I saw her for the first time on the stairs in the gym. I was going up to the exercise room as she was going down to reception. As is my habit from so many years of being a voyeur I checked her out with a quick and hopefully fairly discrete glance. Clearly a member of staff, probably a personal trainer, she was wonderfully slim with legs that were excitingly long and lithe. She was wearing those incredible tight, black, leggings that girls wear when working out, which made her legs look even shapelier and longer than they were. Although her tits were clearly smaller than I would normally go for they were more than compensated for by her long, black hair. Looking over my shoulder after we had passed each other I saw that it was half way down her back and was just gently wavy; also I got the first glimpse of her bum that has become such a feature in my imagination ever since. As I walked into the exercise room away from her I was already imagining the hair tumbling down over her bare breasts and then as she leaned forward onto my bare stomach, thighs and, naturally, raging erection.
Over the next few weeks I saw her around a few times and we even smiled at each other, but nothing was said. It was clear that she was not a PT as I never saw her giving any lessons and generally she sat at a desk in an open area just outside the exercise room or was on reception. Several times when I was working out or was on a cross trainer she came and tidied the place up picking up mats, wiping down the machines and putting out new paper towels. By now as she walked past me my gaze followed her. My eyes feasted themselves on her gorgeous arse that seemed to be naked inside the tantalisingly thin material that was stretched tightly across the two gorgeous cheeks.
I was on a walking machine and she was tidying up when I made my first real lustful stare at her; my previous ones had been fairly lustful, but were not full on ogles as this turned out to be. I was not sure, but I felt that there was also a touch of a response from her and that, of course, is every voyeur's dream.
She was tidying up the exercise area that was in front of my machine. Some untidy and unthoughtful sods had left mats and loads of small pieces of equipment on the floor. As usual she was wearing those incredible tight black leggings that clung to her legs and arse like a second skin. On top she had a pink, sleeveless workout top that had a high front and was also fashionably tight. Her small breasts were framed by the lycra and quite clearly she was, regrettably, wearing as bra as the black strap protruded outside the pink top, but then that was just yet another little thrill for me.
She has a wonderfully upright posture and walks with a slight, but not unsavoury swagger. She has the look of an Irish colleen about her in that the paleness of her skin is accentuated by the darkness of her hair. This is especially so on her half-bared shoulders where as she walks the lustrous hair caresses them just as I imagined my lips were. I doubt that she would be termed as classically beautiful as her nose is probably slightly on the large side and her nice lips may not be quite as full as beauty requires. That said she is certainly stunning, attractive, great to look at and so fucking sexy that she is without doubt instant hard on material.
After walking round the room and replacing the paper towels she started to pick up the equipment from the floor. Not for her I noticed with extreme excitement the bending at the knee and nearly kneeling. No for this voyeur's delight, it was bending from the waist with her bum in the air. Both facing away from me and side on, but oddly never facing completely at me, she would bend down with her legs straight and collect the stuff from the floor. The sight of her bottom glaring at me with the lycra stretched seeming, but inevitably unrealistically, as if it was about to rip was amazing. And then when she had picked up the weights, skipping ropes, mats or whatever she would walk away from me to place them in the storage area once more bending from the waist to do that. It was so easy to persuade myself that the sway of her hips, the wiggle of her bottom and the wobbling of her cheeks were more extreme than usual as she knew that my gaze was focused so acutely on her. It was more difficult, but just about manageable, to imagine she was doing it for me. Even more difficult, but again just about doable was the thought that she was an exhibitionist who enjoyed both my attention and flashing to me. Once or twice she smiled and I nodded. I wondered whether she knew what I was thinking and what a fantastic spectacle she was creating. I doubted it, but hoped that she might.
She could not be more than twenty-five, which is exactly half my age. She is gorgeous, sexy, near beautiful and I am balding, slightly paunchy and, at best, ok. Yet in my imagination my deficiencies did not matter. She is oblivious to them, our age difference has disappeared and in the deep recesses of my lurid, slightly perverted mind we were lovers. I could so easily visualise her naked with that lithe, lean body wrapped round mine and my hands gripping the cheeks of her bottom. My god what I have not done to that glorious pair of orbs in my imagination.
I moved the position of where I did my stretching and floor exercises. Previous to discovering her I had used a small quiet room off the main exercise area, but she rarely came there so I started to use the area near to the desk at which she sat outside on the big landing. That meant that I could see her more often and consistently. It also meant that as she walked past me to carry out her various duties that I could ogle her magnificent arse, shapely legs and beautiful hair.
I knew that I was becoming obsessed by her and in my wilder flights of fancy we were lovers. In the more down to earth realism of her working in a gym and me being a member we never spoke, although more frequently now we made eye contact. I would see her at unexpected times. Again as I went upstairs she came down, but more wonderfully as she went up I followed her with my face just a few feet from the undulating, erotic beauty of her bum. When I entered the gym sometimes she was behind the reception desk and as I went to the pool area clad in just my shorts she came out of it. As we passed she would nod or smile and I would look into her eyes. I saw that they were brown and large and were an almost perfect almond shape. They, her hair and her body now made her in my eyes beautiful. In my mind now, she was not just attractive or striking, sexy and desirable, but beautiful. I idolised her.
I was tempted to try making conversation, but knew that it would be futile and would lead nowhere. In my deviant mind I would rather have her as a fantasy lover than a 'mate to whom I chatted.' Of course, if there had have been a realistic chance of fucking her then I would have gone for it.
From where I had now started doing my workouts stretching and doing sit ups I had a good view of her at the desk where she tapped away on a PC. As I worked out, I lo0ked at her as she rather intently stared at the PC screen or used the keyboard. I would get little kicks when she would look away from the screen and glance towards me. Our eyes would lock. It would last for no time at all, but would send a shock of arousal through me. Holding her gaze, I would smile or nod and that occasionally got a small grin from her but nothing else.
Nevertheless, every five or ten minutes she would get up and walk past me to perform some chore or the other in other parts of the building. As she sidled past me, so my eyes would not leave her gorgeous arse. Gently undulating as she walked the soft flesh inside the thin material of her tight leggings was so appealing. Each cheek wobbled and swayed almost as if they were, music and were in tune with each other. Try as I might and boy did I try, I could see no hint of anything under the leggings. There were certainly no panty lines as on many other women and there was not even the slightest sign of a thong slipping between the cheeks. She just had to be naked under there and of course that just made me want to look even more.
The wonderfully rounded, perfectly symmetrical orbs of the young woman's arse, I still did not know her name, made me want to do other things as well, of course. I wanted to kneel behind her, grip her hips and bury my face in its erotic softness. I wanted to peel the thin lycra down exposing the creamy flesh and licking and kissing those lovely swells. I wanted to suck and chew the flesh, run my fingers over it, into and then down the slit between them and most of all I wanted to get my tongue in her crease and press the tip of that against her rosebud.
I tried but was unable to work out her rota so I never knew for sure whether I would see her or not; the level of disappointment I felt on the days when she was not there was extreme. However, by not knowing made me go to the gym more frequently and I got into the routine of four or five visits a week so, if nothing else my infatuation with her helped me get fit!
Where I lay on a mat on the floor I was near to a door with the word store on it; I had no idea what was inside. One day I was lying on the mat casting furtive glances at her as she worked at her PC. She stood up, nice and slowly just like a black cat entangling itself from it slumbers. She was so graceful and lithe, so very feline I thought. Running her hand through her hair and pushing it from her face she stretched her top across her chest framing her small, but seemingly wonderfully pert breasts. Looking towards me, but regrettably not right at me she walked languidly towards me. My heart started to pound even more as my imagination went into overdrive as slowly she got nearer and nearer. Our eyeline met a few times, but as she got closer they lost focus. She was obviously going to the door marked store that was just behind me. That meant she would almost have to stand over me. God I was so aroused as her foot in the flat training shoe that was hardly more than a sock came to rest near to my shoulder. 'Could I get away with doing a stretch and touching her?' I wondered almost immediately telling myself the answer. But I could look and I did. Up her long, slender calf muscles, her, longer, but fuller thighs and of course onto the panacea of her arse. From this angle, looking up, it was rounder and fuller, but so magnificently shapely.
She did not go into the room, but after unlocking it with the keypad she simply bent at the waist, leaned forward and reached inside to get some sprays. By so doing she raised her back foot from the floor and I was able to look up between her legs to stare at the place I so wanted to be. I could not say for certain that I saw the outline of her cunt lips, but I convinced myself that I did. It seemed to me that she stood like that just a little longer than was necessary.
