Page 8 of His Candy Cane (Sweet Treats 1)

That doesn’t mean that they’re not women though. They still book me for personal training sessions, but I’m always very deferential and courteous during those sessions. I call them “Ma’am” or “Mrs. So-and-So” and avert my eyes whenever we do exercises involving the chest or groin. I also wear loose t-shirts and basketball shorts when working with my other female clients because I don’t want to give them the wrong idea.

But somehow, I knew that Maisie was going to be different. When her mother called, I had a feeling deep in my gut that this curvy girl was going to be right up my alley, and sure enough, she is. I need to stay focused and professional, but unfortunately, the snake in my pants has a mind of its own. It’s stiffening and hardening, and goddamnit, but I think it’s already beginning to leak. Hopefully, the wet spot isn’t showing, otherwise my sweet customer is going to go running for the hills.

“Mr. P, am I doing this right?” Maisie asks while lifting her knee to her chest and squeezing it tight. “Should I do the same thing with my other leg?”

I shake my head.

“Let me help you get a better stretch,” I say, taking her calf in one hand. “Now extend your leg, and let me press it over your shoulder.”

We get into a very close position where we’re almost face to face despite the fact that I have her outstretched left leg in both of my hands. Slowly, I press it backwards, and she moans at the delicious stretch.

“Oooh, I can feel that in the area behind me knee,” she squeals. “It’s tight!”

“It is,” I growl. “One. Two. Three. Hooooold. Now relax.”

With that, I let go of her leg, and slowly bring it back down to rest on the mat. Then I pick up her other leg.

“Same thing on this side,” I rumble. “Ready?”

She nods, and gently, I push back on the leg until that one too is high up behind her ear. We’re face to face again, albeit with one curvy thigh between us, and I can see her nostrils flaring gently with my proximity.

“That feels good,” she manages in a slightly strangled voice. “I didn’t even know my leg could go so far back.”

“It can,” I say with a slight smirk while letting her appendage drift slowly back to the floor. “I’m here to push you to new heights so that your body can do things you never imagined. Now, let’s get both legs stretched at once.”

Maisie nods.

“What should I do?”

“Hold your legs out wide,” I command. “Like you’re doing the air splits, with each big toe pointed at different corners of the room.”

Her eyes widen because it’s going to be a dirty position. In fact, she’ll basically be baring her sweetness to me, even though it’s covered with fabric at the moment.

“Oh my gosh,” she whispers. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” I nod. “If you can’t do the splits, I’ll help you.”

“I can’t do them,” she confirms. “I’ve never been that flexible, not even when I was a kid.”

I nod.

“No worries. Just give it a try, and we’ll see how it goes.”

Slowly, Maisie nods and takes a deep breath before stretching her legs apart and lifting them up with a hand under each thigh. Her breasts strain at her sports bra as her legs split wider and wider, each meaty thigh making my already-stiff rod harden even more. She strains and pulls, her brown curls tumbling in a mass around her shoulders as her legs form a beautiful vee, and that’s when I catch a glimpse of what I’ve been waiting for. Because the curvy girl is aroused and it shows. There’s a wet spot right at the crotch of her leggings, and I know it’s not sweat. Instead, a glorious female musk permeates the air, and as I sniff the delicious scent, my manhood leaps to full power. Maisie wants this just as much as I do, and I’m the man to show her the full power of my candy cane staff.

6

Maisie

Patrick’s blue eyes flare as he takes in my position.

“You look gorgeous like this,” he growls.

I flush.

“I do? Oh my gosh, it feels good.”

After all, I can hardly believe this is happening. I’m all alone with a handsome man, and I’m lying on the floor before him with my legs split wide. In fact, I’m parting my legs for him, as if baring my most sensitive spot while cupping my breasts as if in offering. But of course, that’s not true because I’m clothed. Maybe my gym outfit is tight and revealing, but it’s still real fabric preventing his eyes from seeing the lush curves and moist folds that crave his touch.

But then, Patrick surprises me. He kneels between my legs, and those broad shoulders are so wide that they almost block out the light from above.

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