I love cycling, but I am still not good at getting out on cold, frosty winter mornings. I don't do much road cycling as I have a fear of other road users knocking me off so most of my fitness routine is spent cycling down muddy forest tracks. However, when winter sets in my stay fit sessions all but disappear and I end up in early spring starting all over again getting back to my peak fitness levels, plus of course having to shift the excess weight gained from too much indulgence food.
This year I decided it was going to be different and I joined a gym. Now I am not really a gym person, hours spent on a treadmill don't really appeal to me and don't compare to being able to rush down a hill at top speed with the wind in your hair and fresh air in your lungs. For a gym to work for me I would have to do some sort of exercise class with an instructor there to push me to my limit.
I found the perfect solution, a small private gym in the next town where they had regular spinning classes. For those of you who have not come across spinning it involves sitting on an exercise bike that has a heavy flywheel and a tension lock that you can make it as difficult as possible to actually peddle. The instructor sets the lesson to various musical tracks and you have to peddle to the beat of the music while the trainer shouts at you to increase your friction or complete a sixty second sprint at double time. It is hard work but at the end of it you have increased your strength and your stamina. A great way to keep going through the winter.
After trying a few classes I decided that I was enjoying this routine, the trainer was a pretty blonde which helped, the classes were small, no more than a dozen people but usually the numbers were a lot less, and more often than not I was the only male in the class. Certainly the view of firm female buttocks in tight lycra that confirmed my classmates didn't wear underwear under the lycra shorts helped the 45 minute sessions fly by.
As I said it was a small privately owned gym and one week I arrived and as usual proceeded to the changing rooms to get ready for my class. There on the door was a notice.
"There is no hot water available in the men's locker room. We have called a plumber out but in the meantime if you want a shower please let me know and I will arrange for you to use the ladies. Sorry for any convenience, Emily."
"How annoying," I thought, "I usually finish spinning totally soaked in sweat and the thought of getting dressed like that and driving home was not appealing."
I got myself ready, stripped off completely and pulled on my tight lycra shorts, no underwear for me either, donned a t-shirt and trainers and turned up for my spinning class. As usual Jane worked us very hard and my t-shirt was completely soaked through in less than ten minutes. Thirty minutes later I was finished, totally sweaty and soaking wet.
"See you next week Dani."
"You too Jane."
I walked out of the class and past reception.
"Hey, how was the class."
"Great thanks, Emily, just a pity about your hot water situation though, I could really do with a shower now."
"That's ok you can use the ladies." I gave Emily a quizical look. She was mid twenties, curly blonde hair to her shoulders with bright blue eyes and a figure to die for.
"Ha-ha, I don't think the ladies will be happy about that."
"Well I will stand outside and make sure they don't come in if you want."
"Well, I could sure use a shower."
"Come on then, let's get you cleaned up."
"Are you sure this is alright?"
"Of course," and she led off to the locker rooms, with me one step behind.
"I will just check there is no one already inside," as she pushed the door open. She was back before I could complete my acknowledgement.
"All clear, you can go in, I will stay here."
"Um ok, so you are going to tell the ladies they can't enter right?"
"Maybe." Emily winked at me.
"Oh well I am sure no one would want to see me in a shower anyway, I bet you could tell them I was there but they could come in if they wanted and the would all stay out here." I tried a small joke.
"Ha-ha I bet they wouldn't."
"Sure they would, five pounds says you could tell them they can come in if they want but none of them will."
"So if they come in you give me five pounds? What if they don't?"
"I keep the five pounds."
"Make it ten and you have a bet mister, and be prepared for an audience, ha-ha."
"How did I suddenly get into this?" I wondered to myself as I fished out a ten pound note from my wallet.
"Here, you keep it safe, when no one comes in you can give it me back."
"Enjoy your shower, Dani."
I entered the ladies changing rooms and sat down on the nearest bench. What was I thinking of? Oh well, I had better shower quickly I decided. I pulled off my sweaty clothes and pulled out some shower gel from my kit bag. Nervously I walked over to the showers and turned the water on. The warm water grew hot quickly and I stood there allowing the heat to relax my tired muscles. The steam filled the shower cubicle, I squeezed shower gel into my hand and proceeded to build up a frothy layer of lather over my toned torso and legs. The heat felt good and soon the shower area was filled with steam as I rinsed off the soap. Finally, as is my habit, I moved the water all the way to cold and let the stinging pressure massage my body until it felt numb. My balls and cock shrivelled tightly in the cold water, the latter shrinking to only about eight centimeters. Turning off the water I reached for my towel, only then remembering I had left it on the bench by the changing room door. Not even thinking about my bet with Emily I walked out the shower and back into the changing area as naked as the day I was born.
"Ooh nice." I heard the female voice before I saw anything through the steam.
"Are you looking for this?" another voice added and as I looked in the direction of the door I saw one of the girls from my spinning class holding up my towel. I didn't know her name, but she was probably the youngest in the class, in her mid twenties, short blonde hair and a fit body to match. Her breasts were probably a 34c and I had often admired her lycra clad arse in front of me.
