"And over here is the Exercise Room." The building manager, Kyle Poirer, led me thru the apartment laundry room and gestured me through a door on the far side.
It couldn't be called a "gym", but the small room was well-equipped for a good workout. A stationary bicycle, a stair-simulator thing, a rowing machine, and the universal contraption of weights and pulleys. A few exercise mats lay on the carpet. A mirror spanned the west wall.
I waved a hand to encompass the room. "Is there a sign up list or schedule?"
Mr. Poirer grinned, putting his hands on his slim hips. "Nope. The place isn't used a whole lot. Me and my wife are the only regular jocks in the whole building. Other tenants come and go." He looked me up and down, head cocked. "Judging by your build, I guess we're going to have to share."
His frank assessment of my body made me squirm a little inside. I put on what I hoped was a cool poker face, but I'm not used to having anyone check out my form, let alone another man.
I smiled back, mustering my confidence. "I'm one of those rarest of the rare. A man who kept his New Year's resolution. It's taking me nearly a year to get to this stage, Mr. Poirer, and I'd hate to slide now."
Mr. Poirer shook his head. "Kyle, please. I'd hate to see all that fine work go to waste. You should be very proud of that body you've created."
Kyle's physique was toned and solid, readily obvious under the unseasonable shorts and t-shirt. Another fellow who maybe was a bit conceited about the hard body hard work had produced. I had to admit to myself that after the years of blubber body, I was feeling that sort of smug.
I had a ways to go to reach the buff state of Kyle, but I took some egotistical pride in my full head of curly dark hair to his thinning grey fringe. I also had about 5 cents of height and several kilos of weight.
"And I'm Zach. I guess I'm taking the apartment."
"Excellent! Leslie Ann, my wife, was sure we wouldn't get a nibble on the vacancy until the cold snap broke. She'll eat you with a spoon!" Kyle slapped me heartily on the shoulder.
"Well, uh...good stuff." I cast about, uneasy at the excessive enthusiasm. "Say, what's behind that door?"
"Oops!" Kyle strode the few steps to a door in the southeast corner of the exercise room. He opened it and disappeared. His voice came back with a slight echo. "Let me find that stupid light switch...ah, here we go. C'mon in."
A narrow corridor with blank wall down the left hand side and a series of narrow doors on the right. The smell of cleanser with a hint of "swimming pool" hung in the air.
Kyle indicated the door near him. "Toilet." The next door was frosted glass. "Shower." The final door was dark wood. "Sauna." Intrigued, I opened the sauna door and peered in at the compact room with benches and heater. "Nice looking little unit." I wandered down. "A shower, eh? That's a nice touch." I opened the frosty door and stepped in to judge if the thing was a decent size. Not bad. Surprisingly roomy, actually.
"It's freakin' mind-blowin' freezing out there!" An exasperated female voice complained to the universe. "I can't believe we ever moved to this city! One side my studly one, but mama needs a sauna before her nipples pop off!"
I smiled at the rude sentiment. Some folks couldn't cope when winter got nasty. I stepped out of the shower stall to greet my new landlady. What I saw was a fluffy mint green terry cloth robe hanging on a hook and Kyle Poirer tossing his shirt to one side.
I blinked.
Bending at the waist, Kyle skinned out of his shorts with a smooth swipe of his palms down his thighs. He grinned at me as he did that little marching in place step to clear his feet of the shorts. The muscles of his buff nude body didn't jiggle much to the beat, but his dangling penis did. Soft but sizeable, it was hard to ignore as it bounced around.
I blinked again, becoming aware my mouth was drooping open.
"Leslie Ann is in the sauna. I'm going in to keep her company." He applied toe to heel and pried off his sneakers, one after another. Now totally naked from bald crown to toes, Kyle strode to the entrance and closed the door to the exercise room. He padded back to me, still smiling. "She would be tickled to death to meet you."
I gulped and tried to focus my wits. "Ummm...I...umm". Kyle adopted his favourite pose of hands on hips. It was very hard to know where to focus my gaze. I think my discombobulation at his nakedness was giving him way too much fun.
The sauna door opened and Leslie Ann Poirer (I assume) stepped into the narrow hallway. "What's the holdup out here?"
Now I was about a meter away from two stark naked strangers. Leslie Ann's body was the firm female equivalent of her husband's. I had a general impression of a strong, yet lovely face and stylish black hair. However, when I see naked women, my eyes zoom to the "naughty bits". Can't help it.
Her tits were great. Aging a bit, but still a pair of wonders with stunningly erect puffy nipples. I saw a full, but trimmed, triangle of black pubic hair.
This impression was gathered in a flick of the eyes. I came back to look into her deep green-grey eyes. These were wide with surprise and then crinkling with humour and interest. She leaned coyly against the open door and cast a look to her husband. "Who have we here, studly?" Her big eyes came back to me. She made no attempt to hide her naked charms as she gave me an assessment.
"This is Zach McAllister. He's agreed to move in to 305."
"Great!" Leslie Ann gave a little happy jump that set her body into heart-pounding quivering motion. Then she shivered. "Well, it's not so simple as all that. We have to have a little interview and establish your character and such. We don't want any mooks in this building. C'mon in and we'll chat!"
With that, she shivered again and disappeared inside. Kyle supplied me with a wink and a shrug and followed his sultry wife into the growing heat of the sauna. I stood alone in the corridor. I struggled to make sense of this wild turn of events. Then I noticed that certain parts of my body weren't so confused. My penis strained at the front of my jeans, apparently eager as hell to be part of a real life porn movie.
My upper head had nothing to offer. Total tilt. So, follow the tradition of men thru history and let my copilot do my thinking. I hung the parka I had been carrying on a hook. I stripped off my clothes with increasing eagerness. In seconds my cock bounced free in the cool air, finishing its expansion to full size. I loved it. I've always had a strong latent streak of exhibitionism in my soul so simply being barebeam and buck naked in a strange, relatively public space gave me serious wood. The fact that in a second I would be sharing my nudity with two handsome strangers in close quarters made my heart pound and my blood race.
I took hold of the wooden door handle, had a final deep breath and yanked it open.
A wave of heat washed over me as I stepped nimbly inside to the wooden slat floor. I snugged the door shut and turned to face my hosts. I mimicked Kyle's favourite stance and put my hands on my hips, stating in clear body language I wasn't going to be the timid one. The little muscle in my groin made my boner bounce, looking curiously about.
Kyle reclined as best he could in the cozy space. His legs stretched out on to the bench opposite him, ankles wide. His right hand cushioned his head against the wall and the other idly stroked Leslie Ann's long flank. His cock stood flagrantly on display, full erect. He had a couple of cents on me, but I fancied my stout feller was thicker.
Judging Kyle's size became a distant second to letting my eyes travel down Leslie Ann's beautiful curves. She stretched the length of the bench so her head rested on her husband's left pectoral. While he caressed her skin, she idly played her fingertips over his torso, dancing down to Kyle's pubic hair and back. Leslie Ann's large dark eyes regarded me from under long lashes. She smiled lazily and sat up. The move caused her delightful breasts to bobble and shift. The puffy pink nipples hadn't diminished much. Possibly they were extended from something other than cold now.
"Zach, come sit down." Leslie Ann patted the bench beside her. Kyle sat up so I'd sit between them. "I can tell already you're going to fit into this building very well indeed."
I sidestepped around the heater, keeping my hands clear so as not to obscure the sight of my cock bobbling and wobbling. When in Rome, do as the crazed exhibitionistic naked Romans do.
I sat. The toasty wooden slats pressed into my buttocks. I could feel the heat radiating from the sauna's unit, but I swear I could feel a more potent radiation coming from Leslie Ann's softly gleaming skin. I let my eyes idle their way up those ivory curves until I locked gazes with Leslie Ann's twinkling deep brown eyes. She raised an eyebrow and quirked a smile.
I smiled slightly and shrugged. "When it comes to apartment renting, interviews go both ways."
"Very true." Leslie Ann leaned in closer. I could feel her breath on the newly formed sweat on my skin. I managed to keep my eyes steady on her, shattering all personal records for keeping cool. A year of self-image improvement paying off.
The sauna's heat had brought up a sheen of sweat on all the exposed naked flesh. I lay so I wasn't quite touching a sexy woman with her husband equally close on the other side. They kept up the erotic game, winding the tension higher and higher.
"Do you have a steady job?" Leslie Ann's lidded eyes smouldered into mine mere centimeters away. Her breath smelled faintly of oregano.
"Um, yes. I'm a freelance artist but the work is coming pretty steadily."
"How interesting! Do you do portraits?" Kyle's hands moved independently of his conversation. He reached across me to touch his wife. With casual light strokes, he began to trace his fingertips over Leslie Ann's sultry flesh. They traced up her thigh and up over the smooth hill of her womanly hip, skiing down the trim waist. His forearm grazed off the hair of my chest and belly.
"Oh, uh. I have done a few."
