My name is Alex. I am a forty-eight year old man, and I would like to tell you about a recent experience I had. I recently decided to join a health club. I'm in pretty good shape, but I had decided I wanted to firm up a little more. I had made my initial visit to the club I had decided on, and signed the contract, and now I was arriving for my first workout.
Upon entering, I was asked by the woman behind the desk to sign in and she would be right with me. She was a very pretty blonde wearing some very tight exercise shorts and sports bra that was having a hard time containing her breast.
After a few minutes she asked me to follow her. I followed her down a hallway where we entered a room occupied by only a scale and desk.
"Hi," she said holding her hand out to me, "I'm Julie, and what we are going to do is take your measurements before turning you over to your trainer. We take the measurements to use as a starting point for your exercise program, and then we will follow-up monthly to track your progress. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great," I replied.
Julie took out a tape measure, and proceeded to take my measurements. Starting with my neck, she would measure and then record the number on a card that would be filed. She measured each bicep and forearm, and then told me she was going to measure my chest and abdomen.
"Okay, I'm going to need you to remove your shirt to get an accurate measurement," she said.
I smiled and pulled my shirt over my head, and put it on the desk. She then wrapped her arms around me and pulled the tape measure snug around my chest. Doing this brought her breasts up against my chest for a moment, and I felt my cock twitch from the contact. It worried me a little, because I never wear underwear, and was currently wearing a pair of sweat pants that would do nothing to conceal a hard on.
Julie moved on to my abdomen. This contact was having was really having an effect on me, and I was becoming semi erect. She then moved down to measure my calves and asked me to pull my sweats up so she could get a good measurement. I did, and she wrote it down on the card. She then looked up at me past the forming bulge in my sweats.
"I need to get a measurement of your thighs, and your waist," she said. "So, can you remove your sweats, and then we will be finished."
I looked at her and smiled.
"What is it," she asked.
"Well," I said, "I don't wear underwear."
Julie paused for a moment, and then said, "Well just slide them down; it will only take a minute to measure."
"Okay," I said, and slide down my sweat to my ankles. The movement of the sweats over my cock and the fact that I was exposing myself to this very pretty woman made me cock grow hard, and it sprang up pretty quickly.
