"Why am I doing this again?" Aria thought to herself, working hard on a stationary bicycle at one of the local gyms. Looking up and taking a deep breath, she saw two of the guys stealing glances at her breasts. "Oh right, that's why." With a private smile, she closed her eyes again and leaned forward to pedal even harder. She knew that those two guys, and most of the others, were now staring at her. Each time she pushed down on the pedals, her torso moved from left to right, making her breasts sway constantly. Those large breasts got most of the attention, but her hips, ass and thigh got their share of glances and stares as well. Yet, far from making her uncomfortable, Aria rather enjoyed the attention.
More than a year ago, weeks before her 37th birthday, Aria had decided to lose the 15 to 20 extra pounds she had been carrying for the past few years. Today, with a less-indulging diet and up to four visits per week to the gym, she had succeeded. To her surprise, she had discovered that she liked working out, so she kept coming here. Way beyond fooling herself, Aria knew that part of the reason she enjoyed the gym was that many men here were looking at her.
That had been a wonderful, if slow, discovery. Aria had been blessed, since she turned 16, with a glorious body. She had lived a life knowing that she was a natural center of attention of most men, as close to being a natural princess as you could in the twentieth century. But now she was 37, had had 2 children herself, and had gained some weight, so gradually she had lost that power. Her hair were still as incredible, long and thick, but those extra pounds needed to disappear.
Now, sweating on the bike, she knew that she looked as good as she ever had in the past: the sweat she could feel trickling between her breast flowed against firm flesh, much firmer than it had any right to be at 37. Although her silhouette had been remarkable overall, with a perfect waist to hip ratio, deliciously round buttocks, a respectable 5'7" height and hair to make goddesses jealous, Aria knew that the jewel in her beauty's crown had always been her breasts. 32EE had always been off compared to the supposed classical canons of 36D or 34C, yet judging by the numbers of jaws she had seen dropped in her life, she had always been mighty proud of her breasts.
As the months in the gym flew by, Aria gradually decided to show them off more and more: the loose tee-shirt she had worn at first had long since been replaced by a very tight tank-top; the sports bra was gone too, replaced by a bra with a lot of support that nevertheless managed not to flatten them. It had cost a small fortune, but it had been worth it. She knew she was at the limit of what was tolerated here, but the owners were men and she didn't think they'd ask her to change. In fact, Aria was quite sure that they were using the security cameras to look at her in the safety of their office.
All in all, Aria was the unofficial queen of the gym. Or rather she had been, until Scarlett showed up. In the ways that mattered most men, Scarlett was a 22 year old version of Aria: gorgeous, sexy without even trying too, endowed with spectacularly large breasts and silky, smoothly flowing long hair. Yet even in the dark, nobody would fail to distinguish them: whereas the rest of Aria's body was clearly that of a voluptuous woman, Scarlett's was that of a tall and very lithe adolescent. Small waist and equally small hips, she had firm buttocks and thin long legs. Yet that very litheness made her breasts stand out like brilliant lighthouses in the deepest of nights. Even with a sports bra, Scarlett's breasts could grab the attention of men and women alike.
When Scarlett first started to come to the gym, Aria definitely felt some frustration. A few days later they had hit the showers at the same time. Even though they didn't have communal showers like the men, Aria had seen enough of Scarlett's body to be really jealous. Also, unable to resist while Scarlett was in the shower, Aria had stolen a peak at her bra, a very sexy red lace thing: 30F. "Breasts this size should look bizarre..." She had though to herself, shaking her head. But bizarre they were not. Even Aria herself had been mesmerized by Scarlett's breasts, and for the first time in her life she dearly wanted to see a woman's breasts naked.
Aria kept coming to the gym, trying to learn when Scarlett wasn't here, but after a month she stopped bothering: Scarlett was a very friendly person and obviously saw in Aria a potential friend. Aria tolerated her, but nothing more.
Three weeks ago, their relationship changed. In the locker room, she overheard Scarlett talking to another woman, saying how she loved college. Her classes were great, and so were the teachers. When she said that she was studying to become a midwife, Aria was shocked: first of all midwives are few and far between, but most importantly, Aria was a midwife herself, had been for more than ten years. Aria instantly got up to join in Scarlett's conversation.
She tried her best, but Aria had the feeling that Scarlett saw her surprise. Not about the midwifery. Not at all. When Aria turned the corner, she saw Scarlett talking with Carie. Carie was also very friendly and loved to laugh and make people laugh, yet Carie was not the reason for Aria's surprise either. She had come at the precise moment when Scarlett was topless, her breasts still dripping with water from the shower, and her wet hair clinging to those impossible curves. Aria had seen countless breasts as a midwife, but they'd never been sexual objects, only distended milk-givers. Scarlett's breasts were clearly not deformed. Gods no. They sparked a completely involuntary stirring between Aria's legs, and even a flash of heat. Surprised by Scarlett's studies, stunned by her breasts, Aria now had to deal with the shock of he body's response to that woman.
When she said that she was herself a midwife, it was Scarlett's turn to be surprised. From that moment on, especially after spending the rest of that day together talking, the two became inseparable friends.