This is my first story. Feedback is welcome.
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It was midnight. I was lifting weights like I always did this time of night. I liked lifting in the middle of the night. It caused less problems. At midnight, there were fewer gawkers, and I didn't take all of the plates away from paying customers.
You see, I'm a bit of an outlier. I'm 6'6" tall and 440lbs of muscle. It wasn't always like this. At 9 years old, I was diagnosed with Duchenne's Muscular Dystrophy. I wasn't supposed to live passed 11. My parents were people of some means, and after several months of doctors telling them there was nothing that could be done, and their own self-guided research, they took me to a geneticist in Hungary who promised a miracle cure. They were skeptical, of course, but they didn't have many options. I was with Dr. MΓ©szΓ‘ros for a week. I don't remember much, except for the intense pain that I felt the entire time.
Lifting gets me through my day. It's a pain that I have no problem focusing on.
Bench presses usually cleared my mind. I could enter a meditative state pushing against large weights. Today, I was pressing 1050lbs for reps. At the end of my third set, I saw her doing squats. I'd seen her in the gym a few times before, over the last several months. She was hard to miss. My eyes were immediately drawn to the nicely rounded bubble-butt that she was working. Her legs were the toned gams of a dancer. She had two cute blonde braids that came down to her shoulders. I might have approached her at some point before today, but it's bad form to hit on the paying customers.
She racked her weight just after I did mine. As I sat up, she came over.
Her face was devastatingly sexy. Glasses framed her sparkling blue eyes. She had high cheek bones, a smallish nose with a delicate ring in the right nostril and a cute chin. She sported plump red lips that looked like they were engineered for sucking. At 5'6", she was fit and very busty. She was wearing small gym shorts seemingly painted onto her nicely rounded booty, and a sports bra that could barely contain her chest. The overall effect was somewhere between nympho cheerleader and hot nerd girl.
"Hi, I'm Caroline," she said.
"I'm Jake," I responded, extending my hand. She took it and shook.
"I'm not often this forward, but seeing you lift is kind of mesmerising. Do you mind a spectator?" she asked.
"I don't usually get fan-girls as beautiful as you."
"I sincerely doubt that," she said. "So what's next in your routine?"
"Bicep curls."
"Great. I'll just take a seat on the floor over here by the weight rack. Don't pay any attention to me."
"Not likely," I said.
I picked up a barbell loaded up with 300lbs and with my left hand and started doing my bicep exercises. My bicep engorged with blood as my muscles worked against the weight. The large vein that ran along the peak of my bicep inflated with my efforts.
"Oh my Gawd!" Caroline exclaimed. "Your biceps are huge!"
"Yeah. I'm kind of gifted in the muscle department."
6...7... I thought to myself, trying not to stare at the sexy woman who was making no secret of staring at me.
Caroline started to gyrate on the floor a little. She was clearly trying to not touch herself.
After my eighth rep, she gave up all pretense and stuck her left hand down her shorts while her right hand started playing with her nipple.
"Do you realize how wet you're making me? I could cum just watching you!"
Not to be outdone, I responded, "Yeah? Show me how wet you are."
She beamed a 1,000 watt smile, stood up and shimmied out of her shorts and thong and then peeled her sports bra over her head. Her tits bounced with their new-found freedom, but didn't sag even a bit. She was clean-shaven, her little pussy engorged with arousal. My God she was beautiful. She stuck the first two fingers of her left hand into her pussy. They glistened as she pulled them out. She made a gesture of showing her wet fingers to me before putting them into her mouth to suck them clean as I began my second set.
The display of blatant, nasty sexiness had its intended effect. I got hard watching her. The tent in my gym shorts had to be obvious.
"Holy SHIT! Is that your cock?!?"
"Well," I said, "you're a beautiful, fit, big-boobed girl," I grunted as I continued lifting, "naked and masturbating in front of me. What did you expect?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm not complaining," she said.