It was Saturday morning and I just couldn't sleep. I rolled over and checked the clock. It said 5:30. I decided to go to the gym. I gave my boyfriend a kiss and got ready. I was feeling energized with a slight undertone of naughtiness. I dressed in my tightest spandex pants and low-cut tank with just a hint of modest cleavage peeking out. The drive to the gym is only about 15 minutes. In that time, my mind wandered to the hot guy I see occasionally. Slightly gray hair with mouth-watering biceps. I prayed that he would be there in his tight gray running pants (Mr. Gray). But, as usual, I was resigned to choking that up to wishful thinking.
As I walk into the gym and scan my card, I casually look around. There are couple people in here as I head to the stretching area. My stretching comes to an end and I head to the Smith Machine. I prepare the weight for my squat routine. As I am getting into position, I notice that someone has entered the gym and is walking towards the same type of machine that is behind me and to the left. I take a quick glance into the mirror and see that it is Mr. Gray. My mouth starts to get dry and my stomach hitches. We make eye contact and he nods in my direction. I give him a smirk.
I begin my routine. First ten squats are with feet together. The next ten are with feet spread apart. With each down movement, I make myself squat lower. This causes my blue tights to ride up to be caught between my ass cheeks. But, it happens. I am not embarrassed by it. Mr. Gray is looking at me for a moment and I can't help but look to his crotch. Yes, I was totally cock-gazing. My eyes settle on the imprint that is in plain sight. He sees me looking and I blush slightly. Did he just adjust his junk and smile at me with a wink? Oh, boy. I can feel myself getting wet and hoping that it doesn't show in these leggings. Mr. Gray returns to his workout as do I.
I decide to take a small break and have a drink. I am jamming to a metal song playing through my earbuds and did not notice that my gym crush walked up to me and was now standing behind me. I look up and realize that my ponytail is directly in front of his gray pants-cladded hard-on. I pull an earbud out and turn my head. Now my mouth is in perfect line with his bulge. I look up with my eyes and smile. Mr. Gray asked me if I could squat more weight. I explained that since I don't have a spotter, I try to play it safe. He offers to spot me. I know he knows his way around the rack, so why not.