It was 11 am. I'd just woken up to an empty house, as usual. It's the summer now and I'm home from school. I still do some classes online, but mostly my time is my own these days.
I always work out first thing. It wakes me up and gives me a good excuse to have a nice, hot shower. Plus, it's what they make us do at school, so I'm used to it.
I slipped on a sports bra over my good-sized C cup breasts, and headed to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I went over to the room we use as a gym. I'd slept in some silky black panties, and they were fine as far as working out. I mean, it wasn't like I was going for a run down the street or anything. We have a treadmill.
We also have some weights and some sort of arm-lifty thing with metal bars I don't use. I'm not much for the upper-body workout. I just like to keep my tight little Asian body all tight and little.
We also got a new recumbent bike. It's not much for strength, but it's a great cardio work out. I just did it yesterday, and I figure alternating is good. Today would definitely be the treadmill.
Someone must have opened the curtains in the gym again, because I was greeted by an annoyingly bright room when I came in. I like to keep my bedroom fairly dim, and usually don't turn on the houselights. Even during the middle of the day, it doesn't get terribly bright inside. I squinted and looked over at the windows.
I don't know why, but my folks are too lazy to put up real curtains in this room or something. I guess because we're moving next year, they don't want to bother. Well, I guess they're moving. I graduate next spring. I'll be off at a job somewhere, putting my crummy engineering degree from a third rate state college to work. Crazy.
Anyways, the curtains are pretty much just sheets thrown over the windows and the sliding glass door to the balcony. That is, they are normally. Today there were gone. Maybe someone thought they were dusty and took them down to wash. Who knows? I shrugged and stepped into the room, my eyes still adjusting to the light.
I bent over to stretch my hamstrings. Count to ten. I lifted each leg up behind me for my quads. Count to ten. I tilted to either side for my groin stretch. Count to ten. I leaned on the wall and took care of my shins and calves. Count to ten.
I stepped up to the treadmill and fussed with my little laptop. I kept it next to the treadmill to listen to music when I ran. Well, ostensibly, that was its purpose. In reality, I ran a little program to read me stories from lit while I ran. It worked great, I was running a lot more this summer, and my already trim body was looking a bit sharper for it.
I fired up mplayer and popped in the earbuds. I'd been trying to run faster lately, to help my mile time. Long runs were good for cardio and all, but that's what the bike was for. Run time is what it's all about. I stepped it up to ten and started running.
Honestly, I can't go for long at ten. Maybe about two tenths of a mile. But, when I listen to a good story, I can go a lot longer before I need a break. I was listening to something really good about a girl playing with herself in a library, and I made it about half a mile before I needed to rest for a second.
When I stopped the treadmill, I looked up and out the window. Someone across the way ducked down. I squinted, but wasn't certain I'd actually seen anything. I watched for a second, then shook it off and started again.
I was very much enjoying the story when I saw them again. I don't think they realized I was watching them, whoever they were. 'It's the house behind us...' I thought to myself, trying to look like I wasn't looking at them, 'It must be that one guy... he lives alone, doesn't he?'
As the thought struck me I quickly felt much more self-conscious. My well-rounded tits were bouncing around in this sports bra rather significantly, and my skimpy black panties weren't hiding much from him. From over there he could probably only see my top half, though. Maybe more when I was stretching. Somehow, with the sexy story going in my ears, the self-conscious feeling was a bit more enjoyable than it should have been.
I licked my lips. Just how much had I shown off? Just how much could he see? Why was I suddenly enjoying my morning exercise so much more than usual? I looked behind me as I ran, back at the exercise bike. It was on the other side of the room, and he could probably see that whole thing fairly well through the window, and I'd be facing sideways...
I'd gotten to 0.750 miles thinking to myself, and at 10 mph, I was already sweating pretty well. The A/C doesn't come into this room if the door is closed, so it was starting to get hotter. I stopped the treadmill to have a break and fanned myself.
I glanced up nonchalantly at the window. 'If I play this right...' I thought to myself. I looked around outside the house, trying to see if anyone could see me. Obviously, that neighbor guy could, but I was fairly positive he didn't know I knew...
Acting like I was confidently well protected in that entirely exposed room, I slipped my sports bra off, freeing my tits with an extremely enjoyable shiver down my spine. They're pretty perky, so although letting the skin touch without a sports bra to wick out the sweat can get hot, they hold up on their own well enough to keep from being too bad. As long as I'm not bouncing them around on the treadmill, that is.
Topless now, in my skimpy black panties, I walked over to the exercise bike. With my back to my hidden watcher, I bent over as straight-legged as I could and fussed with the seat. I had to spread my legs a bit to actually get the stupid seat to move, but I'm certain he didn't mind.
I set up my laptop and configured the bike for the heart rate mode. It keeps up your heart rate for you by increasing the load when you slack off. It's pretty neat. I sat down and started pedalling.
The bike is pretty stable, so my tits were comfortable enough sitting out in the open as they were. This was not so much with the bouncing like on the treadmill. Plus, at this angle, I was pretty certain my watcher had an even better view than I had anticipated. Lucky him.
After a minute or two, I started getting into the next story. The female lead was engaging in an impromptu football game between some cheerleaders and some football players. It was very... enjoyable.
