I'd been hitting the gym pretty hard recently. Something to do with the 20kgs I'd let myself gain during a serious bout of depression. I was getting over it and was to the point that I was ready to start reclaiming my body again, along with my life. I'd been doing circuit stuff; treadmill and weights mostly. For some reason I hadn't been to any of classes in the 3 years I'd been a member, but a new refurb of the gym meant that we now had some spin bikes and classes running at lunch time 4 days a week. What the heck, it couldn't be worse than feeling self-conscious in the circuit room, and who knows, maybe having an instructor up front will make me push myself harder.
The first class was ok, but I hurt like hell afterwards. Still, I kept going along to classes, and soon for more than one reason. The gym is in my office building and is run by four colleagues who are also fitness instructors, so it's not as if I hadn't noticed Jess before. In fact, I'd started checking her out some months earlier. Now, she was an added incentive to come to class and work hard. I don't know when it changed, but I soon found myself deliberately going to her classes and was disappointed when she didn't teach.
I'd be riding my bike, working as hard as I could, but often found myself being distracted. The way her hair looked tied back, the cheeky grin on her face as she drove us to work harder and push ourselves further. Not to mention her body. Oh, her body! Jess is only a small thing, but well toned. Her upper body strength obvious from the lines of definition in her upper arms and shoulders, yet still very feminine. She has the small legs of a runner, firm but slender. Despite her petite size, the curves of her body are obvious and more than enough to capture my wanting gaze. Better yet, the podium she takes the class from on her own bike has full length mirrors behind her, so I even get to look at her arse. Not that I'm really an arse girl, but I wouldn't mind looking at hers any time.
It wasn't long before things, at least in my mind, took a step up. Outside of class there were little smiles exchanged between us, light conversation getting to know each other better and just generally an increase in the time we spent together. Through various social activities at work, Jess already knew that I'm a lesbian. And I already knew that she's married with two kids. That didn't stop me stealing glances, enjoying her innuendoes in class or fantasizing about her.
It's my morning tea break and I'm in the building cafe, watching her as she socialises with her workmates, waiting for the morning coffee she's just ordered. From a distance I look ... and look. I can see the dancing sparkle in Jess's grey eyes. The cheeky mischief in those eyes is undeniable. It's one of the things I find so attractive about her. Her shoulder length hair is down, the light sandy brown strands forming a carefree wavy frame around her face, almost surfer-chick style. Her lips stretch in a grin across her face, fine but not too thin. The pale pink I long to kiss so much. I'm usually pretty careful about not looking at her too much during gym classes, which makes opportunities like this one even better. The chance to just watch and admire, knowing that she's not readily going to catch the desirous gazes.
My 15 minute break is nearly over, so I get up from my seat and wander past more people who have gathered for their caffeine. She turns and says hello as I walk past. Maybe she had been aware of my attentions, or maybe I'd just been more indiscrete than I'd intended. As the last of her work mates picks up their coffee, the small group turns to leave, only a few steps behind me. Adam throws some friendly banter my way, giving me the chance to continue my interaction with Jess, even if it is indirectly. As our slow amble brings me close to the door of my work area, I turn to finish the conversation and say goodbye to the group. I'm slightly bemused to see her checking out my arse as I walk in front of her. Her look flicks back up and she grins as she makes eye contact with me. We exchange the usual "catch ya later" and I make my way to my desk. It's just as well I can do this part of my job with my eyes closed, because some 30 minutes later my thoughts are still occupied with the image of her eyes firmly planted on my arse before making eye contact with me, almost acknowledging her ogle. A hundred 'what if?'s and 'maybe's race through my head. I become aroused by some of the maybes – maybe I can kiss her, maybe I can touch her, maybe I can hold her ... maybe I can fuck her.
The friendly conversation, the cheeky grins continued, and the flirting began. The innuendos in class increased; as she's pushing us hard at the pinnacle of a track, she urges us to keep pace with her, a quick glance in my direction as she says "come with me" ... That's exactly what I want to do. I wonder if Jess knows just how hot she's making me. Her simple, yet clearly knowing grin in response to my blush, visible even through my exercise-redden face, says she does. It was enough to let me know that she knew where my head had been and that she was enjoying it.
It was only a couple of weeks later that I was taken surprise when it took her an overly long time to get changed after class. We were each in our usual corner of the very small change room. Jess was chatting away with me while she was getting changed. Being uncomfortable with my own body, I usually tried to make sure I'd changed underwear and covered up as much as possible before anyone else was back in the change room, so I was already putting on my shoes and needed only to tie the laces and pack the sweaty clothes I'd just removed in my bag. She seemed to be making sure that our conversation continued as she got undressed. My eyes were on my shoes as I tied my shoes. There was a slight pause in the conversation before Jess said, "Hey Anne?" The inflection in her voice naturally caused me to look up at her as I said "yeah? ... "
