I'd been watching him for weeks now. The first time I saw him I nearly swallowed my tongue and since I was had been running on the treadmill, I had to quickly watch my step for a real fear of tripping and completely humiliating myself. The man was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen, and really I honest to god couldn't tell you why.
Here I was in a gym, surrounded by men and women in various stages of fitness, there were plenty of guys my own age that were buff and good looking. But this guy, he was older than me by maybe 15 years or more and I could tell he kept in shape, but he wasn't all ropey muscles or bulging biceps, he was just perfect in my eyes. His short brown hair was showing a few threads of silver and he carried himself with a confidence that could only be from military training. But god I just wanted to lick him all over!
I moved from the weight machine I had been on to a treadmill closer to him. I chided myself as I didn't even know his name and here I was practically stalking him. I just wanted to watch him I told myself, lecturing that I was being childish and stupid. Confident that he hadn't noticed me, or was paying any attention to me, I started the machine and began a walk to warm up before my run.
He turned his head and looked at me. He looked right into my eyes and smiled at me. I know that I had reflexively smiled back, but my brain just completely shut down, froze, stopped dead. And so did my feet. Luckily for me, I recovered fast, but not before he caught my stumble. Ducking my head, I was afraid that he could still see my flaming red face and wished desperately that the ground would open up under me and I'd fall in, never to be seen again.
After several minutes of keeping my eyes firmly on the control panel in front of me, I risked another peek at him. He had turned his back to me, and was slowly and smoothly lifting weights on a machine toward the center of the room. Considering it safe, my gaze devoured him, taking in the thin gray tank top just beginning to turn dark with his sweat and the black athletic shorts that molded to his tight ass.
I felt the slow burn begin low in my gut. I didn't know who this guy was or anything about him, but just looking at him made me feel things I'd never felt before. He had this ruggedness about his face that made him not so much handsome, as interesting. Chocolate brown eyes that made my insides turn all gooey with lust.
After high school, I'd gone to college where I'd fallen prey to the infamous "freshman fifteen" but ended up gaining quite a bit more. By the time I'd graduated, I'd blown up to embarrassing proportions. I'd spent the last few years working it off and keeping it off. My body was once again slim and trim; with small breasts and a petit frame and my thrice weekly workouts were going to make sure of it.
My mystery man started coming in almost a month ago. I'd watched him every time, mesmerized by him. He was always alone, hardly ever talked to anyone else here, just like me. I couldn't define what it was that drew me to him; I just know that after every time I saw him I went home to hump my favorite dildo to find some relief.
I finished my run and after a cool down, stepped from the machine and went to my spot on the benches where I had stashed a towel and bottle of water. Wiping my face with the towel, I pushed back the tendrils of light brown hair that had escaped from my pony tail. Turning, I sat on the bench to catch my breath and take a drink.
Keeping a careful eye on my fantasy man, I took note of where he was in the room before heading over to the weight bench. Normally I kept the weights light and just did several repetitions. I wasn't going for bulk, but wanted to be strong and fit. I can only blame my pre-occupation with Mr. Studly on the next bench for not carefully checking the weights.
Laying down on my back, I gripped the bar and after a few slow even breaths, carefully lifted it from the stand. Immediately I knew there was too much weight. But rather than put it back down and change them, I made a snap decision to go with it and simply do fewer reps than usual. And halfway through the first set, I knew that was a big mistake.
As sweat poured from my body, the weight of the bar began to take its toll. I knew I had to put this thing down before I hurt myself, or worse, embarrassed myself by dropping the damn thing on top of me. Extending out my arms with a puff of air, I lifted the bar and began to slowly edge it back toward the stand. My brain screamed out an "oh god it's going over" just as I overbalanced and the bar started to drop.
Suddenly two tanned hands grabbed the bar beside my own, lifted it, and guided it back into place on the stand. My arms dropped with incredible relief and I looked up to see who had saved me from totally screwing up. As my eyes traveled past black gym shorts, I noticed that I could see right up the leg of the shorts. I had just managed to get my brain back into focus when I discovered that I was staring at one very nice package.
"You shouldn't try to lift more than you can handle." A deep rumbly voice slithered over my skin, causing me shiver.
Blinking to tear my gaze away from the enticing view, I looked all the way up into melted chocolate eyes and I swear my heart stopped dead. Oh my god it's him. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I only stared.
"Are you okay? I know the bar didn't hit you but you look a little out of it." That smooth voice seemed to caress me.
Okay Erica, get a grip already! My brain screamed at me. Giving myself a mental small shake I finally managed to find my voice. "Um yes, thank you. I'm fine." I sat up quickly trying to feel a little less vulnerable with him still standing over me.
"Sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, yeah thanks for saving me there. I uh... normally I check the weight a little closer than that." I pushed back the tendrils of hair around my face and tried to smile normally at him. I was dearly afraid that he could see my desire for him in my eyes. This was not how I wanted this to go.
He squatted down in front me as I sat on the bench. The muscles in his thighs bulging slightly with the movement. I felt drool puddle in my mouth. "It's a good thing I was close by. You could have gotten hurt pretty bad. I'd hate for that to happen."
"Yeah, thanks again for that." I swallowed quickly and hoped there was no drool hanging off my chin. Taking a breath I looked into those incredible warm eyes and felt my pussy melt.
"Any time you need a spotter just let me know. I'd be happy to help." He smiled.
I nearly slid off the bench into a pile of ooze at his feet. His smile was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. His lips were firm and I just wanted to lick them. Hell, I wanted to jump that sweet package I'd just caught a glimpse of. Since my voice once more seemed to have left me, I smiled and nodded.
With a pat to my knee, he rose to his feet and strode away. Sitting where I was on the bench, I looked at my knee. It was still there, but his touch had created a slow burn that traveled up my leg to settle in my crotch. I watched him walk away and thought, oh lord he's pretty.
Deciding I was done for the day, I stood and headed for the showers. On the way, I passed the rarely used indoor pool and decided that was a better idea. I kept a suit in my locker and with a short detour in my plans, took a quick shower to get rid of the sweat and pulled on my black bikini. In less than five minutes I was swimming slow steady laps in the cool water of the pool my mind having reached a calm plateau from the simple workout.
