Amanda stepped off the treadmill, took a deep breath, and then walked toward the locker rooms. Covered in a sheen of sweat, she felt completely exhausted, having completed her two-hour cardio circuit, and was looking forward to the twenty-minute sauna visit, then the shower.
She stopped by her locker and grabbed her towel and bottle of water, then started toward the dry sauna, but then changed her mind, opting instead for the steam sauna, hoping to work out a little more of the crap in her body. She had only quit smoking a week ago and had heard that a sauna would help get the toxins out faster.
Walking into the sauna, the wave of hot, humid air hit her like a bag of bricks, and it took her a moment or two to recover and look around. The room was empty, and it did not look like anyone had been there for a while. She laid her towel down on one of the benches that was against the wall, sat, and leaned her head back.
She could feel the heat as it seemed to soak into her, working its way into all her sore, overused muscles. Feel the beads of sweat building up on her skin, then run like little clean insects down her body. Now and again, one would tickle as it made its way, but she barely noticed most of them.
She awoke with a start; she had not intended it but had fallen asleep for a few minutes. When she looked around, she saw that there was a woman sitting across from her. She made eye contact, and the woman smiled and nodded. Then, she looked back down at a book she was holding.
Amanda found herself looking at the woman's body. She was very well-defined with muscular arms and legs but still looked quite feminine. She was wearing a yellow sports bra, but as firm as her breasts looked through the fabric, she probably did not need it. Her skin was a light bronze color, but she could not tell if that was her natural skin color or the result of time spent in the sun.
She closed her eyes for a bit longer; her watch had not gone off yet, so she knew she must still have some time left before she had to get out. She relaxed and then heard some rustling sounds, and as it got quieter again, she opened her eyes.
The woman had removed her top and bottoms and was now lying on her back with her eyes closed. This by itself did not surprise Amanda. She had been in here many times when women would be topless or completely naked. Sometimes with towels on, sometimes without.
What caught her off guard was how incredible this woman's body was. Amanda watched her for several long moments. Her breasts slowly rose and fell as she breathed, her tight, washboard abs, the lines across her body showing the contours of her muscles, and the bikini line showing that she was, indeed, a sun worshipper.
Something caught her eye, and she looked up in time to see a drop of sweat that had been on her breast, near the nipple, run down onto her chest. Then she looked up and saw the eyes. The woman was looking right at her.
"Sorry, "Amanda stammered, shaking her head. I was just zoned out and did not even realize I was staring."
The woman smiled almost shyly. "It's OK... I get lots of looks like that; it's not a problem." Her voice was soft but had a strong feel to it. She closed her eyes again and then gently ran her hands down her body, wiping the sweat away. She finally reached the area between her legs, where she brushed the little beads of dew that had formed in the small strip of hair just above her otherwise shaved pussy.
Then she raised one of her legs and let the other drop so that the foot was on the ground, and with that, Amanda could see the woman's pussy clearly, the fine line of the outer lips and the wide, almost butterfly-like inner lips protruding from within, and the large nub of her clit standing out from it all.
Amanda looked back at the woman's face, but her eyes were still closed. She felt a combination of relief and disappointment in that, but she shook her head, looked at her watch, and decided that it was time to leave.
"Have a good evening," She said to the woman as she left.
"Mmm hmm... I plan to."
As she walked through the gym, Amanda felt the cool air on her body and the contrast between it and the sauna. The change caused her nipples to react, and they became suddenly hard and a little painful under her top.
She liked coming to this gym, she thought as she looked around. It was in a quiet section of town, it was open twenty-four hours a day, and the staff was always nice. As if to make her point, one of the trainers walked around the corner and said, "Good evening, Mrs. Holsten. You're here late."
"Yeah... Got started late and then did the dumb thing and fell asleep in the sauna."
He tsked at her and walked away, smiling.
Amanda returned to the locker room, then back to her locker and disrobed, put her sweaty clothes in her bag, put on her slippers, and then walked to the showers.
When she entered the room where the showers were, she looked around. Another thing that she liked about this gym was that the showers had a real door, not a curtain. While she did not have an issue with curtains or the possibility that someone might catch a glimpse of her through the curtain, it just felt nice to know that the door could close and she would not be interrupted.
The place was deserted, so she saw that she had her choice of stalls, so she opted for one in the far corner of the room. She knew it was wrong, but those were the handicapped showers, and she liked the extra room they had in those stalls. She walked into it, turned on the water, and then set her towel and soap on the shelf. In no time at all, the water was almost too hot for her, but it felt good.
She grabbed her scrubby, slathered it with soap, and started washing. Taking the time to get everywhere, she knew that when she got home, she would probably go right to sleep and did not want to worry about taking another shower.
She put a little more soap in her hands and started washing her hair, letting the water continue to run as she stood just outside the spray. After working her hands through the hair until she knew it was clean, she stepped back into the shower and rinsed it out.
As she felt the water and soap running down her body, she suddenly thought of the woman in the sauna and the way that little drop of sweat ran down her breast. Then she found herself thinking about the firm body and the abs and the little line of hair and that clit.
"Her clit was amazing!" She thought to herself.
She found herself running her hand down her own abdomen as her mind wandered over that woman's. She stopped momentarily to play with the stud in her belly button, then let her hand trail down through the wispy fine hair of her own pussy. She took in a sharp breath as she inserted a finger and gently toyed with her own clit, which had already become hard and sensitive before she ever got to it.
"Good lord, what am I doing?" She whispered as she pulled her hand away, "I'm not into women!" and opened her eyes, only to see the woman from the sauna standing at the door looking at her. It was only open a bit, but it was enough. "I must not have closed it all the way." She thought.
"You left it open, and I was about to close it for you when I saw..." She motioned her head to Amanda and looked at her hand.
Without waiting for an invitation or asking permission, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Then, she locked it and turned back to Amanda. She looked over her body. "You are beautiful, too," she said.
Amanda took a step back, "I uh... um."
Again, the woman motioned to Amanda's hand, "Was that because of me?"
