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All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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Caitlyn just couldn't concentrate on her workout. She went to the gym five days a week to work out and stay in shape. And even though the gym she frequented was always full of attractive men and women toning their bodies, it didn't typically distract her. Today though, this was not the case.
From her position on the treadmill, Caitlyn caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye; an absolutely gorgeous, fit woman working on the lat pull-down bar. Each time she exerted the force to pull the bar down and bring the weights up, Caitlyn could see the muscles of her shoulders and mostly-bare arms strain and bulge. Her skin was so perfectly tan and smooth, too. Caitlyn found herself staring, and shook her head, increasing the speed of her treadmill to try and give herself something else to concentrate on. Still her eyes wandered though.
Oh god,
Caitlyn thought.
Is she coming this way? Don't stare. Just focus on your workout. It's no big deal.
Sure enough, the woman stepped up onto the treadmill right next to Caitlyn and set it to the same speed she was currently jogging at. Their legs and arms began to move almost in unison as Caitlyn tried to watch the woman from the corner of her eye.
"Do you come here often?" The woman suddenly asked in a polite tone, her voice undulating slightly with each footfall on the treadmill.
Be cool, Caity. You've talked to plenty of women in this gym before. She's no different,
Caitlyn told herself.
"Every week. You?" She asked, genuinely curious. She couldn't remember ever laying eyes on this beautiful creature before.
"I just moved to town, so it's my first day here. I like it though. I might get a year long membership."
Oh god yes. Please do that. Please.
"It's a great gym," Caitlyn said as calmly as possible. "We could be workout partners."
Workout partners? Why did you just say that? What are you thinking? You don't even know this woman. Get your head out of your ass, Caitlyn.
The woman flashed a smile though as she began slowing the pace of her treadmill, working it down to a comfortable walk, where she extended her hand across to shake Caitlyn's.
"I'm Lacey. It's nice to meet you," she offered politely.
Caitlyn likewise turned down the speed so her pace matched Lacey's, and gratefully shook her hand. She took the opportunity to finally get a good, solid look at Lacey. She was a very fit woman, dressed only in a pair of gray workout shorts that clung to her perfectly sculpted thighs and butt, and a matching sports bra that likewise covered her ample chest, yet revealed her toned abs. She had chocolate brown hair that was up in a ponytail, though some strands had come loose from the effort of the workout and hung haphazardly at the sides of her face. Her eyes were the same gentle shade of brown, though Caitlyn swore she saw a fierce fire burning in them.
She wasn't the only one getting an eyeful though. Lacey likewise took in her new friend's appearance. Caitlyn was only about an inch or so shorter than herself, about 5'7". She too had a carefully crafted body from constantly coming to the gym to work out, and was clad in a similar outfit; tight black workout shorts, and an equally well-fitting gray tank-top with a built in sports bra. Her hair was also tied up in a ponytail, though hers was a sandy blonde shade, though it was about the same length as Lacey's, just a few inches past her shoulders. Her own eyes are a steely blue-gray color, almost like the ocean during a storm.
As Lacey released her hand, she let her fingertips trail lightly over Caitlyn's palm. Caitlyn could swear she saw sparks and her cheeks flushed bright pink. She quickly turned her head, looking straight foward as she concentrated once again on the treadmill.
She did that on purpose. She knows what she's doing. She knows what you're thinking, Cait.
Silence fell over their corner of the gym. The place wasn't that packed to begin with, but now that they'd stopped conversing temporarily, it was even quieter than before. Thoughts raced through Caitlyn's brain as she tried to keep herself calm and push back the blush from her cheeks.
Breathe, Caity. Don't be a weirdo. She's clearly into you. No one ends a handshake like that. Or do they? Maybe it was just a friendly gesture. Gah! Stop overthinking!
Lacey pressed the button to bring the tread to a stop, and carefully stepped off the machine before placing her hands on her hips.
"It was lovely meeting you, Caitlyn. I'm headed to the locker room, now. Maybe I'll see you again sometime?" She said with a grin before turning on her heel and heading for the women's locker room.
Caitlyn watched Lacey disappear from sight, her eyes focusing on the woman's luscious butt as it swayed side to side. She gulped, staring down at the control panel of her treadmill.
What are you doing? Go with her, you idiot! What if she thinks I'm stalking her, though? I don't want to come off as desperate. Shut up shut up shut up! Just do it. You won't regret it.