I was looking forward to another workout at my local gym. Only this time not for the obvious physical reasons one normally attends the gym. No, I was looking forward to seeing her again, more specifically, her magnificent legs.
I attend the gym Monday through Friday and take weekends off for recovery. For the past two weeks I have seen her almost everyday at the gym. Yesterday I finally got the courage up to smile in her direction and say hello as I passed by her on my way to the treadmill. She smiled back and returned my hello.
I am 35 and single; if I were to guess I would have to say she was in her early 20's. I knew I was reaching trying to make a connection with this leggy vixen. However, I had to try, as those legs were the most amazing I had seen in years and attached to such a good-looking young woman. She had it going on in the looks department as well but those long, firm, shapely legs were by far her best assets. Watching her go through her workout routine I could tell she realized this as well, as most of her workout concentrated on her legs and ass. She moved from the treadmill to the bike and then to the stair-master. By the end of her routine her shorts and top were soaked and her legs glistened with the sheen of sweat.
Throughout the years I have come to learn that it does no good to hide your intentions, especially as a leg and footman. If I like what I see I will look and enjoy the sight. The majority of the time my stares are welcomed with a smile of appreciation. This past week I was getting a lot of smiles and extended eye contact from my leggy gym rat. It was obvious she began to realize my attraction to her and more specifically to her sexy legs.
I entered the gym and made my way to the back where they keep most of the aerobic machines, if she was in today I knew this is the area she would be working out. I was not disappointed as I saw she was sitting on the bike. Her strong firm legs rapidly pedaling away. I made my way toward the treadmill located several feet behind and to the right of her. From experience I knew this particular machine afforded me the perfect vantage point to that particular bike and her legs.
As I approached her position she recognized me and smiled saying, "Hello, are you ready for a good workout tonight?"
Initially I was surprised. That one sentence was the most either of us had spoken to each other in the brief history of our existence under this roof. I was also surprised at the sound of her voice. It was so small and almost impish sounding. She had to be close to six feet tall with a toned and slender build. Her small voice did not match her body size.
I stopped to the right side of her and smiled. Realizing I was standing next to her pumping legs I began to feel the heat coming off her body. Immediately my attention was drawn to her legs. Before I could say anything I heard her giggle, "Well what do you say are you gonna work up a good sweat tonight or slack off and take it easy?"
I realized I had not given a response to her initial question I had been distracted by her fantastic legs I pulled myself back and stuttered, "Uh yah I'm readyβ¦its been a long day and I been looking forward to this."
She smiled, and between breaths said, "I agree, been looking forward to this as well." Not taking her eyes off me she reached down with her right hand and began to slowly rub her palm up and down the outside of her right calf saying, "My legs have been tight all day." I could feel my cock growing quickly beneath my shorts and I knew an obvious hard-on was beginning to show. Her eyes tracked to that region in my crotch and I could have sworn I saw a wry smile flash across her face.
I said, "Well better get to it", and quickly turned making my way to the treadmill. I could have sworn I heard her snicker as I turned away. I welcomed my run and set my speed at a comfortable pace. Even though my heart was racing and my blood pumping from our brief meeting I felt somewhat relieved to be actively engaged in something other than talking. I was taking great pleasure in watching her firm lengthy calf muscles flex nicely as I watched her legs rise and fall with each circular pedaling motion of the bike. The thick rope-like muscles along the outside of her thighs tightened and bulged as well. I watched as beads of sweat began to form on her legs and trickle down in tiny rivulets across her calves and onto her slender ankles. My mind began to wander as erotic thoughts of what her long powerful legs could do to me. My breathing became more panted as the excitement of such thoughts overtook me. My pulse was racing and I struggled to keep my normal pace. Any other time I would not be hurting so early into my run. She then leaned forward in the seat and slowly rubbed the outside of her legs in s slow sensual manner. I felt my blood race even more as my breathing became extremely labored.
She noticed my heavy puffing behind her and turned her head to comment, "You doing alright back there or am I going to have to call 911?"
I turned down the pace on my treadmill and managed to breathe out, "I'm okay just got a bit excited."
She giggled, "Is that so."
I looked down at my digital readout and saw I had barely completed 1.5 miles. My body was telling me I had gone for four or five miles. I could not believe how tired I was feeling.
I slowed down to a walk and decided to just enjoy the site of her legs a few feet in front of me. As I gained control of my breathing my mind began to wander again as my imagination took hold and I felt my cock begin to stir. I could not get over the excitement her long pumping legs stirred deep inside my groin.
My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Henry the gym manager, who approached us. He stopped next to her and said, "Okay Trish I am leaving now. Don't forget to turn off the lights and fans and lockup when you leave. I am going to turn the closed sign on the front door and lock it on my way out. Do you have the key I gave you?"
Trish continued to pedal and said, "I got it uncle Henryβ¦you go and have a good time and tell Carol I said hi."
I noticed Henry giving me a wary glance as he asked, "Trish you going to be alright doing this tonight?"
Trish smiled, "Of course I will, you go and have fun."
I stopped the treadmill and got off making my way to the water fountain. I now know that my gym rats name is Trish and that the owner or manager of this establishment is her uncle. I looked around the gym and saw that it was empty and that Trish and I were the only two people left working out. I walked back over to the mats and began to work on some sit-ups and crunches. I heard Henry close the main doors on his way out and figured I would have to be leaving soon as well.
Trish came over to the stair master next toe me and before she started her routine I remarked, "So he is your uncle huh."
Trish stepped on the machine and turned to look down at me laying on the floor next to her saying, "Yes, its his marriage anniversary tonight and I told him I would lock up for him so he could leave early. He has dinner reservations across town.
I said, "That's very thoughtful of you."
She smiled and began her routine.
Each time I raised up from the mat I had a great view of her long legs. I was working out really slow tonight and just enjoying the view.
After a few minutes it was obvious that I was sporting a good size woody.
I stood up and made my way over to the water fountain placing my towel in front of my waist so Trish would not see my tent pole jutting out.