It was the first day of a long delayed vacation. I'd driven up to spend a few days sunning, swimming, and dancing.
On the first evening, I didn't unpack my alarm clock hoping that I could sleep in for a change. My body alarm was just as reliable and I was up early the next morning. My friends were the late rising crowd and after tossing and turning for a while I decided to put the extra time to use.
I'd dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed for the hotel's massive, chrome - covered gym. No waiting for machines this morning, stepping up to the stair stepper, letting my mind roam thinking about nothing and everything. I climbed infinite steps leading me exactly nowhere while giving my legs a good workout.
After a while someone caught my eye in one of the gym's many mirrors. An extremely good looking man over by the weights. I had no idea how long he'd been there, and I was angry at myself for not noticing him before.
Tall and muscular with sexy brown hair, this vision had relieved the tedium of exercising as I continued my stepping. I couldn't help but stare. He didn't lift like most body builders, but fast with almost passionate fury. Soon I could hear him breathe and I noticed that his tank top was becoming soaked with his perspiration. His shirt began to cling revealing the muscularity of his body. His hard, taut stomach and his well-formed pecs lead me to imagine the workout he could give me.