This is a work of fan-fiction. The story I tell about people presented here is my own invention, and it is not purported or believed to be representative of any factual information. This story is for entertainment only and does not provide any factual representation of anyone involved.
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When she raised her head up from her push-ups, Amira noticed her.
The bald beauty walked through the gym with quiet confidence. Amira's eyes took in her body's curves. They gazed in awe at the combination of toned legs, a tight waist, and a slight chest that was already charming her.
She sharply turned her head, trying to focus on a nearby weight instead of that other girl. She wanted to look at her more, but just wasn't sure how to handle that task naturally.
Standing up, she looked at herself in the mirror. Briefly examining herself, with her tanned skin and uncomfortably large breasts, she stretched her long legs and arms. After a few seconds of half-assed stretching, she looked at the other beauty using the mirror.
She was currently using a bench press, lifting up sixty pounds easily. Amira considered how the bench press would affect her chest. Curious, she strode to a rowing machine that gave her a good view of that area.
Taking a seat, Amira began rowing. After a dozen rows, she fell into a steady rhythm. Not worried about being found out, she began her examination.
It was definitely a good chest; being pronounced enough you could tell she was no boy, while being small enough that they weren't a hindrance. Amira also noticed, as the bald beauty's chest strained against her tank top, that the chest was pierced. She could make out vague marks of some object, but nothing else besides that.
Amira thought about how she'd like to find out what kind of piercings those were exactly. She imagined herself closely examining them, feeling their metallic substance while their skin caressed each other. Then she noticed herself slowing down, leaving her a bit embarrassed before speeding back up.
For a while, Amira fell into a steady rhythm. She watched that bald, nameless woman, rowed at a comfortable pace, and thought lust-filled thoughts with each pull on the rower.
Then Amira saw the target of her gaze get up. Amira's gaze followed her body until she found some weights piled up next to a mirror on the wall. Picking two up, she began to squat while holding them above her.
Amira could tell this was a familiar exercise for her. The motions were comfortable and precise, borne of long practice. Aside from that, her ass just looked great; a sign that she had reaped the reward of her hard work long ago. Showing off beneath the shorts' skin-tight fabric, it was tight and firm.
Continuing to row, Amira enjoyed the sight. Wondering how good it would look naked, she started rowing faster. Hoping that some exertion would get rid of any such distracting thoughts, she exerted effort to the endeavor.
Soon, she was sweating, thinking about nothing but how her sweaty skin felt. She breathed heavily, sending her tits bouncing with each enormous inward breath. Then, she got up and went over to the water fountain.
She imagined herself trying to be as sexy as that other beauty. The one she now tried to avoid looking at. The looks were there of course, but she just lacked the confidence.
Sipping at the water fountain, her wandering eyes couldn't resist. They once again found themselves focused on the beauty. Amira's eyes followed her to the women's locker room.
Where she might be taking a shower, she thought.
Fueled by emotion more than reason, Amira's body was pulled to the locker room. Closer, she heard the clang of a locker door closing. Going into the locker room, she heard the shower turn on.
Trying to calm herself, Amira took off her clothes quickly. As if someone might notice her nervousness, she tried to silently close the locker door. She looked from side to side, looking for anyone else who might be nearby. Hearing only the shower, Amira's nerves steeled slightly.
Taking a deep breath, she went into the shower.
The shower room, with only five showerheads, was small. It gave Amira a reason to be close. With only one shower head between them, Amira took her place and turned on the shower.
The warm water sprayed down on Amira. It drizzled through her curly, dark hair, then dripped down her neck, before caressing her bounteous breasts. Comforted by the feel of the water, she was relaxed enough to let her eyes look out towards her side.
Standing there, the water was spraying all over her. The bald beauty's arms were raised above her, making her look like a renaissance statue as she leaned her body towards the oncoming water. The only sign that she wasn't a lifeless statue was the bright shine of her skin.
Along with the tattoos. Amira didn't know any sculptor who would put random tattoos on their artwork.
She counted one tattoo by the neck, a collection of words that wasn't close enough she could read. Wishing she was close enough to read it, she noticed a balloon tattoo, a mushroom tattoo, and a word near her waistline. Then, she noticed a small star below her waist, attracting Amira's attention.
After a few seconds, Amira realized she wasn't being subtle anymore. She was just staring at the bald beauty spinning her body in the shower. Turning her head back to her showerhead, she ruffled her hair a bit; pretending to lather a non-existent shampoo into her hair.
The repetitive motion took her away from the moment, letting her forget why she would be embarrassed. She looked around, bored with staring at the showerhead.
