She had been working out at 5am for months now and loved the improvements to her already healthy body. She was beginning to have less jiggle and her bottom was firming up nicely. At 5'5 and 125 lbs, she felt as good as everyone said she looked.
She always wore cute workout clothing, however. sexy, form hugging workout pants that accentuated her curvy booty and long legs and a sports bra that held her augmented 32DD breasts comfortably without mashing them down into a lump. Her long, eraser nipples were always discernible under the material.
While the gym was largely empty, there were a few regulars that she'd see. One particular was a very good looking black guy about her age that always smiled and spoke to her. He had introduced himself as Andre or "Dre" for short. He was around 6 feet tall, broad shouldered and had a chiseled frame that tapered to a narrow waist and strong legs. His head was shaved and he had a short goatee that surrounded a brilliant smile. He lived in the condos above the gym and she always enjoyed seeing him.
They would chat as they made their way through their routines. He was very encouraging and often handed her a towel or offered to spot her on weights; especially squats. He'd keep one hand on the small of her back to help her keep her form as she exercised. She greatly appreciated the help and would reciprocate when he was doing bench presses, although it was an awkward position for her as she had to practically straddle his head to help place the bar back on the rack. Although he never complained.
One morning at home, as she showered after her workout, she reached for her vibrator (as she often did when given the extra alone time) and began to use it. Unbidden, the image of Dre entered her reveries as she held the throbbing instrument inside her and pulsing against her clitoris. She orgasmed quickly and sharply as she imagined his nude form. She had seen the way his manhood swayed in his shorts and suddenly had a strong desire to see it for herself, and more.
