One of the perks of my new job was a membership to a fancy gym. I've always tried to keep in shape but had never done much beyond swimming and a few jogs. I was intimidated to go, I'd shared this with my team, in the hope that someone would be willing to show me the ropes. Luckily, Joanna was interested. Her eyes lit up when I said I was not confident about going. She wheeled her chair over, asked me all kinds of questions about my athletic goals. I didn't know what to say. My goals? To do some naked yoga with you then fuck you in the shower? I didn't say that. Though I did want that to happen.
Why don't we go together? We can start with a yoga class.
Sounds great!
I was excited about the prospect. I did genuinely want to go to the gym, it wasn't that I fancied Joanna, but it was an added bonus. I'd try not to stare at her too much. Might be dangerous...
We went after work the next day. We both went into the gym, it was very classy, everything was pristine, everything smelt incredible. The changing rooms were really big and the dry heat of a sauna and smell of lavender could be felt in the background. My mind was already whirring with the exciting possibilities a changing room had to offer. There were quite a few people around, which was great as I could get changed near Joanna. I made sure that morning to wear a Calvin Klein thong, just in case she was interested. As she undressed, I tried my hardest not to look but my will power failed momentarily as I got a snapshot glimpse of her body in underwear. I quickly looked away and it pained me not to stare back and admire. I don't know how I'd make it through this class without drooling at her incredible body. Her yoga pants were tight, clung to her toned ass, her camel toe was so enticing, so pronounced. Her breasts were tight in her sports bra, immovable, proud. She even had a faint outline of abs. She was insane. And I thought I was hot.
Ready?
