I love to watch you when you are unaware. So when you told me you were going to work out, I put my book down, and waited a few minutes for you to get settled. The hard driving blues of Stevie Ray Vaughan pounding in the air tells me that you are ready to begin. I quietly make my way to the doorway. Concentrating on your workout and with your back to me, it's easy to remain inconspicuous.
At first glance, I see that you have already positioned yourself on your weight bench in preparation for your work out. Flat on your back, legs spread wide and straddling the bench, feet planted flat on the ground. The weight bar is directly above your head and you are fixated on it as your mentally prepare yourself. I hear several deep breaths and watch you reach for the bar.
I am focused on your arms as you begin your repetitions. Your triceps swell and become more pumped and defined with each lift. No matter how many times I watch you, I am amazed at your strength. Thoughts of your strong arms wrapping themselves around me, pulling me into you invade my mind.
Returning to reality, my eyes begin to travel downward and settle upon your broad, hard chest. I watch your pecs thicken and bunch as they squeeze together with each push, almost touching. My thoughts turn to how safe and secure I feel when I lay my head upon your chest. How loved I feel when our bodies meld together, my softness pressed against your hardness.
Your grunts and groans snap me back to reality once again. My eyes move further down to your belly. Although subtle, your abs visibly tighten. What a sexy, hard belly. And when you are liftingβ¦even sexier.
Breaking my gaze, I move further south and for the first time, notice that you are naked. What a beautiful site. A slight gasp escapes my lips but you are so intense when you work out that your concentration is still undisturbed.