You are doing a beautiful job working your upper body. Your muscles are bulging in all the right spots and women around you are imagining themselves being lifted and pressed against walls with all their power and strength. Your body really is quite nice – strong, but not obnoxiously so. You still look like a straight man, but a strong straight man; the best kind. As you lift the weights again, watching your form in the mirrors, you catch the reflection of a woman eyeing you just before she hops on the treadmill. She is beautiful – full breasts, slightly curvy hips, a hint of an ass, pretty face, too. Luckily, you're a sucker for brunettes. Curious, you take advantage of your breaks to pass her gazing path, getting sips from the fountain as your cover. She's trying her best to not let you know, but she does watch you every single time, appreciating your fantastic body and how it moves through the room. As she runs, she begins a fantasy of her own; it helps pass the time. What a way to pass a Wednesday afternoon. Funny that they call it humpday.
You notice after some time that she leaves the area and does not return. You also notice it's time for you to be leaving. So much for a possible opportunity to chat her up and find out more about her. Guess your left hoping you'll see her again sometime. Seems you're the expert on timing today – just as you get ready to leave, a large spinning class lets out. The showers are full when you get there but you've got places to be. You recall the family stall. That's right, the one that the owners made a big deal about; the one they made people sign wavers for, promising to not abuse it, or use it unless they were with small children or were themselves handicapped. Ah, but you've got an "in." You've made very good friends with the staff here and know they'll cut you some slack, just this once. To be on the safe side, you try for casually hurried as you make your way to the room. You're relieved to see it's not locked; and speed in, not noticing a single thing until you've entered and locked the door behind yourself.
That's when you turn around; finally recognizing the sound of water already running. You turn around to see that beautiful woman from the treadmill, absolutely nude and completely absorbed in her own bathing rituals. She is even more beautiful when she's not covered in sweaty clothing and flushed with the exertion of exercise. Without thinking, you gasp and catch her attention. She opens her eyes and looks at you, but is quiet....She's smiling at you. You almost wonder if you should stay or go, and decide to stammer an apology. She looks at you innocently and honestly, asking you, "Sorry for what? I forgot to lock the door behind me, this was my mistake not yours."
Realizing this is true, you drop your guard, and your towel, for a brief moment; revealing your true opinions of this woman. Your cock was so swollen, so hard that it would have been impossible for a blind man to not notice. Her only reply, "Look, you're here now so you might as well stay. Besides, you looked like you worked yourself so hard out there. Come here, warm up."
Still wondering, you approach her slowly. She removes the shower handle, offering to help. "Sit down; let me get your hair." It's been so long since a woman has lavished so much attention on you that you can't help but sink completely into this moment. Her fingers work in such wonderful circles on your scalp. You don't know if you're going to fall asleep or pull her around you to kiss her on the lips. You opt instead for a low moan. She giggles softly and says, "That's better, isn't it? Now, stand up. Let's get the rest of you."
