The security guard's lazy Sunday afternoon watching the big game is momentarily interrupted as he sees an employee swipe his card and walk in through the main door. The guard turns back to his small TV set, grabs another handful of peanuts and settles back in his chair.
George puts his access card away, smiles and waves nervously to the guard who is now ignoring him. He swings his gym bag over his shoulder and heads for the elevator in the same way that lazy people going to the gym don't take the stairs.
The elevator stops at the fifth floor and the doors open to a sign pointing out the gym and cafeteria. He heads to the locker room and changes into his gym clothes. He steps out into the empty gym and begins his exercises.
George works in a small department of a large division of an even larger multi-national company. His job seems to entail sending bills to other departments inside his company which in turn come back to him for payment. He finds it very fulfilling. He is a bit nerdy, has few friends and doesn't watch football. So on his day off, he decides to come into work and use the gym.
He takes off his glasses as he doesn't like getting them steamed up when he builds up a sweat. Then he climbs on the exercise bike and starts peddling furiously. After 5 minutes he notices a blur entering the gym. The shape stops for a few seconds at the door and then moves towards another exercise bike on the other side of the gym.
A few minutes later and he has finished his warm up. He takes a gulp from his water bottle and wipes the sweat off his brow with his trusty towel. He hears the other bike in the distance in between his gasps for air. He grabs his glasses and puts them on. The gym comes into clear focus.
His breathing stops for a few seconds as he sees a striking Asian woman. She is busy reading a magazine and listening to her iPod. She doesn't seem to notice him at all. Her hair is jet black and pulled into a couple of cute pig tails. He can barely make out her face, but he notices her eyes look sharp at the edges.
Her body is so slender and tiny. Her arms are so thin he can't imagine there is any fat on her, but then they do look soft and not muscular. She is wearing white and blue Lycra sports top and shorts so he can certainly make out the nice curve of her small buttocks. Her stomach looks flat and smooth.
Her top looks almost completely flat. There is only the slightest of indentations to hint of breasts. In fact, in a bra size competition, he would be the winner. Not that he is particularly fat, he just has a few pounds to keep his tummy warm at night. This, of course, doesn't do anything to take away from his appreciation of her form. To the contrary, he happens to like small breasts and her exotic Asian eyes. His imagination muscle is just now getting warmed up.
He remembers to start breathing again, and his lungs thank him for it. A few more gulps of water and he heads over the weights machine.
Yuki had been surprised to see anyone else in the gym when she arrived. Since transferring from the Tokyo division to the States a few months ago, she hasn't managed to make many friends, so she was quite happy to see someone exercising. She started to think about how best to introduce herself so she can make a new friend.
But as she stood there looking at him, he didn't seem to notice her at all. She thought about saying something but being shy she decided against it.
"Perhaps he doesn't like Japanese people," She thought to herself.
She saw an exercise bike and walked over to it. She put on her iPod, cranked up the music, flipped open her magazine and began to peddle.
She would occasionally glance over at the guy. He had a vacant expression on his face the whole time. His hair was dark brown, average business-like haircut. Average looking face, certainly not her first choice, or second. He looked nice enough. He had a bit of meat on his bones. Not flabby but well padded. She liked guys like that, more than skinny, boney men.
She is 22 now, and all 3 of her past boyfriends have been skinny. Sleeping next to them has felt like sleeping next to a bag of elbows and knees. Someone soft and warm to snuggle up against is just what she wants.
She sighs.
"But then who would want me?" She thought to herself as she glances down at her chest. "The women over here all seem to have huge breasts. Mine never grew at all."
She turns the page of her magazine to find the picture of yet another woman with perfect breasts in a tiny bikini splashed across the page. She stares at the breasts for a minute before sighing and turning the page again. She glances up to see he has moved to the weight machine, and he is wearing glasses now.
"Oh! He wears glasses," She thinks to herself, "No wonder he was looking vacant."
She is shy so she debates inside her head about trying to introduce herself. Her English language skills are very good, as she had a natural talent for it when she was younger. That was part of the reason for her to transfer to an English-speaking country. Her shyness wins out deciding it is too hard to get his attention and the moment for introductions passed when she entered the room. She will just put her head down and finish the magazine.
George finishes his third set of weights and sits up. He takes a sip of water and glances over at the young woman. He tries to burn the image of this beautiful creature in his mind. Then he can take it home and undress it later in his empty, loveless bed.
He has only had one girlfriend, and that only lasted half a year during college. Being shy, he finds it hard to approach women. He only managed to get his girlfriend because they were both way too drunk at a party. They woke up together the next morning and sort of fell into being boyfriend and girlfriend. That was until his girlfriend got way too drunk and woke up with someone else.
Now he cannot find the courage to introduce himself to a woman who will no doubt become his imagination's fantasy for the next month.
"What if she doesn't speak English," He thinks to himself. "Anyway, she must surely have a rich boyfriend already. There is no point trying."
He takes one last sip from his bottle, and one long last gaze at the beauty pumping those perfect legs on the exercise bike. He stands up, grabs his towel and heads towards the changing rooms.
Yuki looks up as he heads for the changing rooms and yearns to say something. Her lips move to say "Bye" but no sound comes out.
Feeling slightly depressed, she closes her magazine, pulls her iPod off and climbs off the bike. She starts walking towards the men's changing room but at the last moment she catches herself and heads to her one.
George peels off his sweaty shirt, shorts and underwear. He puts his glasses in his locker, grabs his towel and opens the door to the shower cubicle room. The room has 4 separate shower cubicles. He opens the first cubicle door and steps in. He carefully hangs his towel on the hook, starts the hot shower and steps under the hot water jets.
"Ahhh," He sighs out loud. He closes his eyes and the hot water washes over his face. His mind swims with images of the woman in the other room. Knowing she is so close causes him to smile. His cock twinges as he imagines she has followed him into the locker room and quietly stripped out of her tight, body hugging top and shorts. He imagines her walking up to the cubicle door, pushing it open quickly, so that it bangs against the wall, and she stands there naked before him with her hands on her hips.
Suddenly the cubicle door flies open with a bang! His eyes open and he turns to see... no one. He hears a low rumble and falls against the shower cubicle wall. The water in the shower tray is swaying from side to side. He hears creaks and groans from the building, and the sound of large items crashing to the floor and against walls.
"Earthquake!" Yuki screams in terror. She drops to the floor of her shower and huddles hard up against a corner. She closes her eyes and pulls her legs up against her chest. Living in Japan means she has experienced her fair share of earthquakes, but she is quite terrified of them. Her family home in Kobe was destroyed in the big earthquake of 1995. The family moved to Tokyo after that, but she would usually suffer nightmares after even small quakes.
