He looked up at his monitors. As usual nothing to report. The gym was open twenty four seven but very few people ever came to work out at two thirty in the morning. He knew being open all hours was merely an excuse public relations cooked up to explain grossly inflated fees. He certainly didn't mind. He was, by nature, a night owl and one that didn't drink so he had always felt out of sorts. Working from ten at night until his relief came in at six in the morning suited him fine. He could hang out with friends in the evening but had a perfectly valid excuse when they prepared for a night of inebriation.
Motion caught the corner of his eye. Someone was moving around in the weight room. He jotted down a note for the morning cleaning crew to check the room. They swept through the entire complex like a hurricane three times a day; at six or seven in the morning, two in the afternoon and eight or nine at night. They cleaned the place thoroughly in the afternoon and evening but the morning crew relied on security's notes to determine what rooms had actually been used during their absence.
A quick check of the computer told him the name of the only patron currently in the complex. She was in her mid-twenties with blue eyes and hair that could either be described as dark blond or very light brunette. He looked back to the monitor and got his first good look at her. She matched the photo attached to the file on the computer. The photo, however didn't do her justice.
Her hair, too short to be pulled back, framed her oval face nicely. Her breasts might be a tad larger then he preferred but at least they were real. Her thighs were muscular and toned and came together quite nicely at her leotard. The fabric clung to her every curve, defining her very natural beauty.
She placed a boom-box on a bench near the center of the room and went over to the dumbbell rack. She selected the smallest weight and began curling it absently. He wasn't surprised by her lack of effort. She was more then fit enough to be able to lift most of the larger weights and probably even be able to curl some of them. Her distracted look concerned him slightly. He couldn't imagine what she was really doing but it had nothing to do with exercise.
Slowly he panned the camera towards her. Part of his mind insisted that he was attempting to solve the dilemma of image conflicting with experience, but he knew he simply wanted to watch her. Her presence broke the monotony of his job. He wished the camera had a zoom feature, but at least it was equipped with a microphone. He reached over, turned off his own music selection and set the speakers to the room in question. Strange. The first thing he noticed was that she hadn't actually turned on any music. The cd player remained plugged in yet silent. The only sound coming from the room was her breathing.
To his surprise she was panting slightly. The small weight in her hand could never account for that. His eyes drifted to her other hand and widened in surprise. It had drifted slowly between her legs. With two fingers she made slow circles roughly where her clit would be. Suddenly she stopped, turned slightly while passing the weight from one hand to the other, and began to message herself with the hand which had been occupied moments before. Now that she was standing more fully towards the camera he could see a distortion in her exercise outfit, as her nipples began to harden right before his eyes.
He sat there, watching her slow stimulation, and became aware of the warmth beginning to spread from his loins. His stomach fluttered slightly and his heart beat faster. He'd seen his share of porn and even had some ex-girlfriends do strip teases for him, but this felt different. Never had he watched, unknown, as a woman fulfilled herself virtually in front of him.
As he watched, his own pants beginning to fill uncomfortably with his erection, her arm faltered slightly with the weight. She groaned before looking over at her CD player. She stopped her ministrations long enough to sit down, reach into her bag and pull out a device. Pointing it at the center of the room instantly brought music into the air. It was one of those slow, pounding, rhythmic songs he heard in clubs when he bothered to go. There it remained monotonous but here it seemed to emphasize the sensual nature of her actions. She set the volume carefully before putting the remote back into her bag beside her on the bench. It was loud enough that no one would be likely to hear her from outside the room. He thanked all the gods he could think of that it was still quiet enough for him to hear the first moan escape as her hand returned between her legs.
With the music on she gave up any pretense at exercise and set the weight a distance along the bench. One hand caressed the fabric over her well formed crease while the other groped blindly for something in her bag. Her eyes were closed lightly and her upper body rocked slightly forward and back in time with her fingers. His own butterflies had increased as the fire spread from his groin to envelope his entire torso.
Her hand found what it was looking for and she promptly removed a small vibrator from her bag. He cursed the resolution of the screen and camera as she brought the toy down. He barely heard its hum beneath the music as she turned it on and pressed it against the fabric. She shuddered the instant it made contact and a groan escaped her precious lips. He felt a jolt race through his nerves and looked down in surprise. One of his hands had reacted to her actions be reaching between his own legs and gently squeezing. Hand rubbed against fabric causing his organ to pulse back in response.
He looked back at the monitor. The vibrator was tracing a line up and down between her legs. Her free hand gripped the bench tight as her chest heaved in and out. Her breasts bounced slightly with each harsh pant. Her leotard began to conform to the inner nature between her legs as it moistened and reacted to the foreign object pressing it deeper. A fresh jolt raced through his nerves as he realized that a single layer of fabric was all that covered her soft skin. His own hand rubbed at his crotch unconsciously in time with her actions.
Her muscles tensed and she shook. She pulled the device away abruptly and sagged forward offering him a brilliant shot of her cleavage cradled in the very low cut outfit. He knew by her breathing that she wasn't yet spent, she probably timed it very close, given her violent reaction, but she kept herself from climax.
His own hand groped, squeezed and caressed in an attempt to transfer some sensation to the nerves buried under multiple layers of fabric. The only other person in the building was the guard at the front door and a quick glance at a different monitor told him the guy was asleep as usual. Free from the fear of discovery he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down slightly, and worked his penis free through the hole in his underwear. He began to stroke it even as he fumbled the wallet out of his pants, opened it and removed the old "spare" condom. He wouldn't really have trusted its integrity anymore for an actual encounter but it would work perfectly well for masturbatory purposes.
When he looked back at the monitor he realized she was moving out of the center of the frame. He quickly placed the wrapped condom on the counter and used his free hand to guide the camera after her. She obviously brought herself much further then he guessed since she was walking very slowly, wincing slightly with every step. Over-sensitive nerves threatened her muscles unless she concentrated on every movement. He sympathized almost immediately when his testicles brushed against the ridge caused by the overlapping flaps of his opened pants, sending a fresh wave of sensation raging through his body.
She stepped up to a machine designed to work the thighs and torso. His heart raced in anticipation. He knew the machine well, using it would spread her legs and arms wide and provide him with a complete look at her perfect body. Further the machine was very close to the camera, so when he finally completed the maneuver she took up nearly the entire screen. A thought occurred to him and he spun his chair and reached for the cabinet. He removed an old surveillance tape from his shift, scheduled to be erased later that day, and set it aside. He would re-label it with the current date and time and keep this tape for himself. He wondered what effect his giant home theater would have on her performance and a shiver of pure excitement followed when he realized it would only improve.
