My wife Molly and I had recently moved into a new down town condo to experience this whole urban living thing. I was finding it to be quite enjoyable with no lawn to mow and within walking distance to many restaurants and bars. We are both in our mid 30's and like to workout keeping ourselves in pretty good shape. At 6' and 185 lbs. blonde hair and blue eyes I still get some looks form the women.
Molly was starting to ride my ass about not getting to the gym recently. My new job was taking all of my time as I was settling in to it. She was going 3 times a week doing kick boxing and toning classes. It certainly was working for her. She stands at 5'4" and weighs about 115 lbs. with beautiful long black hair and captivating green eyes not to mention 36C breasts on a firm frame.
One recent morning we awoke to 8-10 inches of snow that had blanketed the area. The roads were a mess and getting to work was going to be impossible. I called in to inform whoever was brave enough to venture in that I was basically snowed in. Molly did the same and we proceeded to enjoy a quiet morning catching up on our busy schedules. After the 3rd cup of coffee Molly insisted that we head off to the gym, which was only 5 blocks down the street. Reluctantly, I agreed. I would have been happy to just lounge around the condo all day.
We changed into our exercise clothes, Molly in a nice tight fitting black pair of cotton-spandex pants and matching top that was cut just below her breasts above her navel. She looked hot! I liked to look good as well and put on a similar outfit that was also black cotton-spandex shorts and a black weigh lifters tank. I did look good.
We grabbed our ski coats, gloves and boots and headed out with our gym bags carrying our tennis shoes and a couple of towels. During the short walk to the gym, Molly asked me what I wanted to do for a workout. I said that I was leaning towards the Stairmaster and then maybe the treadmill. I asked her what she wanted to do and she responded with a smile saying that she would workout with me until her toning class started. That gave us about 45 minutes to workout together.
We arrived at the gym and realized that we were two of very few people that had braved the snow to exercise. We each went to our respective locker rooms and grabbed a locker to put our coats, boots and gloves into and to lace up the sneakers for a workout. I met Molly at the Stairmasters that were located next to the basketball courts. I noticed that we were the only ones on the machines and that there were just 3 guys on the court shooting baskets.
The 3 guys stopped what they were doing and stared at us. I was sure they were getting a good look at Molly and just brushed it off as what usually happened when she was out of the house dressed as she was. We started to climb the machines and soon I had worked up a good sweat. I peered out at the guys on the court and they were still looking at us and I began to get a bit uncomfortable. I realized at this point that the three men were probably in their mid 40's, black and were quite a bit larger then me. Each must have been well over 6' 5". One of them noticed me looking and yelled at me to see if I would play "hoops" with them. After all, I would make it 2 on 2. I declined stating that I was a lousy basketball player, which brought a chorus of "Oh mans" and "Come on" from the three of them. I continued to decline to their irritation.
Molly stopped her workout and told me that she was going to her class and that maybe I should go and play with them. I argued that I was not a basketball player and that they would probably just get mad at me anyway. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. She said that maybe I could make a couple of new friends. I again, insisted that I was a terrible basketball player and that I would finish my workout and then meet her in the juice bar after she finished. Molly did an about face and headed off to her class. As she left I looked over at the 3 men again and observed them staring at her as she exited the court area.
The 3 guys were smiling with lecherous grins as they turned to face me. One winked at me and the others laughed as they started to high five each other. They continued their banter as I became even more uncomfortable. I finished the Stairmaster and decided to lift some weights instead of using the treadmill. I walked out of the court area glad to get away from as far as I could tell, the only other people here at the gym. I went down the hallway to the weight room and grabbed some free weights and started to do some curls. It felt good and soon I was into it forgetting the three imposing black men.
I finished the reps on the curls and then headed to the leg machines to give my legs and back side a good workout. I was face down on the machine and lifting the weights with a curl of my legs pushing the muscles in my buttocks. I jumped as I looked up in the mirror and saw the three men standing behind me watching me. They smiled at me and then walked away. I was really freaked out and decided that I had had enough exercise. I got up off the machine and headed for the shower.
I walked into the locker room and found it completely empty. I relaxed a bit as I stripped down and headed off to one of the private showers to clean up. I was beginning to relax as the hot water was cascading down my body. I washed my hair and soaped up my body and began to rinse off the soap. Suddenly the curtain was yanked open and I was grabbed by my arms by two of the immense black men. They literally lifted me off the ground and carried me out of the shower. I started to shout out in defiance when a hand of one of the guys carrying me slapped down over my mouth silencing my cry.