I saw Cathy a couple of times after she'd left but then gym 'life' returned to it's normal, fairly uneventful routine of most people just coming in and doing their work-outs without even saying a word to anyone else.
There were a few ladies who used to be quite pleasant to look at but no-one who caused me anywhere near the same 'problem' as Cathy had when-ever she used to wear her skin-tight leggings.
This all changed, however, after about 18 months.
I was half-way through doing some stomach crunches when I saw a lady I hadn't seen before, although it was clear she must have worked out a hell of a lot.
'She' must have been in her late 30's or early 40's (I was nearing 43 at this stage), and was only about 5'3" or 5'4" tall. Her fair hair was shoulder-length, cut in a frizzy, bob style and which framed her attractive looking face.
It was her trim, highly toned body, however, that really stood out - verging on being muscular and not what I would usually have found particularly attractive but, coupled with a very firm looking pair of breasts and the cutest, pert bottom I think I'd ever seen, she was certainly very sexy.
This petite lady left the gym half way through my work-out and I didn't think any more of her until the following week when, shortly after arriving I was doing shoulder exercises at one of the central work-out stations, when she suddenly appeared directly opposite me.
I tried not to gaze too obviously at her but this was made very difficult as she'd obviously only just arrived and started doing numerous stretching exercises, only helping to emphasise what a stunning, flexible body she had.
She was wearing a skin-tight black sports vest which gave an inviting glimpse of her deep cleavage, without being too showy or over-the-top. She was also wearing figure-hugging black leggings, just flaring out at the bottom, which made her small bottom look stunning from behind.
Our eyes met briefly and she gave me a pleasant, friendly smile and half-nod as if acknowledging that we'd seen each other before and then reached down to pick up one of the spare handles lying on the floor.
As I watched, she stretched up to try and reach the handle which was already on the apparatus but, because of her height, she couldn't quite reach it to pull down.
Stretching like this made her bust thrust out and upwards as she wavered on her tip toes, and it was tempting to leave her like this so I could enjoy my prime view a little longer but, seeing an opportunity to act gentlemanly and engage in a conversation with her, I was just about to move round and offer my help when one of the very large, muscle-bound guys who seemed to be there all the time beat me to it.
"Let me do that for you love," he said somewhat patronisingly.
"Thanks," was the not overly enthusiastic, reply.
"Do you need help with anything else?" the hulk continued in a leery sort of way, casually leaning against the station as if presenting himself for her inspection.
"No, I'm fine," I was pleased to hear the almost frosty reply.
"Well, if you do, you just have to ask," he continued, pausing as if he was just going to stand there but then realising that she was waiting for him to go before starting her exercise.
As he finally moved away she clearly breathed, 'arsehole' and then realising that I must have heard she mouthed, 'sorry' to me and shrugged her shoulders
I just smiled and nodded my head as if in agreement, causing her to grin broadly as we both momentarily looked at each other before continuing with our exercises.
As we then stopped our sets at roughly the same time she moved round the station towards me and said, "I'm sorry, but he is an arsehole."
I grinned at her and held my hands up saying, "You don't have to convince me."
She looked up at me, not saying anything but appearing as if she was in thought.
"Do we know each other?" she finally asked.
There were several replies that flew through my head but not wanting to also be called an 'arsehole', I truthfully replied; "No, I don't think so."
"I just feel as though we do. I saw you looking at me the other day and was fairly certain I knew you but couldn't think from where."
"No, I don't think so and I'm sorry I didn't mean to be staring at you, certainly not in an 'arsehole' sort of way, anyway" which, I was pleased to see, made her smile.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I've just got this aversion to those meathead types. No, you were looking at me as though you thought you knew me." As I'd thought originally, her face was pleasantly attractive, and she had a wide, inviting mouth but it was her body that made her so appealing. She took a swig out of her water bottle and, as she arched her head back, I briefly imagined kissing at her slender neck down to her impressive-looking tits, but then snapped out of it and paused before carefully replying;
"Sorry, I suppose I'll have to just confess that in a 'meathead' sort of way I was just looking at you admiring what great shape you are in."
'She' didn't say anything, just looked up at me, smiling slightly.
"And, to be honest, if I did know you I am 100% certain that I would remember!"
The smile now became very broad.
"Thank you," she said in what seemed a genuinely pleased sort of way before she turned round to move back around the station.
As she walked away from me my gaze dropped down to her backside, the leggings material clinging to her small and yet rounded bum cheeks and clearly defining her bum crack as she walked.
We both did two or three sets at our respective places and I made a real effort not to look at her too much but I was sure I caught her a couple of times looking at me.
She then reached down to pick up her towel, giving me initially a lovely view of her cleavage and then walked back round the station towards me.
"You know it works both ways," she started as she patted at her face.
"We women like to have something nice to look at too" she grinned, raising her eyebrow and then subtly nodding as if in appreciation as she quite obviously ran her eyes up and down my body.
I gulped, not quite sure of what to say.
"Why...thank you," I finally spluttered.
I certainly was still very active and sporty and knew that, for my age, I was toned and slim but it wasn't every day that I got a compliment from such a sexy woman, or in such a flirty way.
"You're very welcome," she grinned, seeming to enjoy my obvious embarrassment, before she turned and moved away.
I was aware that the blood had suddenly gone rushing to my cock, so I quickly walked across to the nearest machine where I could sit and let my now too-obvious erection subside.
