She was glad to get out of her sweatpants.
The body pump class had been intense, but the 4km run had totally wiped her out. She wasn't quite sure what got into her.
Well, ok, she had an inkling. She had spotted him over in the weights area.
She first saw him over a month ago, and their paths had only crossed paths one more time. When she realised he was training that evening, she knew she wanted to hang back and try to time her exit so she could accidentally 'bump' into him as they left thegym. Maybe he might invite her for a post workout drink.
She knows he definitely noticed her. She caught him checking her out as she wandered back from body pump, and again a few times on the treadmill. Though to be fair, maybe it was he that had caught her checking him out once or twice.
She stepped into the shower, enjoying the rejuvenating heat. Rolling her head from side to side, she let the water pass over her hair, face and back. After a deep breath, she began to focus. Couldn't take too long. The gym would be closing soon, and she didn't want to miss her chance.
She grabbed her soap and ran the bar over her stomach and shoulders. Then she ran it down her thighs, over her shins then stretched to reach her calves. She enjoyed the way the slight tension in her muscles dissolved, as if washed away by the hot water.
She was working the soap up and down her calves and the tops of her feet when she froze. In her peripheral vision, standing immediately behind her, we two feet..naked, attached to similarly unattired legs.
She froze, and let out an involuntary – and very audible – gasp.
"Don't move one inch. Hold that position until I say so", a confident male voice instructed.
She didn't think she could move if she wanted to. Her mind was racing. Is this some kind of joke? Was it a friend trying to scare her, or a poorly thought-through joke?
There were only a handful of people at the gym when she entered the change rooms, and she was the only woman. She thought she had the room to herself.
As if reading her mind, he spoke again.
"I sent Brad home. I told him I wanted to do another couple of sets on the bench press, and that I would close up for him."
Brad was the attendant behind the front deck tonight. She met him months ago when she first signed up for the gym.
"What I really wanted was some quality time with you. You caught my eye when you came back from class. It didn't take me long to work out I'd also caught your eye. So now you and I are here, alone. And I am very much liking what I see."
She could see that he turned on the heels of his feet, and walked slightly to the right, out of her peripheral vision. She could no longer see him, and it made the hairs on her neck tingle. Here she was, in all her naked glory, bent over, wet and, well, soapy, and he was standing out there, so very close, but out of view.
"Let me wash that soap off".
She heard the metal rasp of the shower head being turned, as he directed the flow of water over her back, down the front of her torso first, then angling it over her ass and down her legs.
"Remember, don't move an inch."
She felt a hand placed in the centre of her back. In a slow, firm stroke, it ran down her back, over the curve of her ass, and then down the outside of her right leg. The hand then moved to the rear of her leg and, just as it reached her inner knee, the fingers opened, star-shaped. The fingers pushed firmly into her flesh as the hand dragged its way up her inner thigh, pausing at the crease her of groin and leg.
She involuntarily jerked forward and stifled a shriek. The sensation of his hand resting on her inner thigh spread unexpected warmth through her belly. Only then did she become vaguely aware that the water had been turned off.
His feet stepped in view again, this time immediately behind hers. She felt his arm wrap around her waist.
"You can stand up now."
As she slowly bent at the waist, lifting her torso, his grip tightened, pulling her against his abdomen, her ass pressed against his groin.
The heat and firmness of his cock were unmistakable.
As her back made contact with his chest, he wrapped his other arm around her, soon cupping each breast with his hands. He stroked them firmly, running his fingers over her hardening nipples, then slowly stroking each breast in a circular motion, before dragging his fingertips across the skin with the barest of touches.
"If you are willing to have me serve as your personal trainer this evening, and follow my every instruction to the letter, nod your head".
She hesitated slightly, then gave a quick nod in the affirmative.
"You are not to speak. You are to follow my instructions without question and without delay. Is that clear?"
She nodded again.
"Very well, follow me".
He unwrapped his arms from her body, and she felt him turning away. She turned slowly, and saw that he was already a dozen feet away, and quickly started after him, and followed him out of the change rooms.
