This was absolutely ridiculous. What the hell was I even doing here? For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how I had gotten talked into this shift. I was all set to have my weekend start early, but instead I had agreed, like the nice guy I am, to swap shifts with my friend so he could go out on a date. So while he was having a great time downtown, I was stuck at this absolutely empty twenty-four hour gym on a Friday night. Nobody was going to be coming in. The weather was miserable because an early chill had come in that day. Everyone was either out at a restaurant or a bar or was home staying nice and warm inside. Everyone except me.
Well, everyone except me and the girl who was walking through the door at that very moment. She had a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of sweats on with a pair of beat up sneakers on her feet. She held a small gym bag in her hand was pulling out her membership card as she walked toward the desk. I guessed her to be a good eight or nine inches shorter than me as she came to the desk and handed me her card. I swiped it through the reader and her name and information came up on the screen.
"Have a good workout Nicole."
"You can call me Nikki." I thought I detected a hint of flirtation in her voice, but I chalked it up to boredom at being here all by myself on a Friday night. Given it was already past ten, boredom was a given. All of the televisions were hooked up to boxes on the workout equipment, so all I could see was mute screens in front of me and there was nothing to do but just sit behind the desk and wait for my shift to mercifully end.
I scanned around the gym and didn't see Nikki anywhere, so I assumed she must have gone into the locker room to change. Since now was as good a time as any to do a quick walk around the gym to make sure everything was working, I locked the register and began a slow walk around the massive workout space. All the machinery appeared to be in working order and the lights were all on, including the one that had been flickering all last week. I guess they had finally gotten it fixed. When I turned around and started walking back to the desk, I saw Nikki walking out of the locker room and couldn't believe that she was the same woman.
The shapeless sweatshirt and sweats had given way to a woman who practically made my heart stop. She had chocolate brown hair that she had tied into two loose pigtails to keep it out of her face as she worked out. In place of the sweatshirt she now wore a sports bra under a Brewers tank top. The team logo was stretched taut over two of the firmest, roundest breasts I had ever seen in my life. The neck scooped low across her chest revealing some of the most gorgeous cleavage I had ever laid my eyes on. As I dragged my eyes lower, I saw that she had traded the sweats for a small pair of shorts that capped her firm, tight legs. They were toned, but not overly muscular and still carried every last sensual curve that perfectly feminine legs should have. I was thankful that I had kept walking while drinking in this vision or else it would have been obvious that I was looking her over like a piece of meat. Instead of being caught, I just calmly sat down behind the desk and tried to catch as many glimpses as I could without being obvious.
She walked over to a treadmill just a few spots away from the desk and began doing a quick stretching routine before she started working out. She put her hands on her hips and leaned back, her breasts jutting forward as she stretched out the muscles in her back. I couldn't help licking my lips as I was thankful for the reception desk in front of me that hid the uncontrollable physical reaction she was causing. I shifted in my chair and tried not to drool as I watched her. She leaned to one side and then the other and finished by stretching forward and touching her toes. The tank and sports bra were barely concealing her at this point and I almost swore that I could see her nipples growing hard under the fabric and beginning to poke through. I took a quick sip of water and looked down quickly as she stood back up and got onto the treadmill.
As she began to work out, I realized that I hadn't cleaned the locker room showers yet. I didn't want to miss a single second of her jogging, but I knew it had to be done. After all, she was clearly going to want to use the showers afterward and I didn't want her to be disappointed to the point that she didn't come back to the gym again. I picked up the keys to the supply closet and walked by her. I couldn't help watching her quick pace on the machine. Her chest bounced ever so slightly, to and fro. The sweat had given her a sensual sheen like she had just been sprayed down with water. Her shorts clung to her tight and taut little ass in an almost mesmerizing way. As much as I didn't want to have her out of my sight, I tore my gaze away and went to work.
The cleaning didn't take very long, but I realized the timing was good. I needed to calm myself down before I lost control of myself. Otherwise I might do something that would get her angry enough to call the manager and then I'd be out of a job and would also never get to watch this busty little gym bunny work out again. I scrubbed down the showers and mopped the floor until I could finally feel my arousal subside and my capacity for rational thought come back. By this time I had worked up a decent sweat, but knew that my shower would have to wait until I got home as I certainly couldn't use these while I was on duty.
I walked back out of the locker rooms just as Nikki was finishing her workout. She had worked up a very good sweat and her tank top had gotten so wet that it was clinging to her. Her chest heaved with each heavy breath as she wiped her face. She reached each leg behind her back to stretch and cool down. I could feel my arousal coming back, but I couldn't start walking to the desk just yet as I was still in the locker hallway. Just as I reached the end of the hallway, she stretched forward again, her arms behind her back. Her breasts pushed forward, squeezed together by the sports bra, her whole body glistening like a pin up model who had just been sprayed down for a photo shoot. She looked up from her stretch and I could feel her gaze locked onto my almost painfully swollen cock. She smiled slightly, but I couldn't tell if she had truly noticed or not.
"All ready for me?" My mind initially thought that she was propositioning me, but I quickly realized that she was asking about the locker room. I blushed a deep red and stammered a bit before I could speak properly.
