During my last year at university I was staying in a block of flats. I knew the owner and he gave me a cut rate, with me keeping an eye on the place and made sure that things didn't get out of hand. I had almost zero work to do in this regard because the other tenants were all serious students and working towards their qualifications. If anyone had a problem they could bring it to me and I'd pass the matter on to the owner, assuming I couldn't fix it myself. Little things, like a leaky tap, I could fix. Anything that required professional work I passed to the owner to get a professional out.
I didn't get many complaints, partly due to the flats being well maintained and partly due to my unprepossessing looks. By unprepossessing I mean that I looked like a low-grade thug, someone you wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Or a brightly lit alley, if there was no-one else around. Hey, not my fault. They were just the features I was born with. In actual fact I was hard-working and had a very high IQ.
At one point a break in the school year tied up with a long weekend and by an odd chance most of the tenants vacated the premises. I decided to take the chance to wander around, check all floors to make sure there were no problems and tidy up the yard if it was required.
Everything seemed fine during my walk-around and it wasn't until I got to the basement that things got interesting. The basement was divided into two sections. One section was a laundry and utilities room. The other section was an exercise room. There wasn't enough equipment to call it a gym. There was one of those walking machines that some people used, a couple of large exercise balls that tended to lead to mock battles, and some weights.
The laundry and utilities room was fine. I could hear some noises coming out of the exercise room and assumed that someone was getting in shape. Having no intention of interrupting their regime, whatever it was, I just glanced in the room. At least, that's what I intended.
One of the women was using one of the exercise balls. It only took the long blonde hair for me to guess that it was Rose getting in some action. Rose was a tallish, slender, blonde, of about twenty. Lethal to any unattached male and dangerous to any attached ones. I don't think she deliberately tried to attach everything male that came past. It just seemed to happen naturally. (Neither am I saying that she went out of her way to discourage them.)
For some reason I'd never been one of those attached males. Perhaps our body chemistry just didn't match. That didn't mean that I couldn't appreciate her. She had a fine figure, a little top heavy but that was nature's fault and no man was going to complain. Some women are just naturally endowed quite generously.
From what I could see Rose seemed to be combining yoga with the use of the exercise ball. I guess the ball help with some of the stretching poses. She was wearing a Lycra exercise outfit, skin tight and flattering. I just naturally paused and watched her go for a few moments, resting my eyes you might say.
She suddenly bounced to her feet and poised there. A quick look around the room which failed to spot me and she stripped off her top and tossed it to the side. Then she was back on the ball and resuming her exercises.
At this stage wild horses wouldn't have been able to drag me away. I continued watching, really appreciating how her breasts seemed to be bouncing completely independently to what she was doing. I mean, she'd be bouncing up and down, her breasts invariably going up as she went down and vice versa. She'd switch to sideways movements and her breasts would still be trying to do the up and down movements she'd finished. A fascinating study.
After another few minutes she bounced to her feet again, had another quick look around which again failed to spot me, and then stripped of her shorts and panties, assuming she was wearing panties under those shorts. (Wouldn't want to spoil the line of the shorts with something under them, now would we.) I was now in a position to see that Rose did not make a habit of sunbathing nude. There were marked tan lines across her breasts and groin. She did shave, though.
I stayed where I was, watching her exercise, and contemplating the mysteries of life. Mysteries of did she really fail to see me or not? If she didn't see me, should I recommend a good optometrist? It's not as though I was trying to hide. If she did see me then why would she strip off and do her exercises? Was she trying to tempt me?
While I was quite willing to be tempted, I'm as horny as the next guy, there was one other question outstanding. If she saw me did she recognise me or did she mistake me for someone else? Now that I considered it, it occurred to me that I wasn't the only man in the building who hadn't deserted the place for the long weekend. Steve, he of the film-star good looks, was also still in the building. Had she, perhaps, forgotten about me and performed for him? Only way to find out was to ask.
I walked quietly over to where she was exercising, but not so quietly that she wouldn't hear me coming. I saw her give a small start when she registered my approach but she didn't stop her exercise or look around. I'd almost reached her when she gave a much bigger start, stopping her bouncing about and turning to face me, shock all over her face. At the same time she gave a small startled cry, hands flashing down to protect her privacy.
"Rose," I said, nodding genially, watching with interest as her face changed from slightly embarrassed to deeply horrified.
"Alan!" She sounded horrified as well. "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking around making sure everything is in order. Um, isn't there a rule about correct attire for the exercise room? Come to think of it, probably not. Never mind."
"Go away!"
"Now Rose, just because you're a little embarrassed is no need to take it out on me," I said defensively. "I didn't undress you. As a matter of fact I saw you look at me before you stripped off so you must have known I was there. I'm quite flattered, actually."
"I most certainly did not know you were there. Do you think I'd have started my nude exercises if I'd known a man was watching? You've got tickets on yourself."
"Depends on the man, I suspect," I said thoughtfully. "I mean, would you be quite so upset if Steve had come down for his normal exercise routine instead of going to a party with some friends?"
"Party?" she said before catching on to what else I'd said. She gave me a nasty look, her temper rising.
"Are you insinuating that I stripped off because I thought Steve would come in?"
I smiled. "Mm. Something like that. I must be a horrible disappointment to you."
"I'm not disappointed. Just surprised that someone would walk in and deliberately embarrass me."
"Well, that's a plus," I told her.
She looked confused. "Ah, what's a plus," she asked.
"The fact that you're not disappointed in me being here while you're naked. It gives me high hopes for the way this encounter is going."
