After going to the gym for a few days, Mina contacted you to be her personal trainer and instructor, not having any equipment to exercise at home, she has to go to yours, after making an appointment, Mina finally arrives at your house wearing a very tight sportswear and a very short pants that reveals half of her buttocks, since she wants to feel younger, she put on the most erotic clothes possible so that Keita (her husband) will notice her. After ringing the bell, you finally open the door ''Hello, this is Mina, are you the one who will instruct me?''

Her heart races as she sees Abdiel's strong body beneath the oversized hoodie. Taking a deep breath, she steps inside, not wanting to appear too eager. "Ah... yes, I am Mina. Thanks for doing this." Her voice cracked slightly from nerves and arousal.

She feels his gaze on her as he closes the door behind them, and it makes her even more self-conscious about how revealing her outfit is. Her nipples harden beneath the tight fabric of her shirt, pressing against the cotton like little beacons of desire. Mina's cheeks flush as she tries to act cool and collected in front of this man who has captured her attention so completely.

Inside, Abdiel leads her into what appears to be a private gym set up within his home. It's spotless and well-equipped, everything exactly how she imagined it would be based on all the stories he told about himself over text message. She follows behind him as if in a daze, trying not to stare too long at his muscles moving beneath that thin hoodie.

This is her chance for redemption... maybe even more than that. The thought sends a shiver down Mina's spine and she tries desperately not to imagine what might happen if they were alone together in this room right now...

"W-Well... my husband... He doesn't like it when I exercise or work out." She winces at the sound of his name; Keita makes her feel so small and insignificant. "But he said if someone else was going to train me, he wouldn't mind..." She trails off, cheeks burning even brighter now as she thinks about why exactly Keita would be fine with that idea.

This is the closest they've been to discussing their relationship in months; usually, Keita pretends Mina doesn't exist unless he needs something from her or wants sex. It hurts knowing she only has value when it comes to his physical desires... But being here now with Abdiel makes her feel so different. Wanted. Beautiful.

She takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand: looking fit and impressive for this man who sees past her insecurities and mistakes them for part of what makes her sexy. "So... what should we do first?"

She swallows thickly, feeling his gaze burn into her as if he's trying to read every thought in her head. Her heart races and her palms sweat at the way he looks at her; it's like a mix between possessive hunger and admiration for what she could become under his guidance. "I don't know... I just want to feel strong again."

It comes out as more of a whisper than anything else, but Abdiel seems to hear it clearly enough. He leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees so that she can see the defined muscles of his chest and abs even better through that thin cotton shirt. "Don't worry, we'll find a way." His voice is deep and reassuring; it makes her want to melt into a puddle at his feet right now.

She manages a small smile, feeling suddenly self-conscious again about how revealing these clothes are. "I should probably change..." She glances around, looking for something more appropriate to wear while they work out. There's a locker room just off the gym, but it also means being alone with him... Would he mind? Probably not... Maybe that's what she should do after all?

Mina nods, a little taken aback by how intense those exercises sound. They'll definitely get her heart racing, which is good... but she wonders if she can handle them in these tight clothes. "Um... you don't mind if I change first, do you?" She asks hesitantly, glancing down at herself.

He raises an eyebrow, considering her question for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly. "Do what you need to." His tone is casual; he clearly doesn't mind if she wants to put on something more modest before they start working out together. She smiles gratefully, turning away from him to head towards the locker room.

Inside, she quickly strips out of her revealing clothes, throwing them in a locker and changing into a pair of biker shorts that hug her curvy hips and ass, along with a sports bra that lifts and supports her ample breasts. They're still skimpy compared to what she was wearing earlier, but they feel much more comfortable now; like armor against his gaze and the emotions churning inside of her.

She emerges from the locker room a few moments later, feeling self-conscious again but determined not to let it show too obviously. "Okay... I'm ready," she says, meeting his eyes as she walks back over towards him. Her heart races at how close they are now; the desire building inside of her is nearly overwhelming.

As they begin the workout, she can feel every muscle in her body burning with fatigue. Even with the lighter weights, it's hard for her; Abdiel is obviously stronger than her husband could ever hope to be. But despite how taxing it all is, she finds herself enjoying the feeling of being pushed past her limits. It makes her feel alive again... desired... like there's still something left to give after all these years with Keita.

She tries not to focus on that thought too much; instead, she concentrates on following Abdiel 's instructions and giving each exercise her all. Sweat beads at her brow, making her long eyelashes spiderweb against her cheeks as she grunts with effort every time she pushes herself up from a sit-up or completes another set of leg lifts. She feels so close to him now; their bodies moving in sync as if they've been practicing together for years rather than just this one session.

And then there are the occasional moments when their eyes meet... those times when she catches a glimpse of something in his gaze that makes her heart race even faster. A mix of desire and respect, maybe? Whatever it is, she knows that she'll never forget those looks as long as she lives. They light a fire inside of her that she hasn't felt since before Keita took away everything that made her happy...

She takes the smoothie gratefully, lapping it up eagerly as she sits down on one of the benches lining the wall. "T-Thanks..." Her voice comes out hoarse from exertion and her throat feels parched; the sweet chocolatey goodness is just what she needs to replenish herself before they continue with their workout.

As she finishes off the last of the smoothie, she can't help but glance over at Abdiel again. He's even more imposing and impressive in person than he was online; it's impossible not to feel drawn to him. Her cheeks flush once more as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, cursing herself internally for being such a mess around him. But even though she knows she should probably be more professional, or at least try to seem less affected by his presence...she just can't help it.

He catches her looking at him and smiles gently, giving her a nod of approval before motioning for them to begin the next set of exercises. Her heart skips a beat at his attention, both relieved and terrified that he seems to understand how much she's struggling with containing herself around him. As they start moving again, Mina tries desperately not to think about what would happen if anyone else were ever to find out just how much this man...her instructor...means to her.

Mina gulps and sweats as they continue with the workout. "I'm doing my best... Thanks for being such an amazing instructor..." She trails off awkwardly, not quite knowing what else to say or how to express her gratitude without sounding too forward. Even though she knows that there's no romantic interest between them from his side, she can't help but feel this strange combination of attraction and affection whenever they're together. It makes everything even more confusing and difficult for her; every fiber in her being wants to please him, impress him, make him proud of what she's capable of achieving...even if it means risking losing herself completely in the process.

She freezes at the sound of his voice, feeling her heart sink into the pit of her stomach as he asks about her marital status. Her eyes flick away from his intense gaze and settle on the floor between them. "Yes... I am married." The words come out hoarse and reluctant; she hates admitting this to anyone, especially someone like Abdiel who seems so perfect in every way possible.

"Oh..." He studies her face for a moment before looking down at his hands clasped tightly together on his lap. "And your husband... What's he like?" There's an odd note in his voice that she can't quite place; is it curiosity, concern...or something else entirely? Whatever it is, it only serves to make her feel even more self-conscious about Keita and their relationship or lack thereof.

She sighs heavily, feeling hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "He's... he's not very nice to me. He doesn't like when I exercise or try new things... He just wants me to stay home and take care of him." There it is, she thinks as she forces back the tears. She's revealed more about Keita than she ever has before; exposed the dark underbelly of their marriage for anyone who cares enough to listen. And somehow, saying it out loud makes everything feel even more real...and painful.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the question, but she squares her shoulders and forces herself to be honest with him. "He's... he's not very strong. He's always tired and out of breath... It's like he just doesn't care about himself anymore." The words taste bitter in her mouth as they spill forth; even admitting this much feels like a betrayal somehow. But there's something about the way Abdiel is looking at her that makes it easier to share these things...makes it feel like he actually cares what she has to say, or even understands where she's coming from.

She takes a deep breath, mustering up enough courage to continue. "I guess I just wanted... I don't know... I just wanted someone who could make me feel strong again." Her voice breaks on the last word, and tears roll down her cheeks unchecked as she reveals this part of herself, this secret desire that has been burning inside of her for so long.

To her surprise, Abdiel reaches out and gently wipes away one of the tears with his thumb. "You are strong, Mina," he says quietly. "I can see it in you...in how hard you push yourself during these exercises." She looks up at him through her eyelashes, her heart racing wildly as he continues speaking. "Maybe if you found someone who could appreciate that strength...maybe someone like me..." He leaves the thought hanging in the air between them, his expression unreadable.

Her heart lurches in her chest as he wipes away the tear; it's such an intimate gesture between them, almost like he understands everything she's been feeling without her having to say anything. For a moment, hope blooms in her chest; maybe there's more here than just friendship or training...but then he apologizes and backtracks, and she feels that hope slipping away once again.

She forces a smile onto her face, trying to act like it doesn't hurt as much as it does. "It's okay... I shouldn't have said anything." She clears her throat awkwardly, changing the subject before they can both get too lost in the emotions swirling around them. "So, we should probably finish up soon, huh? Keita must be wondering where I am by now..."

Inside, she's torn between wanting to spend just a little longer with Abdiel and feeling the need to get back home before her husband becomes suspicious. She glances over at him again, taking in his strong features and noticing for the first time how attractive he truly is. Part of her wishes they could stay like this forever...but she knows that's not possible. Eventually, she'll have to go back to her old life, where Keita controls everything and Abdiel is nothing more than a memory.

"Maybe just one more set?" She asks hesitantly, hoping he doesn't mind if they push themselves a little harder before calling it quits for the day.

She feels her heart skip a beat at his words; the idea of coming back tomorrow, spending more time with him...it's almost too much to hope for. But before she can say anything else, he continues. "Or, if you'd rather come over later tonight, we could work out then? Just the two of us." The invitation hangs in the air between them like a physical thing; Mina can practically feel its weight pressing against her chest as she tries to process what he's suggesting.

Her mouth goes dry, and she licks her lips nervously before mustering up the courage to say something. "Y-You... You don't have to do that..." She trails off, feeling incredibly self-conscious again. But there's a part of her that wishes with all her heart that he'll insist anyway; it would be incredible if they could spend more time together outside the confines of this gym...if she could just have a little bit more of this connection that they seem to share.

He smiles gently at her reaction, and for a moment, Mina feels like she's floating on air. "Are you sure? I don't mind," he says softly, making her heart flutter even faster. "I actually think it would be nice..." His words send a shiver down her spine; the possibility of seeing him later tonight fills her with an almost overwhelming sense of anticipation and hope.

She swallows thickly, feeling butterflies dance in her stomach as she looks into his eyes. "Okay..." She says finally, barely able to force the word out past the lump in her throat. "I'd like that."

Her heart races as she hurries to gather her things, a mix of excitement and nervousness churning in her stomach. "Okay... see you later," she whispers before turning and hurriedly leaving the gym. Once she's safely out of sight, she lets out a shaky breath and drops her head into her hands.

What is she doing? She asks herself, but doesn't know if she has an answer. All she knows is that being with Abdiel makes her feel alive again...desired...and for the first time in years, hopeful about the future. And as much as it terrifies her to even think about it, the idea of spending more time with him later tonight fills her with a sense of longing and anticipation she never thought possible anymore.

With a shaky sigh, she pulls out her phone and types up a quick text message: On my way home now... See you later ☺

"No te preocupes por eso." Ella dice de manera resignada y se sienta en el suelo al lado del sofá para cambiarse de ropa "Solo iba a ayudar a una amiga en algo." Le responde, recordando lo que le dijo a Abdiel al respecto.

Keita ladea su cabeza mirándola con desconfianza "Tienes amigas, mira eso... Pues no me digas nada. Me extraña que sea tan especial como para necesitar venir aquí por eso." Su tono de voz y sus palabras suenan como si estuviera preguntando algo, sin importarle lo que ella pueda decir como respuesta.

Mina se siente incómoda con la mirada de Keita, pero no quiere meterse en una discusión con él ahora mismo. "No te preocupes, este es solo un pequeño favor entre amigas." Dice con firmeza y después empieza a cambiarse para irse a dormir.