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WORKED OUT
Date: 7/23/2015, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Author: jackmare, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
WORKED OUT A True Story I sat on the bench press after my workout. Totally gassed, drinking from my water bottle. Looking up, I saw her. Her. The woman that had been coming in every Monday/Wednesday/Friday for the last month. She was new to the gym and to be honest...I’m not sure I would have stuck with my workouts if she hadn’t kept showing up. Without fail, she would wear short black skintight workout shorts and a neon colored sports bra. Today was no different. I always try to be subtle -- looking off into space as I recover -- but really watching her on the stair-step machine. Her toned legs pumping up and down on the stepper...her ass flexing inside her tight blackshorts. That small gap between her thighs, that let’s be honest, I kept imagining my cock fitting right into. I watched her from behind -- her shoulder blades moving under her bright neon pink sports bra as her arms worked in tandem with the machine. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight into a ponytail which swung back and forth with her movement. I stood up and walked to the water fountain to get a better look. Just enjoying the view. Trying not to be obvious. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel creeped out or uncomfortable coming here. At the water fountain I was treated to a profile view. Her legs still pumping up and down the imaginary stairs...I saw her healthy breasts held tight and firm inside her pink bra...barely moving. But there was enough heft there that I knew they would be more than a ... handful. That’s when everything fell apart. She caught my eye. Well...she caught my eye NOT looking at her eyes...but looking at her breasts. I looked away, embarrassed. Dammit. She kept working out as I went back to the showers to get cleaned up. I opened the door to the single shower/bathroom and closed it behind me. As I pulled off my shorts and sweaty shirt I noticed that the rhythmic sound of her step machine had stopped. Great. She’d been creeped out completely. I reached a hand into the shower and turned on the water, waiting for the temperature to warm up a little. When I turned around, I nearly had a heart attack. Over the running water I hadn’t heard her open the door. Hadn’t I locked it? I guess not. She was standing there, pushing the door closed with her back. Her hands behind her. She wasn’t smiling. She was pissed I thought. She looked serious. I imagined all the ways she would kick me or use some crazy Thai Chi to knock me out. I deserved it probably. I’d done nothing but stare at her for weeks and imagine different ways of fucking her. Never once saying a word to her in real life. Oh yeah. And I was standing there naked on top of everything else. I tend to...shrink during and after a work out so I was honestly...more than embarrassed. She reached down and locked the door -- never once looking away from me. This was usually how the Penthouse Letters started...but of course my version of those letters would just be me getting my naked shrunken ass kicked. She took ...