First, for those of you who don’t know me, let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Tanya, I’m 26 years old, and I recently started going to the gym to keep myself fit. It wasn’t that I was looking bad, but my tummy was just a bit rounder than usual and I wanted it to be flat because summer was coming up, and I planned to look gorgeous in the new two-piece bathing suit I had just bought. With my long legs, firm ass, dark, shoulder length hair and curvy hips – I’d drive the boys wild if I could lose five pounds.
Well, I got a membership to Ballys and started going early in the morning before work. Often, there would be just a few others there and I’d often have the gym all to myself. I worked up quite a sweat on the treadmill and lifting the leg press, so I soon learned to dress down. I got into the habit of going to the gym in very, short nylon shorts and a tank top. I usually dress rather conservatively, but I figured I’d live a little because there usually wasn’t anyone around at the gym in the early morning.
One morning, I was running a little bit late and there were more people at the gym than usual. I noticed several of the men looking at my ass as I walked on the treadmill. I blushed, but decided to give them a show, bending over to hold the front of the treadmill and letting my short shorts ride far up my ass. I was sure they could see my pink cotton panties peeking out from underneath my shorts, and built up enough bravery to turn my head back slowly.
But the guys were not the only ones looking. A slim, dark beauty – I assumed she was Indian – with long, flowing black hair and wearing tight, black pants and a cotton T was on an exercise bike behind me and obviously staring right at my backside. She was licking her lips and we briefly made eye contact and I felt a tingle go through me. I had a hard time understanding what I was feeling, as I’d never been so turned on by a foreign woman before. Up until that point, I had always strictly slept with men or white, professional women who I interacted with in the workplace.
But the way she was staring at me … as if she were undressing me with her eyes. Well, it was even more intense than how the young men were looking at me, and suddenly, I knew I had to have this fine, Indian beauty. Yes, I would make her mine, I thought – and I gripped the bar to the treadmill tighter, flexing my leg muscles and waving my fine, firm ass at the woman.
The young men – there were three of them – were also staring at me, and apparently became too flustered by my antics, because soon they left, hiding the bulges in their pants. That left me alone with the Indian beauty, and I got off the treadmill and onto an exercise bike opposite her, so we were facing each other.
We both biked in silence, but we were looking at each other. Looking and liking what we saw in the other. The attraction was electric and my pussy began to flutter. Yes, I was sweating, but that was not the only thing making me wet. I looked into the eyes of my smaller counterpart – she looked so delicate, and her eyes were deep and dark. I licked my lips, and she licked hers. I saw her nipples poking through her T-shirt and smiled. Yes, I would have her, I thought.
I rode the bike hard, breathing heavily and making soft, raspy noises. “Huh … uggghh … uhggggg,” I panted, pedaling the bike hard. The girl across from me did the same, responding to my guttural pants with longing sounds all of her own … her eyes glazed over as she rode that bike across from me, shifting her ass on the seat – almost as if she were riding herself to orgasm.
I could take no more … I got up … pulled up my short shorts even further up my ass, so the material was almost riding up into my crack … turned my back to my gorgeous friend, and bent over. I pretended to tie my shoe, but really, I just wanted her to see how wet she had made me. Then, I stood up, walked past her to the girls locker room, but made sure to look back – inviting her to come along with my eyes.
In the locker room, I went to the showers. By that time, it was past 9 a.m. and nearly everyone had left the gym to go to work. I took off my sneakers, and then my shorts, then sat on a bench and took of my pink panties. Then, I walked into the showering room, which was lined with nozzles. No one else was in there, so I turned on the nozzle and basked in a hot stream of water that came down. All the while, I was thinking of the Indian beauty who was riding across from me, hoping that she would also come in for a shower.
And I got my wish. I heard the door to the locker room creak open and about five minutes later, just after I’d gotten my hair nice and wet, she came across the corner completely naked. She crept inside, seemingly nervous, but that just made her more beautiful. And then, she went to the wall opposite me and turned on another nozzle and began kneading her hands through her dark, black hair.
Here we were, in the same showering room, both of us naked, wet and wanting the other – I knew that was the case. And yet still, neither one of us had said a word to the other. We were both nervous, and it was awkward because we did not know the other, but I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And if it was not already obvious, it became very clear when she began soaping her breasts and looking at me with lust as I ran my fingers through my own dark hair.
