I know I left you on a bit of a cliffhanger there, but I want to tell you about some stuff I had going on the side as well. As I mentioned before, the campus was huge. Essentially a sustainable city all its own. As you can imagine, I wanted to spend as much time there as possible, including outside of working hours.
I started working out daily. I was already in good shape, but with a free-to-use gym of all women, why wouldn't I get a workout in as often as possible. I lifted after work, and I swam for cardio in the morning. I'll get to that another time, don't worry. A lot to be said.
You know how on Tik Tok and Instagram there are all those videos of women going to the gym in essentially thongs, and then yelling at guys for watching them. Yeah, this wasn't that. When you have a gym of exclusively women, they aren't trying to show off for anyone. No one was wearing those biker shorts that are designed to ride up the ass. No one was wearing underwire on their bras or even low cut sports bras, so their tits were hanging out.
A lot of yoga pants, a lot of tops covering sports bras, a lot of sweaters or jackets even to increase sweat for weight loss. But you know what is fucking hot regardless of what you are wearing? Fit girls on ellipticals and doing squats. I don't care what you are wearing, if you have a ponytail and are working out your glutes, you are going to be exuding sex.
And listen, most people were covered up and no one was really showing off, but when everyone is working out in a big room, it's going to get hot. Layers will be shed, and there will be enough eye candy to look at.
The first few times I went, I was watched the entire time. And it wasn't the kind of voyeurism that's fun. I was seen as a predator. Areas would clear out around me. Staff would hover to make sure I didn't misbehave. And I didn't.
I was just happy to get a workout in without a bunch of frat douches hogging the machines. You know who doesn't like to incline bench press? Small pilates girls. I could get a great workout done in 45 minutes that would take 2 hours at a public gym.
So I just put my headphones in, jammed out, and kept to myself. After about a week the staff stopped hovering around me, and after a few more the regulars wouldn't leave or move when I arrived. They knew I wasn't going to bother them.
All that to say, you KNOW I was looking. The squat racks were in the same place as the bench presses and dumbbells, so in between sets there was barely anywhere I could look that wasn't the floor or a tight ass. And the floor matts for abs were positioned right behind the step machines, so whenever I was doing crunches or russian twists, I was looking up at a full moon.
I got so fucking fit at that gym you couldn't imagine. I never wanted to leave.
I know you know where this is going. As a decently attractive, in shape, adult man, numbers were on my side. If I'm in a room full of one hundred women, odds are at least one of them is going to find me attractive. Now put me in the same room with mostly the same women every single day, and add in endorphins from working out? It's only a matter of time before a spark ignites.
It's the same thing that happened in the office. It took about three months before I was regularly fucking the redhead in the bathroom. It took about a month and a half in the gym.
It was the Friday before a three day weekend. I had stayed late to close out some deals, so it was already well after hours when I got in the gym. With the long weekend, you can imagine a lot of people had gone home early or taken the day off entirely.
There were maybe ten of us there, and the majority were just walking on the treadmill. It was leg day for me, so I got set up at a squat rack and put my headphones in. I zoned into my warmup and got lost in my music for ten minutes.
With stretching done, I stood up and looked around. Even more people had cleared out, there were only two girls chatting on treadmills that showed they had been walking for almost an hour, and one girl who was also setting up at a squat rack behind me.
I could see her reflection in the mirror in front of me. She was a tiny thing. Not much taller than five feet, with her light brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a sports bra that didn't do her A cups any favors, but that wasn't the asset that she would flaunt. Her ass did all the work in some low rise gray leggings. If she was one hundred pounds, twenty would be in that beautiful lifted tight ass.
And when she would squat? Ho.Ly.Fuck. I did my best not to stare, but I had the advantage of the mirror, and she didn't. She couldn't tell I was taking three minutes between sets just to watch her go up and down, picturing myself underneath her as she bounced on my cock reverse.
At least I thought she couldn't, but my heart stopped when I saw her turn and walk up to me at one point. I closed my eyes and started bobbing my head pretending to be in the zone. She tapped on my shoulder, and I turned, attempting to look like I hadn't noticed her.
She was bubbly, "Hi! I'm reaching my max. I'm wondering if you could spot me?"
My dream come true.
"Yeah, absolutely!"
I turned and followed her back to her rack. At this point, the place had cleared out. Being regulars, I guess the employees weren't worried because they weren't even here. We were alone.
"Thanks!" She continued, just one more set of ten.
I was surprised by the amount of weight she had on the bar considering her size, but if she is maxing, and with glutes like hers, I guess it made sense.
I helped lift the bar off the rack and she took a quick step back. I followed suit, but not before the small of her back had bumped into me. Her squats were deep and slow. Great form, honestly. Textbook. If you look up 'Back Squat Tutorial' on Youtube, this is what you see, so I felt weird reading into it, but the electricity around us was palpable. Her rhythmic up and down inches in front of me reminded me of a stripper sliding on a pole. And I haven't even mentioned her groaning.
Again, nothing you don't hear on a regular basis in a gym, but small grunts and groans as she pushed up was making my cock stir. I tried to look away or think about something else because I was wearing very thin basketball shorts. Any twitch or movement could be seen. But the smell of her hair, the sweat on her back, and everything she was doing was intoxicating.
By the time she was on her tenth squat, I was semi hard and the outline of my member could be seen through my shorts. As soon as she gasped out the number 'ten' I turned to go back to my rack. An attempt to avoid her noticing my shorts.
But she grabbed my arm as I turned. "Front Squats now, thanks!"
I didn't have a chance to say no, she was taking no rest, and was already getting the bar off the rack. I took a couple of deep breaths in an attempt to soften myself, and then walked around so I was standing in front of her.
She looked up at me and smiled. To my dismay, that was enough to get me going again. Then she dropped. Slow and steady again. The image was once again reminiscent of a stripper sliding down a pole, this time looking right at me.
Because of our height differential, when she was at the bottom of her squat, her face was inches from my crotch. There was a 0% chance that she didn't get an eyeful of the outline of my penis. My only saving grace was that I was aroused enough that my cock looked big in my shorts.
Her ten front squats was the most agonizing, embarrassing, yet arousing set I'd ever had in a gym. When she breathed out ten on her last rep, she put the bar back on the rack and smiled up at me again. She did not give any hint that she had noticed anything.
"Thanks! I'm done now, just gonna stretch. Appreciate your help!" She then sauntered off to the ab mats, swaying her hips and ponytail and not looking back.
