When I started my workout at Planet Fitness my life was about to change in a way that I could not have imagined.
At 6 o'clock that evening she was just another gym rat, a girl whom I had never met.
She is my height, 5' 6. Her dark-brunette hair hung in a ponytail down to her shoulder blades. Just a hint of shadow adorned brown eyes. She has an oval face, thin lips and high cheekbones. She was wearing a medium-gray heather tank too with black leggings, an outfit similar to mine.
At 33 years old, I find myself single again, It's not that my x husband is a bad guy. It's just that the marriage didn't feel right. The occasional fantasy of being sexual with another woman had been a closely guarded secret. I told myself over and over again that I would never try to make it a reality.
Anyway about 10 minutes into my workout I came to a pec fly apparatus. She was working out at the pec fly apparatus next to me.
After a few seconds I remarked that "this is new for me."
She nodded so I continied, "I'm used to running outdoors."
She gave a longwinded reply.
"I started a daily workout regimen four years ago. I do the entire circuit, upper body and legs."
The conversation lasted a few minutes longer. I talked a lttle bit about my job as a graphics designer. She mentioned that she is a legal secretary. As it turns out we live equal distance from this gym but in different directions.
Later that evening as I slouched in the gray fabric sofa Cheryl from the gym was alive and well in my head. The tattoo on her upper right arm had held my gaze for a second, though I didn't ask about it.
I opened my copy of "Coast Guard Rescue One", the first ever lesbian romance after reading dozens of straight romance novels.
I was totally engrossed in the tale of the Australian "Captain Jordan Armstrong" and American expatriot "Sarah Matthews"
The next several days passed in a blur of long days at the design studio and deadlines to meet. My workouts at the gym started later in the evening. They became a stress relief activity as much as for conditioning.
A part of me deep down missed chatting with Cheryl DeLuca.
Two weeks had passed before I could go again to the gym at my usual hour, 6 o'clock. As I walked into the locker room Cheryl was there changing into workout clothes. My gaze went to her breasts and she didn't seem to mind.
"Haven't seen you in a while," she remarked.
"Been busy at work," I replied. "We had to neet deadlines for our designs plus new orders came."
"Well it's good to seed you again."
"Likewise," I replied.
We worked out together for more than a half hour.
Just before leaving the gym she said, "let's go someplace for coffee Saturday morning."
I accepted happily.
As the days passed I quietly looked forward to our coffee date.
