Caitlin walks into her gym with purpose and a sense of relief. Her workday was beyond stressful and she needs to burn off some of that stress if she hopes to get any sleep tonight.
There's nothing like benching and power squats to push work frustrations out of her mind. She always enjoys going to the gym this late when no one is around. The mornings are so full of Crossfit wannabes it's hard to maneuver around all the box jumping and heavy rope workouts. Crossfit, the polar opposite of Fight Club. The first rule of Crossfit: never fucking shut up about Crossfit.
After her sets she makes her way to the treadmill. A couple of miles of cooldown and she'll happily go home tired. Looking down at the main floor she sees that the gym is empty except for that one guy. That one guy. That one guy that she can't help but sneak glances at during her workouts. That one guy that seems to do the same until they do make eye contact and can only look away in embarrassment. That one guy that looks up at her now with purpose and waves a friendly hello. She smiles and waves back. Two night owls burning away life's frustrations in the only means available to them.
The treadmill beeps that she's done her mileage and she settles to a measured walk. The sweat feels good. Her body feels loose and she looks forward to the shower. There's something about a warm shower after her workouts that always comforts her. The flow of hot water surrounding her as it runs down every part of her body entices her. If only she could share that with him.
With no more excuses to steal glances Caitlin takes her time to walk to the locker rooms. As she does a moment of courage inspires her. Just a moment that she could end up regretting later or look back in embarrassment. She reminds herself that inaction is often what she regrets so steals herself and looks behind to see if he's looking her way. As she does she catches him staring at her ass before he looks up to meet her gaze. She smiles a knowing smile at him before he returns it. She dares to give him a wink to see if he'll be enticed to be bold himself.
Caitlin exaggerates the sway of her hips and slows her walk to a deliberate pace to make sure he knows the show is intended for him.
She nears the locker room doors and impulsively enters the men's locker room. Maybe he'll think it's a mistake but hopefully he'll realize it's an invitation. She undresses and leaves her clothes on the bench. Caitlin walks to the shower and runs the hot water to warm it. She flushes with anticipation. Will he understand? Will he accept? She enters the shower and leaves the curtain open. Her back to the door as she lets the warm water envelop her.
She doesn't know if he's entered the locker room. She doesn't know if he's watching her now. But she hopes. Caitlin lathers her tight body and imagines him lusting after her as she arches her ass towards him. She spreads her legs a bit to give him the lewdest possible visage. She imagines his naked form excited and hard to see her wanting him, inviting him to join her.
