"Mr. Brewer, please stop grinding against me! My pants are all wet now!"

In the gym, Hazel Simmons, a beautiful woman with a sexy figure, pleads to me as her perky, juicy buttocks twitch between my legs.

I purposefully thrust deep into the crack of her butt.

Upon feeling the foreign intrusion, Hazel squeezes my manhood with her butt. It feels so good that I get turned on instantly.

What excites me more is that Hazel seems to be turned on by my actions as well. To my delight, she actually pulls her pants down on her own.

My name was Connor Brewer, and I was a delivery driver. Every time I dropped off an order at the gym, my eyes were drawn to the attractive women there.

Every single one of them was in incredible shape. They wore yoga pants and white tank tops. When they squatted, their figures were impossible to miss.

People said that the women at the gym liked to play the field. Unfortunately, none of them paid any attention to me. It bothered me whenever I saw wealthy guys surrounded by women.

I was just a country boy who had come to the city, but I swore I would make these city women mine.

Fortunately, I had some background in fitness, so I applied for a trainer position at a gym. They said my qualifications weren't good enough. That was fine. I told them I was willing to work for free.

That was how I started handling deliveries during the day and working as a part-time trainer at night.

At first, no female members chose me as their trainer. I pushed myself hard, often running during deliveries, studying fitness techniques late into the night, and doubling down on my own workouts.

A week later, my expertise and low rates finally paid off. An attractive woman came to sign up for sessions with me.

Her name was Hazel Simmons. She had striking features and an incredibly attractive figure. Even in yoga pants, the gap between her thighs was pronounced. I could barely keep my eyes off her.

Someone like her would have been out of my reach in the past. But here she was, following my instructions without question.

She said, "Mr. Brewer, I want to focus on my glutes. Those rich guys always say my backside isn't round enough."

She really was a slut, working out just to please those rich men. I was going to be the first to get a taste of a woman like her.

I kept a straight face. "If you want a rounder, perkier backside, you need to follow my lead and really commit to squats. Within two weeks, you'll be in perfect shape."

Hazel nodded repeatedly, eager to start training.

I grabbed a barbell and told her to lift it overhead. "Feel the stretch through your back and engage your glutes. Squat all the way down and push back up using your glutes."

She adjusted her posture, held the barbell up, and lowered herself into a deep squat.

I noticed her form was off, so I placed my hands on her waist and corrected her, applying light pressure. "Brace your core. Push your hips back and really feel those muscles working."

Hazel made a small sound in acknowledgment, pushed her hips out, and squatted down again.

That squat was something else. Her yoga pants were tight and thin; when she went down, the fabric stretched taut across her hips, tight enough to outline her shape clearly. The pants were so sheer that once they stretched, the white underwear underneath showed through.

Standing behind her, I felt a wave of heat rush through me. I wanted to get closer to her.

Hazel held the squat and asked breathlessly, "Mr. Brewer, is my form correct?"

I noticed she was struggling, and an idea suddenly struck me. I reached forward and took some of the load off her. "You're not strong enough yet. I'll support you from behind. Just focus on engaging your glutes."

Once the weight was reduced, Hazel focused fully on her form. She pushed her hips out even further. The moment she squatted, her well-shaped butt pressed firmly against me.

I immediately felt her soft, supple curves completely envelop me. My pants were thin, which made the sensation far more intense.

It felt like every nerve in my body had lit up at once. I greedily savored the sensation, my body responding and pressing firmly against her.

Hazel felt the firmness against her and showed no sign of alarm. Instead, she pushed back harder. The soft but forceful pressure bearing down on me nearly made my knees give way.

"Mr. Brewer, is this actually effective?" she asked.

My head was buzzing, and all I wanted was for her to press harder. "Absolutely. I can already feel you squeezing me. Once you're more toned, those rich guys won't be able to keep their hands off you."

Hazel chuckled at my words. "Then I'd better keep at it."

With that, she squatted down again, her hips slowly sliding against me. The sensation was overwhelming. I couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

Working at a gym really did mean close contact with attractive women. This side job was absolutely worth it.

I couldn't believe that I had gotten this close to a gorgeous woman like Hazel. It was something I never would have dared to dream about back when I was just a delivery driver.

Hazel noticed my reaction and looked back at me, her cheeks flushed. "Mr. Brewer, I didn't expect you to be so… big."

I felt overjoyed after hearing Hazel's words.

I was usually so busy delivering orders that I never got the chance for such activities. My physical condition remained excellent, as if every part of me were brand new. Compared to wealthy men living indulgent lives, I was like a finely tuned machine.

From how Hazel acted, she seemed to be a woman with strong desires. She had probably never been with a real man before. This time, I planned to make sure she felt completely overwhelmed by pleasure.

When she pushed her hips back and squatted again, I pressed firmly against the center of her backside. To prevent her from stumbling forward, I gripped her hands tightly. With that powerful motion, it felt as if her entire lower body was lifted off the ground.

Hazel's body trembled violently from the intense sensation.

What made it even more shocking was that the gym was crowded with people. Everyone was stunned when they saw our workout. Many beautiful women even asked their instructors to train them in the same way.

A smirk crept onto my face as I watched the scene.

Hazel grew warm as I pressed against her, and her curves squeezed me tightly. The feeling was intoxicating. I felt like every cell in my body was about to burst.

"Mr. Brewer, I think I'm getting the hang of it. My glutes feel warm, and they're becoming more toned," she said.

Seeing how proactive she was, I dropped the act. I held her hips with both hands and guided her into a steady stance. "Stay firm. Engage your glutes and push your hips back as hard as you can."

Hazel spread her legs slightly and pressed her backside between my thighs. I felt as if I were almost touching her most private part, which was damp and soft. The heat in my lower abdomen kept surging, making me feel incredibly aroused.

I had never encountered such a stunning woman while delivering orders. Now, I was so tense that it felt like I might burst.

Hazel began to struggle with maintaining that position. Her legs shook, causing her backside to sway wildly.

She rubbed against my throbbing manhood frantically, nearly wearing through the fabric of my pants.

I was on the verge of losing control, and my desire kept growing stronger. "Use more force. Move your hips more."

Hazel started shaking her backside vigorously, making it wobble like jelly. She picked up speed, making the sensation even more intense and thrilling. My pants grew warmer from the constant friction.

Hazel's tone turned suggestive as she gasped for air. "Mm… ah… Mr. Brewer, d-do I need to push harder?"

She sounded unmistakably aroused, making it even harder for me to hold back. I felt an overwhelming restlessness deep in my bones.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I stood on my tiptoes and suddenly thrust forward. "Faster. Put more effort into it. Keep pushing back."

Hazel sounded like she was about to cry. She whispered, "I-I feel so restless. Why are you so hard? I want it so much."

I felt a rush of excitement. There really were many wild women at the gym. "I want it too, but there are so many people here. This might not be a good idea."

To my surprise, Hazel was incredibly bold. She pulled a hairpin from her hair and handed it to me. "Use this pin to cut a hole in my pants. Then we can do it just like this. No one will notice."

My heart raced as I took the hairpin. Its edge was sharp, and the yoga pants were so thin that a light cut was all it took to make them rip. Yet I was still worried because so many people were watching.

Damn it! I stopped hesitating. I had become a trainer specifically to go after beauties like her. Since such a beautiful woman was being so forward, I wouldn't be a real man if I backed down now.

While no one was looking, I used the hairpin to cut the fabric around her private area. The black yoga pants instantly tore open, revealing the soft skin underneath.

I was stunned. Hazel wore a thong underneath with only a single strap in the way. This was incredibly convenient!

I used my finger to hook the corner of the strap and pulled it aside. My pulse raced at the sight of her core. It appeared incredibly delicate and was already quite damp.

Hazel swayed her hips and spoke with desperate longing. "Mr. Brewer, hurry up and put it inside. I can't wait any longer."

I swallowed hard and excitedly unzipped my pants. Pulling my manhood free, I pressed it against Hazel's skin.

Hazel flinched, and she looked even more eager. "Ah! It's so hot."

She wiggled her backside wildly, testing the contact, and trying to lower herself onto me.

I glanced around. Everyone else was busy copying my workout style, so no one noticed me. I quickly positioned myself and pressed my manhood against her body.