Friday comes, I head to the gym to get back into my routine, I had found a nice place not too far from my house, so I decided to put my things in a small pack, and jog over.

I arrive at the gym, check in with the instructor at the front desk, then go about my workout, I’m on a station doing lat presses when I hear “owwww.. help please!!…”, I look towards the voice, and see a young lady having trouble with a butterfly machine, I jump over to her, see that she had used way too much weight and was currently sitting with her legs pulled wide open.

I pull the two attachments together, straining, I tell her “get your legs out now!” she quickly pulls her legs up and out, I slowly let the arms open again, she is climbing out of the seat, and as she gets down she cries out “owwww.damn it!, I move to her “are you okay?” I ask, “owww..no..something’s going on with my inner thighs…owww” she cries, without a word I pick her up and take her to one of the tables, and set her down.

“it sounds like your having spasms from over exerting your adductor longus” I said “my what?…and do I need to go to the hospital for this?” she asks with concern in her voice, “adductor longus…those are the long muscles on the inside of your thighs…and no..no hospital…” I laugh “you just need to massage the muscles to stop the spasms…would you like me to show you?” I ask.

“would you please….it hurts so fucking bad right now…oh god..I’m so sorry about the language..but it really does hurt” she pleas, I chuckle and tell her “don’t worry about the language…I’ve heard….and said a whole lot worse….lay back, and move your right leg so your knee is bent ninety degrees, it will hurt, but I’ll get it to feel better”.

She complies, and I start to knead the muscles starting closest to her knee, then working my way up the inside of her thigh “ohhhh….god…that feels sooooo good” she moans as I work the knots from her muscle “ohhh…seeing as we’re being so intimate…mmmm…damn….my name is Alexis Duval….and you are…ohhh..god” She says, laughing again I say “nope, not god….just Steve Edwards at your humble service, rescuer of maidens in distress”

Giggling she say’s “it’s nice to meet a rescuer of maidens Steve”, I move to the other side of the table and tell her “now the same thing with this leg, but don’t bring the other leg back yet, we want to keep the muscle elongated until the lactic acid has bled off some”.

I massaged the muscles again, eliciting more moans from her, she quips “god I sound like a proper slut here…but it feels so good not hurting..” I chuckle politely, “not going to judge you” but the truth of the matter, is that her moans were causing a reaction I didn’t really want at the moment, so I shifted myself to try and keep things under control.