The rest of the week was a bit of a struggle, facing Monica daily each morning as she handed me a coffee and a roll, the sly wink, the lick of the lips, the lingering touches in the office.
I managed to get through it and even worked extra hours on the Friday, banking the hours for use in the next couple of months so I could have more time off, either to go to the gym or maybe afterwards take Eliza out for the night..
The following Monday evening I was back in the gym.
Eliza was there again, finally back from her holiday. Lightly tanned, hair grown a little it seemed.
She was in the boxing ring when I arrived, sparring with another Coach who I'd not met before.
I watched the pair dancing about the ring, taking the odd jab and lunge, change of hands, a jab to the stomach, ribs and face.
The gloves connected with a hard powdery thump each time.
I'd never seen her in the ring before, except for the pictures.
Ring work was something that was on the cards later down the line for me here I realised. I'd never been the sort of person who enjoyed this sort of thing, but watching the two women spar was almost thrilling.
Joe rang the bell, signaling the end of the bout.
I grabbed a towel and a bottle of water, taking them to my coach, helping her remove the padded gloves.
"You looked good up there" I said by way of a hello.
She nodded, took the towel and water.
"How was the holiday" I carried on.
"Fine. Fun." her answer was short, clipped "Did you keep on with your own training while I was away"
"Yeah, jogging most nights. Diet kept up as well. Found a park over in Greenwich with the outdoor free to use equipment so I made the most of it as well."
She listened as I spoke, sipping her water, towelling her neck and face.
"Good work champ. I'm going to hit the tub. Join me."
We went to the changing cubicle, stripping off.
All of her body was lightly tanned, still perfectly waxed just as I remembered it.
So different to my PA's body.
Grabbing a large towel each from the cubby opposite the cubicle and walking to the frosted glass doors of the hot tub room.
She hadn't directed me to use the Equipment so it stayed in my sports bag.
The chequered tiled walls and floor were a little slick. Thankfully the floor tiles were coarse and designed prevent slips and falls.
We left our towels on a low bench and went over the tub.
It was large, it could easily have sat eight people in comfort.
She pressed a few buttons on the side, programming it I guess.
As she streightened up she winced and put a hand to her side, touching her ribs gingerly.
The water in the tub began to churn gently, she climbed up the three steps and dipped her foot in.
Looking at me she put her hand out to me.
"No training today, you've worked hard all week from the sound of it. Let's just relax. Together."
I climbed the steps, taking her outstretched hand, kissing her knuckles.
I saw that they were reddened from the sparring match.
She stepped down into the steaming water, holding my hand still.
I followed her to one corner, the one I realised where I'd seen another gym member fucking his trainer and counting with every thrust into her when I went to get equipment fitted one time.
She sat down, legs extended in front of her. It must have been the heat of the water but I started to notice other bruises appearing.
Ribs, arms, ribs, shoulders.
The tub motors kicked in and a stronger current started up, as I sat down next to Eliza I could feel the waist and shoulder height jets massage my muscles.
Eliza sighed deeply and leaned her head back, arms out of the tub on its rim.
She all but floated in the current. Her scant breasts occasionally breaking the surface, rose bud nipples darker than usual.
I didn't say anything, just moved into the center of the tub, taking one foot in hand and slowly massaged it, moving up to her calve.
She rolled over, legs spreading open, and the temptation was there for me. Her hairless cunny on show. But I carried on massaging her leg, moving upwards slowly and as I reached her waist I moved back again and started on her other foot, moving up slowly, calve, thigh.
Her cunny waiting to be touched.. Penetrated.
Both hands on her firm tight ass, massaging it, moving to the small of her back. I had to get right up close to her if I wanted to massage further up.
My semi hard cock pushed against her hairless cunny, eliciting a low moan, and I was able to massage further up her body as she floated on the water.
With each rub and stroke of my hands on her body my cock pushed against her cunny, though I grew no harder for all of the efforts.
As I reached her shoulders she managed to curl her legs down under her so that she was kneeling on the hot tubs floor. My cock, still only half hard, was no longer rubbing her cunny as I massaged her.
I knelt behind her, cock nestling between her taut butt cheeks, I could feel her clench and relax, her cheeks expertly manipulating my cock to hardness slowly.
Her shoulders under my hands, finding the knots and kinks with my fingers, teasing them out, and slowly working along each arm.
With each rub and circle of her muscles she pushed against me, and then.. I realised that she had moved her hips, rising up and down on to my hard cock.
I felt her body give way, muscles relax, the slow penetration.
I couldn't stop the massage, I didn't want to stop the slow rhythmic fucking as she rose with care, descending once more.
In all the years I was married to my ex we'd never fucked in the bath, any bath for that matter.
Twice when we were on holiday in Switzerland, and that was in a shower not a bath.
And now here I was, being gently ridden by a woman half my age, making it clear that she wanted this, my body reacting to her and hers to mine.
The massage came to an end but she wasn't done yet, continuing to rise, fall, rise again.. My hands on her hips and her shoulders.
Her head turned, lips finding mine for a moment before she broke off the tender kiss.
"Davis... That's five hundred.." her eyes sparkling "A lot more than I thought it would be.."
"Coach.." I was lost for words, she'd been counting every slow thrust.
"Do you want to sprint for the finish line champ.."
I didn't answer her, instead I pushed her against the side of the hot tub, half hanging out of it and began to fuck her, no longer the slow marathon pace sex we were having, a hard final sprint, furious pounding and pumping of my hips, slamming hard against her arse.
"Yes.. Yes champ... Come on.. Faster.. Sprint... Faster..."
Both my hands were on her hips now, pulling her on my cock as I continued to fuck her faster, as fast as I could.
As I came inside her she screamed "champ" over and over again as she bucked back onto my cock.
I was spent, and she was too, finally quiet and leaning over the hot tub side.
Her arse was red from pounding she'd just received.
She eventually turned around, a proud smile on her face.
"Oh Davis, if I hadn't told you to sprint I think you would have kept going.. I don't think you are going to need much stamina training at all.."
I sat back, receiving her accolade.
"What can I say Coach.. I've had a great Trainer.."
"Mmm well don't get to cocky.. On Wednesday you're goal is going to be a minimum of a thousand.." she patted my cheek and sat next to me, the motor of the tub started up again, soft ticklish bubbles rising from the floor.
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