Being a gym instructor has its benefits but it turned out to be much more than I thought. During my college years, I had to work part time to make up for a small scholarship. The gym I worked in after class were frequented by a number of people but mostly lawyers and accountants from big firms in the office blocks around.
My job was to welcome new members and assess their fitness levels and particular exercise needs before starting them on an exercise program. The assessment part was were things got a bit interesting and were I discovered the true benefits of working as an instructor. 3 months after starting a Mike’s gym a modelling agency opened next door and signed an agreement to allow their models to use the Gym and its facilities. Doing an assessment on all members was compulsory and doing this for the models was not something that I was going to complain about. Let me explain how the assessment process worked. Step one was to weigh the client. Step two to measure blood pressure and other stats. Step three was to measure the body circumference and dimensions. This meant measuring the length of the arms, legs, chest, stomach etc. Most lady clients got a bit embarrassed when I had to measure their chests, inner thighs and hips. This and the fact that we asked them to do this in clothes that allowed us access to these areas. The first day that the modelling agency started using the gym was crazy, it was beginning of summer, everybody wanted to get their bodies back, and the extra load of having to process the first five models was an added stress. The first two assessments went smoothly as the models were used to being measured and standing around half-naked, it was the third assessment that became a vivid and lasting memory. Cheryl was a tall blond underwear model with a figure that made men and woman stop and stare. Just short of 6 foot, most of it legs and 36C breasts. When she came into the assessment room, I had my back to the door and I asked her to strip down for the assessment without looking backward. When I finished with what I was doing, I turned around and nearly fell over. Standing in front of me with no bra and the smallest thong on was the most exquisite body I had ever seen. It took me all of 10 seconds to gather myself and very shakily asked her to jump on the scale. Next was her blood pressure measurement, which was fine. It was when I measured her heart rate that I noticed things were a bit funny. It was higher than most people were and she was slightly out of breath. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Yes just hot” she replied. I silently agreed to that. The next step was to measure the circumference and dimensions. I started with the arms and then the chest. Standing in front of her, I asked her to lift her arms and reached around her with the measuring tape. Her beautiful breasts were right in my face and I could lick her nipples without changing position. They were standing up and her perfectly round areolas were slightly puckered. Her breathing was even more rapid than before. Accidently my hand brushed her nipple and it was as if an electric shock went thorough her. My erection that I was quiet capable of hiding until this point became so large that I was concerned that I would split my shorts. I could feel the tip getting wet and my balls tingling with anticipation. “Sorry” I apologised ever so insincerely. “No problem” she gasped. Next was her waist and I was bit more careful here not to act inappropriate. All went well and we moved onto the legs. To measure the inner leg I asked clients to stand with their feet shoulder width apart to allow me free access to measure the length of the inner leg. Cheryl did this without hesitation and I noticed that the small thong had moved to the side exposing her left pussy lip. She was a smooth as silk and dripping wet. I was on my knees tape measure in the hand, a dripping wet pussy in front of my nose and an erection that threatened to blow all on its own.