My name is Riya. He is exactly 29 years old. I'm pink-not too white, nor too dark-just that warm glow that can steal any man's attention. My body? Yes, I am proud of it. That's my waistThin that it fits in the hand, the hips are wide and round, the chest is full and high – all those perfect curves that shine even more in tight clothes. I know people look at me, and I love it. I am my bodyAllowing others to touch Allowing them to manipulate and most
I like to have more massages. The way those touches gently slip over the skin, that warmth that penetrates deep inside, that comfortIt calms not only the physical, but also the mind. I am always looking for new excuses-sometimes to the spa, sometimes to a yoga call class, sometimes someone at home
To a friend. But all this was trivial. ISomething more than that
I wanted, I wanted something where I could go every day, where there was an environment, where there were people who could understand my wishes without asking too much It was early winter.
The cold air of Delhi, but I had a different kind of warmth inside. I now decided to join the gym. There was a premium gym in my neighborhood called Fitness Fusion.not just a workout, steam baths, saunas, private massage rooms, hydrotherapy pools—it was all there. I had no dire need to work out. I was already fit. But that place... that atmosphereThose experienced trainers...
Everything drew me there.
I made special preparations on the first day. I tight black leggings highlighting every row of my thighs and buttocksI was wearing it. Crop top on top –
Very short, so much so that my navel was fully visible and also a small part of my upper chest. The hair is disheveled, light make-up, and a light perfume that can be smelled from a distance.I arrived at the gym. The cold air of the AC and the sound of the machine as the door opens. There was a man sitting at the reception – his name was Vijay. Age 48, gym, mustache well trimmed, and body strong for deep voice.His eyes lit up when he saw me.
"Welcome ma'am. New membership?"I said yes with a smile. "I want to know about private training sessions."
He handed me the brochure and said, "Ours."The best coach is Bikram sir.
He is about 50 years old, but looks like he is 35 years old.
My heart skipped a beat.
I immediately booked a one-month private package. The fees are highThere wasn't 15,000 a month – but I didn't mind.
The next evening I got there at 7 o'clock. This time I was wearing a sports bra and short shorts. The bra was tight, holding up my chest well, and the shortsIt was so short that half of the thighs were bare.
I met Bikram sir. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and his muscles were clearly visible in his white t-shirt. A smile that melts my heart.
"Riya, welcome. From today we areWe will work together. Let's start by stretching first."
The training started. He made me lie on the floor and stretch my legs. As he touched my thigh, an electric current ran through meHe ran away. I didn't say anything. Instead, it spread a little more. His fingers slowly moved up-to the inner thighs.
"Relax. Take deep breaths." His voice had a different tone.After the training was over, he said, "Your muscles are very tight. Take a steam bath, and I'll give you a good massage."
I was ready. I spent 15 minutes in the steam room.I was sweating, my body was hot. Then she wrapped herself in a towel and we went to the massage room. The room was dimly lit, the smell of oil, soft music. Bikram sir laid me on the table."Let's start at the back."
He took hot oil and poured it on my back. His hands were strong. Gently pressing down were the waist, hips, then thighs.Every time the hands a little
It went deep. I closed my eyes. Take a quick breath in. Then he said, "Now turn it around." I turned around. The towel was a little slippery. Half of my chest was visible. There are two eyesIt stayed fine. Then his hands moved up to his stomach, then down to his chest.
"Sir…this…" I said in a low voice, but my body moved forward.
"Just relax, Rhea. YoursHe smiled and touched his chest. The pressure of the light. I remained silent. That touch.
That warmth... I drowned. Massage lasted more than half an hour that day. When I woke up, my body was thin. ...
To be continued in Part 2…👋