A Secret Admirer 3

The one thing I like about my group of friends here in Dubuque, is that there is a lot of variety. Young and old, short and tall, fat and skinny, busty and flat-chested, blondes, brunettes, redheads and even a few with gray hair. I'm more into personalities than appearances, but I will say that most of my friends are pretty nice in both departments.

My friend Sherry would fall into the skinny category. The athletic brunette has been pretty slim for as long as I can remember, which spans at least twenty years. She runs a gift shop downtown and has a small makeshift workout area in the loft above her store. She says she runs on her treadmill at least three times a day when things are slow, and has a set of assorted barbells and weights to work with as well.

I meet her jogging while I'm on my morning walks almost every day, and I can see why she doesn't have an ounce of fat on her. She caught me checking out her cute behind when she glanced back over her shoulder one day a few months ago, and hasn't let me forget it. Every time I'm in her store or see her somewhere around town, she seems to go out of her way to flaunt her cute little tushy at me.

I was at her shop this summer, when we were making small talk, when the conversation shifted to her workout regimen. That's where she told me about her mini-gym in the loft upstairs. She asked if I wanted to check it out, then flipped the 'Closed' sign on her door, locked it, and we headed upstairs in the old brick building.

The musty room was empty except for the barbells, a weight bench, the treadmill, a couple of jump ropes laying on the floor, and an antique love seat covered with dust, that had to be about as old as the building. There was also a sink and a wide open shower with some metal lockers right next to it. Not your normal fitness center, but I'm sure it worked out fine for her.

I hopped on the treadmill and began walking at a relatively slow pace as she picked up a couple of the barbells and started to do a few curls. She was extremely muscular for someone so thin, and I enjoyed watching her flex for me.

The window had no curtains, but Sherry smiled at me and confessed that she likes to work out topless and give a show to anyone that happens to be walking by. She proved it by taking off her top and bra, then wiggled out of her jean shorts until she was standing in front of me in nothing but her pink underwear.

She was extremely flat chested, and what little that was there was a bit saggy. I loved her huge nipples, they seemed to contrast with the rest of her tight body. I was checking her out once more, but this time we were face to face, and she appeared to like showing off for me.

Sherry asked if I wouldn't mind spotting her while she lifted some weights on the bench. I hopped off the treadmill and stood over her as she did about ten reps. I have no idea how much weight was on there, but I could barely help her get the bar back on the stand. It was pretty neat to watch her bare body tense up and veins pop out with every thrust. I had no idea she was this strong.

She picked up some barbells again, and handed me a couple of the smaller ones, and asked me to join her. It was pretty erotic standing there doing curls face to face, even though I was still fully clothed. Watching her tight, athletic body work out was turning me on.

Sherry put the dumbbells down and asked if I wanted to get a little more comfortable too. I glanced over at the window, but she assured me that the excitement of knowing that someone might be watching adds to the thrill.

She lifted my light blue top over my head and I stood before her, covering up. My nipples were nothing like hers, but they were erect and poking right though my sheer white bra. I kicked off my khaki shorts as she unhooked my bra, and we stood there in front of the window in our undies.

The beautiful bodybuilder handed me the dumbbells again and we did some more curls, putting on a show for anyone that may have been watching from across the street. She was right. It was an incredible turnon, both watching her, and the feeling that I was performing for perfect strangers outside.

We finally put the weights away and I followed Sherry over to the lockers. Again I was checking out her luscious tiny ass, and sure enough she glanced back and caught me looking again, giggling at my fascination with her.

Sherry teased me by hiking up her pink panties, wedging them in the crack of her ass. Her lovely butt was so tight you could probably strike a match on it. The athletic brunette was loving every bit of it, and played with her undies, tugging on them til they appeared to look like a thong. She turned around and shimmied out of her stretched out undies, exposing her meaty labia and huge clitoris.

I followed suit and got completely naked also, leaving my beige undies in a pile next to the rest of my clothes on the floor. She reached out and ran her long pointy fingers though my fluffy red muff, flashing her trademark toothy smile at me.

Our show and tell moment was interrupted when her cell phone went off. At first I didn't think she was going to answer, but after she checked the caller ID, she decided to answer. It was kind of awkward to be standing there in the nude eavesdropping on someone else's conversation.

"Hello?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad you liked it."

Sherry glanced back at me and smiled, not seeming to be in any hurry to end the call.

"Yes."

"Nothing."

"That's my friend Jenna."

The last line shocked me, and it was apparent somebody was calling that was watching our routine. I immediately covered up, even though we were out of view from the window.

"Sure."

"Yes."

Sherry was still on the call while I was covering up, thinking that someone was spying on us. She kept listening to her caller on the phone in one hand while using her free hand to play with my pussy. She finally hung up and steered me over to the window. She was right behind me, with her arms around me leering over my shoulder as I stood there exposed. I wanted to steer clear of the window, but was no match for her strength as she held me in place.

Although I couldn't move, the thrill of having Sherry put my naked body on display to anyone in downtown Dubuque was getting to me. She was right. I was extremely aroused. It didn't help that Sherry's muscular arms had me wrapped up, with one hand fondling my bare left breast, and the other gently made it's way down between my legs.

In the building across the street I could see a young man staring out his office window. I froze as Sherry continued to play with my pussy. I was becoming incredibly wet as the excitement was sending shivers right through me. She kept fingering me until I buckled from a silent but powerful orgasm, leaving her hand soaked. It was an eerie feeling as people were walking around on the street below unaware of our kinky show going on above them. Only the mysterious man across the street seemed to be enjoying our lewd behavior.

I barely caught my breath, recovering from the intense orgasm, when I looked up to see the man was gone. Sherry didn't even explain who it was and handed me my clothes. I was quietly getting dressed after our kinky exhibition when her phone rang again. I instantly peered out the window, thinking it was our admirer from across the street. Once again, I was relegated to eavesdropping on Sherry's call.

"Yes."

"I'm not sure."

"Just a sec."

The conversation could have been about any number of things, but my mind was racing, thinking it was the guy from the window across the street. Was it really a young man? Or was it someone older? I couldn't really tell. What if it was someone that knows me? Or worse, someone that knows my husband or daughters? The anonymous nature of this little game was driving me crazy.

Sherry was still on the phone when she looked at me and flashed a mischievous smile, before turning and holding out the phone for me. She chuckled at my nervousness while my eyes widened as I cautiously stared at the cellphone like it was going to bite me.

"It's for you."