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I had already turned the music up when they started walking through the door. Some of my students were twice my 24 years old, each clad in their workout clothes. Shirley had her fuzzy headband on, and Rob must have forgotten his gym socks. Black argyle socks climbed up his calves, visible between the Cycle shoes and his athletic shorts. I smiled and greeted them all by name, already perched atop my spin bike. I had to lower the seat and adjust the handlebars quite a bit to fit my petite frame, but now I was able to pedal smoothly. My feet, clipped securely on to the pedals, pushed and pulled evenly in time with one another.
"Alright everyone! We will give it just a couple minute before we get started. Please make sure you have a water bottle with you. Don't want you to get dehydrated!" I could feel my dimples pop in my cheeks with my smile. I had a full class today. Hopefully they would have good energy, so I could give them the workout they came for.
I leaned back off the handlebars and took out my ponytail. My blonde hair tumbled down my back. I shivered a little at the sensation on the skin my racerback tank top left uncovered. I quickly twisted it back up into a no-nonsense bun. If it was a good ride, my hairstyle wouldn't stay in place anyways. I joked with my students that I could gauge how good a class was by how untamed my hair became.
I glanced to the clock. One o'clock, sharp. I beamed to the 12 people in front of me, all looking to me for guidance and a good sweat. "Time to get started! Welcome to spin class! In case you don't know me, my name is Rose, and I'm so looking forward to leading you through this ride. Let's start warming up!" With that, I turned the music up so they could feel the bass wash over them, and I settled into the rhythm.
The first two songs were warm-up, our only goal being to increase our heart rates and get warm. By that time, I could feel the beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. My breathing got deeper- smooth, strong inhales and exhales. My legs pressed into the pedals then pulled upwards to push onwards. I could feel just enough tension on the pedals to make my quads and hamstrings uncomfortable, but now unhappy.
I cheered my students on until the fourth song. That's when something happened that I never expected. We were doing sprints, pushing as hard and fast as we could when I leaned forward. As my elbows rested on the bottom of the handlebars, I jumped and gasped. When I leaned forward, the bike seat ground into my clit. Recovering my composure, I slowed the class down. I threw my gaze around the room to the twelve glistening foreheads facing me to remind myself that I was at work. I cued my class to stand while I tried not to think about my hungry pussy so wet and ready for attention that even the bike seat could fulfill it.
The music changed, and I realized I missed my cue to start back, so we switched to the sprint. My legs spun in circles, my hips shifting side to side slightly. I leaned forward slightly for more power. At that point, the narrow bike seat split the lips of my pussy wide. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Driving my hips back oh so slightly, my clit was stroked to the rhythm of my pedaling. I called out the rpm range, remembering to maintain my composure, but the students were all focused on pushing themselves to notice my self-pleasuring ride.
Twenty seconds were up all too quickly. We stood on our pedals for a short recovery interval. By that time, I was dripping, both the sweat that traced a line down my sternum between my small, tight breasts and my hungry slit between my legs. Glancing down, I could see my nipples sharp against my sports bra and tank top. Nothing I could do about it now.
Taking a deep breath, I called for the final sprint, also the longest. Pushing hard and fast until the end of the song. We sank onto our seats and powered into the speed. I thrust my clit onto the front edge of the seat. I grinned out at the faces in front of me. They had no clue. I could feel the pleasure starting to build. To my students, my face was getting flushed and my chest was heaving from exertion. But really, waves of pleasure washed over me. I slipped a little on the seat. I had soaked through my panties and athletic tights, my wetness seeping onto the leather seat I share with so many other instructors. I closed my eyes.
"Don't stop! Keep going!" They thought my words were encouraging them, but I was cheering myself on. I began to tingle in my toes. The tightness was starting. "Remember. Go BREATHLESS!" I stumbled over the cues I had said so many times before. My breath was uncontrollable, pants of pleasure and exertion. "You are almost there! Do. Not. Quit!" Yes, I was almost there too. I glanced at the clock. Five more seconds. I tilted my pelvis forward almost imperceptibly and lifted my upper body to hold my orgasm at bay. Tightening my inner muscles, I pulled myself together just enough to call my final countdown. "Four. Three. Two. And one!" As I called that final number, my voice broke as I lost self-control. My orgasm washed through me, everything I was holding back getting swept away by the pleasure. My pedal speed slowed. I barely stopped myself from crying out as I collapsed on top of the handlebars. A tingle ran from deep in my body all the way up my spine, making goosebumps appear on my arms. Knees quivering, I closed my eyes to attempt to take two good breaths. I could feel the final burst of wetness seeping it's way to the tops of my thighs. Gasping for air, I called out, "alright great job! Let's take two minutes to recover! Reduce your resistance." Looking at the clock once more, I knew I would need more than two minutes to recover from that. But we weren't even halfway through class. My gaze traveled back to my students, my face aglow. Another smile and a sip of water. "Alright. After this recovery, let's do all that again!"
"Alright everyone! We will give it just a couple minute before we get started. Please make sure you have a water bottle with you. Don't want you to get dehydrated!" I could feel my dimples pop in my cheeks with my smile. I had a full class today. Hopefully they would have good energy, so I could give them the workout they came for.
I leaned back off the handlebars and took out my ponytail. My blonde hair tumbled down my back. I shivered a little at the sensation on the skin my racerback tank top left uncovered. I quickly twisted it back up into a no-nonsense bun. If it was a good ride, my hairstyle wouldn't stay in place anyways. I joked with my students that I could gauge how good a class was by how untamed my hair became.
I glanced to the clock. One o'clock, sharp. I beamed to the 12 people in front of me, all looking to me for guidance and a good sweat. "Time to get started! Welcome to spin class! In case you don't know me, my name is Rose, and I'm so looking forward to leading you through this ride. Let's start warming up!" With that, I turned the music up so they could feel the bass wash over them, and I settled into the rhythm.
The first two songs were warm-up, our only goal being to increase our heart rates and get warm. By that time, I could feel the beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. My breathing got deeper- smooth, strong inhales and exhales. My legs pressed into the pedals then pulled upwards to push onwards. I could feel just enough tension on the pedals to make my quads and hamstrings uncomfortable, but now unhappy.
I cheered my students on until the fourth song. That's when something happened that I never expected. We were doing sprints, pushing as hard and fast as we could when I leaned forward. As my elbows rested on the bottom of the handlebars, I jumped and gasped. When I leaned forward, the bike seat ground into my clit. Recovering my composure, I slowed the class down. I threw my gaze around the room to the twelve glistening foreheads facing me to remind myself that I was at work. I cued my class to stand while I tried not to think about my hungry pussy so wet and ready for attention that even the bike seat could fulfill it.
The music changed, and I realized I missed my cue to start back, so we switched to the sprint. My legs spun in circles, my hips shifting side to side slightly. I leaned forward slightly for more power. At that point, the narrow bike seat split the lips of my pussy wide. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Driving my hips back oh so slightly, my clit was stroked to the rhythm of my pedaling. I called out the rpm range, remembering to maintain my composure, but the students were all focused on pushing themselves to notice my self-pleasuring ride.
Twenty seconds were up all too quickly. We stood on our pedals for a short recovery interval. By that time, I was dripping, both the sweat that traced a line down my sternum between my small, tight breasts and my hungry slit between my legs. Glancing down, I could see my nipples sharp against my sports bra and tank top. Nothing I could do about it now.
Taking a deep breath, I called for the final sprint, also the longest. Pushing hard and fast until the end of the song. We sank onto our seats and powered into the speed. I thrust my clit onto the front edge of the seat. I grinned out at the faces in front of me. They had no clue. I could feel the pleasure starting to build. To my students, my face was getting flushed and my chest was heaving from exertion. But really, waves of pleasure washed over me. I slipped a little on the seat. I had soaked through my panties and athletic tights, my wetness seeping onto the leather seat I share with so many other instructors. I closed my eyes.
"Don't stop! Keep going!" They thought my words were encouraging them, but I was cheering myself on. I began to tingle in my toes. The tightness was starting. "Remember. Go BREATHLESS!" I stumbled over the cues I had said so many times before. My breath was uncontrollable, pants of pleasure and exertion. "You are almost there! Do. Not. Quit!" Yes, I was almost there too. I glanced at the clock. Five more seconds. I tilted my pelvis forward almost imperceptibly and lifted my upper body to hold my orgasm at bay. Tightening my inner muscles, I pulled myself together just enough to call my final countdown. "Four. Three. Two. And one!" As I called that final number, my voice broke as I lost self-control. My orgasm washed through me, everything I was holding back getting swept away by the pleasure. My pedal speed slowed. I barely stopped myself from crying out as I collapsed on top of the handlebars. A tingle ran from deep in my body all the way up my spine, making goosebumps appear on my arms. Knees quivering, I closed my eyes to attempt to take two good breaths. I could feel the final burst of wetness seeping it's way to the tops of my thighs. Gasping for air, I called out, "alright great job! Let's take two minutes to recover! Reduce your resistance." Looking at the clock once more, I knew I would need more than two minutes to recover from that. But we weren't even halfway through class. My gaze traveled back to my students, my face aglow. Another smile and a sip of water. "Alright. After this recovery, let's do all that again!"
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