Just like anyone else, it was always rough to get through the week. I'd yet to meet someone who didn't have some gripe about their job, or watch the clock count down to the end of the day. The only problem for me was that I counted down the clock to go back to an empty apartment with just my cat sitting at the door waiting for me. I longed for the day when I could come back to a sexy woman, who was just as happy to see me as I was her.
I at least was dating a lovely young woman, but I just didn't get to see her often enough. It also didn't help matters she was shy as all get out, and it had taken a month for her to be comfortable enough to hold my hand. I wanted to kiss and touch her so bad, but she was taking things slow, and boy do I mean slow. It was adding to my frustration so much. I felt like I was still single and lonely.
One of the few ways I had to work out all my frustrations was to actually hit the gym and work out, which I did four times a week. I'd found a wonderful little place nearby that offered small, trainer led fitness classes that rotated around the room, switching from weight exercises to rowing to running on a treadmill. I'd sign up for one in advance, go there after work, change in the locker room, and join the other two dozen people in waiting for the hour-long course to start.
Although it was a way to release some of my tensions, it also added to them a little bit. The majority of the other attendants were women, which I didn't mind, except the outfits some of them wore didn't always make it easy for me. Most dressed moderately, some even in full length sleeves and pants, which I really couldn't understand once we all got moving and sweating. But some would come in with booty shorts or low-cut tops or even tank tops with their sports bras showing. It occasionally made it hard to focus on the task at hand and not get an erection, which is the last thing I wanted to do. I didn't want to creep anyone out.
It was difficult not to look at times. The opportunities were all too abundant. Looking at a tight ass or some nice cleavage when they bent over on the weight floor. Seeing bouncing boobs as we ran on the treadmill or looking in the mirror in front of me to see more delicious cleavage on the rowers behind me. Sitting on the rower and seeing the asses on the treadmill in front of me. Tight, bared midriffs. Always with the sweat glistening chests at the end of the class. Many times I had to just close my eyes to focus on the real reason I was there.
I enjoyed the chance to have a good workout, nonetheless. I'd get a couple miles in on the treadmills, burn almost a half a day's worth of calories, and wear myself out in general. The ladies were all friendly, too. I think some of them must have had an idea how hard it was to focus in a group like that, with there only being one or two other guys usually. Some of them dressed provocatively on purpose, hoping to catch the eye of a guy. I know for a fact it was absolutely the case with one woman in particular.
I'd been going to this place to work out for about a year when a particularly attractive woman showed up for the first time. She had an absolutely gorgeous face, with brown hair that came down just past her shoulders, with beautiful eyes that just seemed to shine and draw you into her gaze with the promise of sweet, sultry pleasure. Her lips were thick and luscious, begging to be kissed. She was fairly well endowed, too, with breasts that were easily a full D-cup, maybe even bordering on DD, but it was always hard to tell with workout clothes over top. She was fairly muscular, with a nicely toned stomach and a narrow waist that flared out into nice, wide hips. She had a perfectly sized ass, too, that shook perfectly as she walked. At just under five and a half feet tall, it would be the perfect ass to have backed up against you. Finishing this goddess off were nice toned legs that you'd want wrapped around you all night, both under you and as she rode you senseless.
My gaze must have lingered a little too long when she first came in, because she caught me looking and gave a knowing little smirk. Being polite, I smiled back, then turned my gaze back to the front of the room and waited for the class to start.
I saw her from time to time, once or twice a week, but then she started coming to all the classes I was in. Every once in a while we'd be next to each other as we waited in the lobby and she'd give me a smile and we'd make some small talk. I'd try not to stare at her, but she was slowly making it more and more difficult not to.
When she started to attend all my regular classes, she also started to dress a little bit more revealingly. Although she always had pants on that went down to her mid-calf, they were the tight, shiny kind that drew your attention. It seemed that whenever I was on the rower, she would undoubtedly be in front of me on the treadmill, with that wonderful ass on full display. Whenever I was on the treadmill, she'd be on the rower behind me, revealing just a hint of cleavage to draw my gaze as she moved back and forth. Then she started to make it worse.
She started wearing low-cut tank tops, and would stand just to the side right in front of me as we waited for class to start. As she shifted from foot to foot in her warm-up stretches, I could see her breasts jiggling in the tight fabric of her sports bra. That's when she started doing the weight floor routine at the same time as me, always directly across so I had every chance to see her bent-over ass, her deep creamy cleavage, and her nipples looking like they were about to poke through her top. Then, one day, it actually happened.
I was the only guy in the last class on a Friday. She came and stood right next to me, and I could feel her eyes on me. I turned to look at her, my gaze averting momentarily to her plunging neckline. That was the most revealing shirt she'd worn yet, and her breasts were practically swelling out of the top. I quickly looked up to find a knowing smile on her face and I swear she had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She held out her hand toward me.
"Hello again, sir. You know, we see each other here all the time, and we've never introduced ourselves. I'm Tessa." What a beautiful name.
"Hi. I'm Michael," I said, shaking her hand. Her skin was so smooth and soft, and the touch was almost electric. My mind quickly started to wander to imagining what the rest of her might feel like. I quickly had to derail that line of thought so that I wouldn't start to tent my shorts. "I think you're in pretty much every class I have."
"You think?" Again, a wicked twinkle in her eye. "I've seen you sneaking glances at me. I'm pretty sure you KNOW I'm in every one of your classes."
