It is mid-morning. The gym is normally empty at this time of day, so Vanessa has decided to go for a work out. After a hard session of running and cycling, she decides to do some work on the weights machines. Her legs aching from such intense exercise, she sashays her fine ass over to the weights room and opens the door.
Vanessa scans the room and sees her favourite machine is just being vacated by some muscle-bound brute. She looks at the weights and is astonished to see how much this guy was lifting. She adjusts the machine and sits down. The seat is still warm and moist from its previous occupant.
The big guy, who is now sitting over to her right, catches her eye. He is tall and muscular, with skin as black as coal. As he works his huge arms and strong back on the machine, Vanessa notices how muscular his calves are and works her gaze up past his thick, ripped thighs. Her eyes are drawn to a particular spot. Are his pants rucked up, or can he really be that well endowed?
Vanessa becomes aware that she has been caught staring and, embarrassed, looks away. Smiling, the guy stands up and walks towards the door. He walks unnecessarily close by Vanessa and announces "Time for me to hit the shower," to no one in particular as he passes by.
Vanessa can't help staring at his broad frame as he saunters out. Even standing up, she can tell through his baggy pants that he's massively well hung. After a minute, she gets up and follows him out of the door.
Across the room, Vanessa sees him disappearing into the men's locker room. Glancing around, she sees that there is nobody about. Knowing that she shouldn't, she hurries after him, pushes the door and sneaks into the locker room.
Rounding the corner, she sees him. He's already removed his top to reveal his supremely chiselled torso and he's looking straight at Vanessa.
"Yeah, I saw you checking me out, girl. You see something you want?"