It started out as a regular day, nothing out of the ordinary. I woke up to the obnoxious blaring of the alarm clock, wishing that it would somehow stop without having to crawl out of bed. After knocking out the cobwebs, I slowly walked over to shut off my call into the real word, and start another boring day. After a quick shower, it was off to my first class of the day, not an exciting prospect.
Upon arriving, it was the same old thing. Several jocks and coeds with nothing better to do than spread the latest gossip, plan for the evening ahead, or try to catch up on some sleep they had somehow avoided the evening before. Feeling antsy, I knew that the remaining classes would not be holding my attention this day. After jotting down the last of my notes for the morning, I took one last look at the short skirt in the seat next to me, gathered my belongings, and set off to my car.
It didn't take long for me to reach the gym. I didn't know what it was that brought me here today, in fact, I had never been to the gym before darkness the entire time I owned my membership. It was odd walking inside with the late morning sunshine at my back, and unfamiliar faces seated behind the desk. As I made my way to the locker room, and quickly changed, I was beginning to think the day was a total waste, and I should have stayed in bed.
However, upon exiting the locker room, and heading for the weight room, I saw her. She wasn't like the coeds back on campus, something was different. But from my distance, I could notice that there was something quite intriguing about the woman slowly jogging around the track. I briefly considered joining her, but I decided that I came to the gym to hit the weights, not run circles. After exiting the weight room following my workout, I found myself somewhat disappointed that the woman I had been eyeing earlier was nowhere to be seen.
On my way to the locker room, I decided a quick swim might be nice, so I quickly changed, hit the quick shower in the stall that adjoins to the pool, then headed in. I was so busy adjusting my shorts, that I almost didn't even notice myself walk right into the person standing pool side in front of me. Just as I walked right into her, she turned, and stumbling backwards, I realized it was her. Studying her body, I searched for an apology, but couldn't speak as my eyes found the profound outlines of her nipples. Even though her suit was dry, they were pressed firmly against the material, and I could feel a rise in my shorts.
Before I could realize what was happening, she spoke up. "I'm glad you like what you see, but next time, watch where you're walking. " I heard her saying something else, but it just wasn't registering in my mind. I'm not sure what it was that she said, but I noticed myself blushing, and could only offer up a feeble "I'm sorry. "
As she walked away towards the women's locker room, I felt a brief moment of relief, for either she hadn't noticed, or wasn't commenting on the bulge in the front of my trunks. In the locker room, I hit the showers, thinking of this womans nipples pressed against her suit, almost unnaturally hard. Without realizing it, I had subconsciously started stroking my cock as the water washed itself around me. Looking around, and noticing that I was alone, I began to stroke myself faster. With thoughts of her in my mind, I could feel that familiar feeling growing within myself. Imagining what those breasts must look like freed from her suit was really getting to me. I could see her face. Her blonde hair, the dimples as she smiled, and those breasts that were abundant on her small frame, she couldn't have been more than 5'3. When I started to shoot my load, my thoughts returned to her breasts, and I imagined that each strand of my hot and sticky cum was landing on them.
I left the gym, and walked across the street to the crowded coffee house I had seen on a previous trip. I ordered myself a drink, got a sandwich, and looked for a place to sit. To my surprise, there she was again. As I was looking for a place to sit, I noticed her waving me over. Not being one to waste a chance to sit with an image of my desires, I walked over and took a seat.
"Sorry about what happened back at the gym, I should've been watching where I was walking. " She smiled at my more thorough apology, and responded with a sincere "Don't worry about it. " Feeling at ease, I introduced myself. "My name's Brandon, I don't think I've seen you at the gym before. " To which she responded "Nice to meet you, I'm Justine. I'm there almost every morning. " It was now that I was noticing that Justine was older than a lot of the girls I had fantasized about in the past, and getting bold, I decided to find out just how old. "Obviously older than you!" She giggled. "You shouldn't ask a woman her age, but you seem nice enough. I'm recently 33, but if that sends you running, I might get upset." Taking a bite from my sandwich, I responded to her in kind "Well, as long as a 22 year old doesn't make you want to run, we should be fine. " Through the course of our meal, we exchanged the basics. She was married, with two children, and didn't really seem to meet many people at the gym, so it was a nice change of pace for her. And I revealed all that I could think of, that I was a junior in college, sick of classes who decided to skip the afternoon, and hit the gym. We shared some small talk, and I decided it was high time to leave. "Well, Justine, It was nice to meet you, hopefully, I'll see more of you at the gym. "
