I was running late for spinning class again, but with a weeklong hen-do in sunny Spain coming up there was no way I was going to miss the chance to work off another millimetre of tummy fat!
The same girls I'd seen for the past two months filed into the stuffy room stretching their figure hugging leggings as they mounted their bikes. The class was great for toning my legs and bum, but oh my god it was boring. Not one hot guy!
As I pedalled away imagining the calories melting from my body my eyes wandered to the glass window to my right where I could see and hear the regular gym guys grunting and sweating away working their heavy weights. My gaze stopped on one I hadn't seen before. He was around six feet tall with soft, short brown hair, well built with a sexy mouth and nice teeth and not too muscly. Just my type! At that moment he looked up from his workout, his eyes meeting mine. My heart felt like it had jumped into my mouth! My feet slipped off the pedals and I quickly looked away knowing I'd turned a little red. Shit! Why did I still react like a ten year old whenever I saw a guy I fancied? I resumed my pedalling despite a few odd looks from my class-mates and after short while slyly glanced back up at hot gym guy. He'd moved onto the pull down bar thingy machine and was facing away from me. Each rep accentuated his sexy triceps and shoulder muscles that protruded from his vest. My eyes traced a line over his neck and upper arms as I imagined how it would feel running my fingers along his firm, warm muscles. He moved onto the sit up machine. It felt like my gaze was glued upon him as I focused on his firm abs and the generous bulge in his shorts watching him powerful pumped his torso up and down. He looked up again, this time I didn't look away, and when he flashed me a little smirk I could literally feel my stomach spin like a washing machine and the warm familiar rush of sexy juices building up in my pussy. As I cycled away still watching him the feel of my fanny lips rubbing against the saddle sent a warm, tingly feeling up into my pelvis.
Before I knew it the class was over, but I was still horny. I needed to chill out. I headed to the locker room and changed into my swimwear. A good steaming would get rid of a few more pounds of fat and make me too exhausted to think any more about hot gym guy and his sexy abs. I walked towards the steam room and opened the door. The wave of heat hit my skin reminding me of the feeling of walking out of your air conditioned room into the sizzling humidity of a boiling hot summer's day in Ibiza. Gorgeous! I had the small room to myself. I sat on the warm wooden bench in the corner, put my feet up and closed my eyes, slowly breathing in the moist, hot air. After a few minutes of dozing, thoughts of hot gym guy and what I'd like him to do to me were still running through my mind. Suddenly the door jolted open and as a cloud of steam escaped the room in walked my hot gym guy. We both did a double take as we clocked each other.
"Hi" he said in a steady, smooth low voice.
"Oh hi" I said with a noticeable quiver.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Errr no, not at all."
