by Jean Lambert
PART ONE
For me, going to the gym had a lot of benefits: fitness, muscle building and hot women in tight workout gear. I had been going to the same gym since I was sixteen, and in the last fourteen years, I had seen a lot of sexy women come and go. I was serious about my workouts, so I had never asked any of the women at the gym for a date. But it never hurt to have some eye candy while I was lifting.
Since I came to the gym often, I knew most of the regulars. Late evening was "Muscle Barbie's" workout time. I remember one particular Saturday night when I was working chest, and I spotted Muscle Barbie on the leg press. Fortunately, the position of the incline bench I was on gave me a perfect view of her while she pushed out each rep. She was blonde and kept her hair in a pony tail. She was short and well built. Despite the fact that she was muscular, she was not unfeminine. She clearly had a natural propensity to be curvy, and lifting had toned her otherwise voluptuous figure. Barbie's best features were her chest and her ass. She simply had naturally big boobs, that luckily weight lifting had not diminished. Her ass was bulbous and firm, and she could probably crack a walnut between those cheeks. That evening she was showing off her body in a pair of tight fitting cream colored yoga pants and a bra like sports top to match.
After finishing a few sets of incline press, and enjoying the view, I moved on to military. Once I had finishing my third set of over head press, a big muscle head walked in front of the machine and looked down at me. It was Hercules, or at least that is what I called him. I knew he was with Barbie, since I often saw them together. "Hey. Can you do me a favor?" he asked.
"OK," I responded. I really didn't know what else to say to this guy. We had never spoken.
"I saw you looking at my wife." Oh crap, I thought. This was going nowhere good. I was no pencil neck, but Hercules easily stood six foot four and had a serious body builder physique, All I needed was this guy asking me to meet him outside and then pummeling me into the pavement.
"Look, the incline just happened to be by the leg press," I said.
"It's cool, man," he interrupted and chuckled to himself. "I wanted you to go spot her while she does squats. You look like you can handle it, and I need to pound out some barbell rows." I was just glad he wasn't going to pound me out.
"Um, I guess I could."
"Thanks." He slapped me hard on the shoulder and walked off toward the barbells. I turned and looked over at the squat racks, and sure enough, Muscle Barbie was there with 135 lbs on her back. I was sure that was just a warm up set for her, as she had some pretty muscular legs. By the time she finished the set, I had walked up behind her.
"Excuse me." She turned around and gave me a bewildered look. "Your husband asked me to spot you."
"Lars ask you to come over?" she said. Hercules was really named Lars?
"Yes," I answered. "I can go if you don't need any help."
"Not for the warm ups, but I always use a spotter for the heavy lifts. Thanks. I am Lisa." She held out her hand and smiled at me. I shook her hand and smiled back.
"I'm Roy."
"Nice to meet you, Roy. Can you put another plate on the bar?" I grabbed a 45 and slapped it on one end of the bar, and Lisa slapped a plate on the other end. "I usually don't need a spot on this weight, but you can get behind me anyway." I did as she said and took a position close behind her. Up close, I could really see how short she was, at most 5'2". I was only 5'10" but I seemed to tower over her, particularly when she crouched and lifted the bar. Looking down at her figure, I could see up close just how sexy she was. I was mostly focused on her firm, round ass. Her skin tight leggings left little to the imagination and accentuated the crack between her cheeks. As she lifted the bar and squatted the weight, her glutes contracted in a motion that started to turn me on as I imagined her bouncing up and down on my cock. She managed ten reps at 225 without a spot, an impressive weight for her size. She did have some serious legs on her. I guessed that her thighs were probably the same diameter as my own.
"Can you put a quarter on next?" she asked. I grabbed a 25 lbs plate and added it to one end of the bar. She loaded the other end and again assumed the squat position. "You can spot me on this one." I lined up close behind her. She rested the bar on her upper back, and I put my hands on her sides as she lifted. As she squatted the weight, I could feel her muscles contracting. She had a well defined body. Her lats flared giving her a gentle V taper, and her glutes contracted with each rep. I felt my cock getting hard as I moved up and down with her in unison. As she made her sixth rep, she went to rack the bar, and I moved forward with her. At that moment, my pelvis accidentally pushed forward and my cock pressed against the small of her back. I retracted immediately hoping she had not noticed my chubby. Fortunately, I was not fully hard and my gym pants were pretty baggy, so my erection was not obvious unless you looked directly at it. She turned toward me and said "Now one more set of 315."
I breathed a sigh of relief, removed the 25 lbs plate and replaced it with another 45. Was she really going to squat 315? I didn't care. I was just glad she didn't notice my cock pushing against her. She bent under the bar again, and I placed my hands in the proper spotting position. She grunted as she stood up with the bar on her shoulders. She managed three reps with 315 before she replaced the bar on the rack. I was careful this time to avoid pushing into her.
"Thanks," she said. "That was my last set."
"Glad to help," I responded. I looked her in the eyes and kept thinking don't look down at her big breasts.
"I will let Lars know that you were a good spotter. Have a great rest of your workout, and then maybe take care of that problem." She gazed down at my crotch momentarily, and then she walked off.
My next thought was that I was a dead man. Lisa would tell Lars that I got wood spotting her, and Lars would drop a 75 lbs. dumbbell on my head. I couldn't move for a minute, and then I turned around. I scanned the gym, but I didn't see either Lisa or Lars. I decided to stay and finish my work out. At least that way there would be witnesses if I got attacked.
I completed my chest routine with several sets of dumbbell flies, machine press and cables. That took a good half hour. My mind was distracted the entire time, but I never saw Lisa or Lars. They must have left the gym. It was almost 10:00 pm by the time I left myself. I was wary in the parking lot, but again, there was no sign of them there either. I got in my car and drove home. I was relieved, though I now had to think about switching gyms.
When I arrived at my apartment, I immediately went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped while waiting for the water to heat up. Once the shower began to steam, I stepped in. After adjusting the temperature to mildly hot, I stepped forward and allowed my head and body to be covered in the hot water. I shampooed and rinsed my hair and then began to soap up my body. I was still a little pumped up from the gym, and most of my anxiety had gone.
As I rubbed the soap on my skin, I began thinking about Lisa, in particular her hot round ass squatting up and down and the feel of her back muscles contracting. I felt myself growing, and I could not help but give my member a few strokes. In seconds I was engorged. I imagined bending Lisa over right there at the squat rack and pushing my cock though her gym pants into her pussy. I knew that would never work, but hell, it was a fantasy. I could feel my balls start to ache as I continued to stroke. It had been a while since I had sex, so they were pretty full.
I had to stop thinking about Lisa. My encounter with her had almost gotten me beaten up, but the thought of it made me so horny. I didn't want to cum in the shower, but I had another idea. I quickly washed the soap from my body, stepped out of the shower and dried myself. Still hard I went into the bedroom, grabbed my cell phone and lied down on the bed. I scrolled through my contacts until I found Trina and sent her a text.
Are you free? Trina and I had never met in person. She was a beautiful red head that I messaged on social media about three months ago after my last break up. We quickly became friends, but things never moved beyond a certain point. We were what I would call "intimate chat buddies." A week after our first online contact, we started discussing our individual sex lives. It was amazing how quickly we both opened up about our experiences. We soon got to the point where we could talk about anything, even the most intimate details of our past, our desires and our fantasies. For example, I knew that Trina loved anal and had no problem telling me how much it turned her on. On more than one occasion the texts had gotten so hot that I had jacked off while we chatted. I told Trina that sometimes I did that. She didn't seem to mind, but she never mentioned doing the same herself. I liked to imagine that she did touch herself during our chats, but she never gave me reason to believe that she did.
Are you there.? I want to chat. What I really wanted was cum, but there was no answer. I waited a few minutes. Nothing. I guess she was busy. I flipped though my phone some more until I came upon another contact, Penny Blake. I stared at the name and debated with myself for a few seconds. I knew it would be a big mistake to text her, but I kept staring at my phone. Penny and I had dated for about six months. I broke it off with her three months ago just before I first contacted Trina, I didn't regret ending it with Penny, because, basically she was a possessive, volatile psycho.