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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I usually go running around the streets of my little village but the weather is less than helpful. Since our football parks have all been frozen for the last few weeks I felt like I was stagnating. So I nipped up to the local gym. I hadnt been there for many a year. It was almost the same as I remember it. I walked in and there was only one other person there. A gorgeous woman by all accounts. To my chagrin, she was wearing a baggy tshirt and shorts. I was imagining her in tight lycra. Her long dark hair tied back in a pony tail, she was cycling hard on one of the bikes, sweat glistening on her brow and neck. Her lips open as she breathed heavily through her mouth. She glanced at me as I entered. We smiled at each other as I stepped onto the running machine in the corner of the room, facing her. Her bike facing sideways to me. After a few minutes running I get into my stride and let my mind wander. My eyes naturally drift over that gorgeous woman. Her supple legs pounding up and down on the pedals as my mind starts to fill with vivid images of her. Imagining her naked body, picturing every inch of her soft beautiful skin beneath those clothes. My mind lost in a trance I fail to notice she is looking at me as I stare at her body. Feeling her eyes on me i look up. Instantly blushing as our eyes meet, i quickly look away. She steps off the bike and goes over to mark her workout info in her file. My rhythm is totally gone now on the treadmill and I stop after only half an hour. I walk over to the file bank and check her file.
Her name is Donna according to her file. Mmmmm, lovely name for a gorgeous woman. After a few more minutes Donna heads to the exit door. Walking past me she looks right at me and says
'Bye big boy!'. A big grin spreading over her face.
I sputter a feeble little goodbye as she walks out. Wow, how stunning!!!!
Head well and trully not in the right zone for a workout, I head to the changing rooms. I quickly peel off my clothes and hop in the shower. Turning off the taps I stand naked in front of the mirror, trying to hold in the extra few pounds that I need to get rid of still.
I hear singing coming from somewhere. Sounds like it could be Donna. There is a door leading to a room adjoining the male changing rooms, filled with a couple of weights machines. Donna was the only other person in the whole place so I wander into it, still naked to see if i can hear her better. This adjoining room has a door leading to the ladies changing rooms as well, so I walk up to the door and put my ear against it. She is still singing - sounds like Elbow from here. My hand resting on the handle of the womans changing rooms, I remain perfectly still. Not making a noise, i listen to her as she sings away. To my shock and surprise, my hand resting on the handle slides down a little and the door pops open.
'Thats not supposed to happen!' I ease inside and close the door, locking it behind me. I can see the entrance to the communal shower room, steam floating out of it. Walking delicately towards it, I peek around the corner. My eyes nearly pop out of my head as I see her standing, facing the wall, rubbing bodywash over her firm, perky breasts. Her whole body shining and wet in the shower. She stands under the shower and lets the water run over her breasts, bubbles drowning under the warm spray, sliding down off her breasts, onto her stomach, and down her thighs and further onto the floor. Foam pooling on the floor around the drain.
I look at her whole body, her gorgeous breasts, her wet hair following the curve of her neck, her long slender back, pert bumcheeks, gorgeous legs. Everything about her turns me on.
I can feel my cock stirring between my legs, semi engorged. I can feel it growing as i watch her, stiffening, the tip starting to rise up. I caress my shaft with my hand, letting my fingertips glide over it, peeling back the foreskin.
Oh i think i need to go on, but here is a start. |
