But then she looked around and saw Zac’s hand well hidden up Josie’s short skirt.

“Well, if it’s what they do, it’s what I do I guess,” she smiled and was glad she hadn’t worn a bra. She put her hand on top of Clint’s them almost gasped with excitement as he gently tweaked her nipple.

Sally wasn’t really sure what happened in the rest of the movie. All she was aware of was the excitement coming from her right breast. She pushed herself closer into Clint.

At the finish of the movie Jim stood up.
“It’s that six am training run tomorrow. We’d better call it a night.”
Clint looked at his watch.
“Yeah, man your right.” And he withdrew his arm from around Sally.

He walked her to her car holding her hand as he did.
“I’m sorry that finished so soon. But I did say it would be a quiet night.”
“Clint it was lovely, thank you.”
At her car she turned to face him. Clint put his arms around her, drew her to him and kissed her. Sally was in ecstasy. Here she was kissing Clint Jackson. He was so strong, so good looking, so famous and he was kissing her. She opened her mouth and when his tongue went between her lips she sucked it urgently.

Clint’s right hand moved from her shoulder. Sally felt his fingers trace up her thighs. Only this time he didn’t stop six inches below her pussy but his hand went right there. Sally hugged him tighter as she felt him stroke her pubic mound through her jeans.
Then, as he applied some pressure, on her thighs she parted her legs to open herself for him. His fingers explored her through the material of her jeans. They pushed against her labia and nudged her clitoral hood. Sally felt herself panting and hugged him even tighter.

Clint pulled out of the kiss. “Sally, I’m really starting to like you. You’re someone very special”
Sally was so happy she couldn’t say anything so she put her hand over his holding it to her pussy.”
“Did you like friends?”
“They are really nice.”
“They all liked you. Look, we’re having another small party, the same people, next weekend on Saturday. It’ll be a bit more exciting, dancing and things. I’d really like it if you came. We could get to know each other better,”
He gave her pussy a gentle squeeze.

“Of course, I’d love to come. What should I wear.”
“You always dress nicely. But something good for dancing. Something which shows off your lovely legs.”
They kissed again. His hand moved up from her pussy inside her blouse and found her left breast. Sally felt a thrill from her nipple to her pussy and pushed herself into him.

He whispered into Sally’s ear. “Why don’t you undo your blouse?”
The street was dark, no cars seem to come and Sally was totally captivated by him. She smiled as she looked into his face and undid the buttons on her blouse.
He looked at her chest, still covered by the hanging folds of her blouse.

“Show me your breasts.” His whisper was hoarse.
Sally was justifiably proud of her breasts and let her top fall to the ground. For a moment Clint stood looking at her then kissed her again, his hands each fondling a nipple.
“I’m starting to like you more and more. You are so beautiful.”
His kisses became more ardent, even frantic, his touch on her breasts became firmer. Sally had never been as sexually excited in her life.
Here with Clint Jackson, here exposing herself in a public place even though no-one could see. He was so gorgeous. This was a perfect dream.

They could hear a car coming. Clint picked up Sally’s blouse and handed it to her smiling.
“It’s pretty much a crime to help cover your breasts. But we have next week.”
Sally wriggled into her blouse and Clint gave her a farewell kiss.
“I must go. I’ll see you at your class on Monday.”

“You must be mad,” Jill exclaimed the next morning. You let him do all that on a first date!”
Sally nodded, but she knew Clint could have fucked her if he had wanted to.
“But he said I’m someone special.”
“Easy to say. Do you know how many women a star like that can fuck in a year?”
Sally started to get upset. “You’re just jealous. He’s not like that at all.”

During the three classes that week there was no sign of the intimacy that had occurred. The footballers were totally professional. Clint came over to thank Sally as he normally did.
But at the end of the third lesson he stood in front of her preventing anyone behind from seeing.

“We’ll see you tomorrow night. Come by cab. You don’t want to get caught drunk driving going home.”
His hand moved forward and lightly traced the Lycra over Sally’s pubic mound. Sally looked around but was confident no-one could see. She parted her legs so that he could explore between her thighs.

“Mmmm that feels nice and smooth. See you tomorrow night beautiful girl.”
A parting caress of her pussy.

Sally reflected on Clint’s comment “Nice and smooth”, and on an impulse went to her hairdressers for a Brazilian that afternoon.

Sally tried on all her party clothes to work out what to wear. In the finish she ended up with her first choice.
A denim mini-skirt, because it was her shortest and Clint had said that she should show her legs. And a satiny silver singlet. It wasn’t very tight, but it seemed to cling to her breasts and she knew that when her nipples were erect, their shape could easily be seen..

Jill looked at her.
“I hope you’re on the pill Sally. He’ll know you’re only looking for one thing.”
“And he’ll be right,” giggled Sally.

In the cab she did have a moment’s indecision. Was she flaunting herself too much? But her doubts vanished as she walked to the front door of Clint’s mansion.

Clint greeted her with a hug.