My first submission so I welcome any feedback...
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I had been a member of my local gym for a few months though I rarely attended, being blessed with a lean figure and fast metabolism I only needed the odd session each month to keep toned.
As I set the treadmill for a 5k run my mind began to wander, debating whether or not to go out Saturday night, if I should dye my natural blonde hair a dark mahogany brown and trying to remember what time my nail appointment was tomorrow.
Suddenly the treadmill stopped, I grabbed the hand rails to stop myself from falling and desperately looked round for help. One of the new personal trainers caught my eye and strolled over to my treadmill.
He was a few inches taller than my 5ft 4, short brown hair and gorgeous deep brown eyes. I smiled apologetically and gestured to the treadmill console, "I have no idea what happened."
He chuckled and said, "No problem, just needs resetting."
He leaned over and as he reached across me to hit some buttons on the panel his forearm brushed against my breasts. Because I was only wearing a thin sports bra my overly sensitive nipples reacted instantly. I was sure he saw my cheeks blush red but the treadmill restarted at a slow walking pace so I mumbled a thank you as he returned to his spot by the water cooler.
I tried to focus on my running but couldn't help my eyes from darting toward him every few minutes. He seemed to be keeping an eye on me too - was he watching my breasts bounce as I ran? Was he aware he had brushed against them? Had he done it on purpose?
Sooner than I would have thought possible my treadmill programme ended, feeling distracted and self conscious I decided that would do for the day and headed to the female changing room. The changing room was empty; fairly typical for a Wednesday afternoon as most people are working. I grabbed my towel, shampoo and shower gel then headed over to my favourite shower cubicle, the largest one in the far left corner.
I locked the cubicle door behind me and turned the shower on to warm up while I undressed - this is exactly why I always use this cubicle, plenty of room to undress and leave my clothes in the corner away from the shower spray. I threw my towel over the door and placed my shampoo and shower gel on the floor.
I peeled off my gym clothes and quickly stripped out of my underwear leaving it all in a pile and stepped under the hot shower. As the hot water massaged my back I looked down at my full DD cup breasts - had that cute personal trainer really been watching me?
The thought was enough to make my nipples stiffen as the water from the shower ran over them. Alone in the shower I let my imagination run wild, thinking of his muscle bound arms, how they would feel as he held me close to him, his hands running all over my naked flesh. Forgetting my surroundings I let my own hand slide down my body until it reached the small triangle of my blonde pubic hair. I moaned softly as I slid two fingers inside my wet pussy, sliding them back and forth as I thought of those brown eyes watching me.
BANG BANG BANG!
The sound of a fist knocking on the cubicle door made my eyes fly wide open in alarm. I froze, unsure how to react, what to say or do.
"I know you're in there, you're the only woman in the changing room this afternoon," it was him! "And I can hear the shower running so just open the door."
Shaking, I managed to regain enough composure to stumble over to the door. I unlocked it and opened it a crack, poking my head around while keeping my naked body behind it.
"Sorry, but none of the showers seem to be working except this one, some problem with the pressure or something, and since my shift has finished I kinda wanted a wash," he said.
I stared into his eyes, conscious of my barely concealed naked body. I stuttered, "Just give me a second and it's all yours."
He smiled a cheeky grin and raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, I don't mind sharing."
He nudged the door wider and slipped into the cubicle. I automatically closed the door and relocked it, my mind was in overdrive, what the hell was he doing?
I stood absolutely still, my back to him, the front of my wet body pressed hard against the door, unwillingly and slightly afraid to turn around. I could feel his eyes all over my body, moving up and down, raking over my naked ass.
I'm not sure how long I stood there, wondering why he had done this, trying to stabilise my breathing and decide what to do. I had pretty much decided to open the door and sneak out when I heard him laugh quietly then say, "Can I borrow your shower gel?"