1. A Workout After Working Out


    Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: bad_mann_ers, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    Some people go to the gym to check out the beautiful people. Some people go to the gym to become beautiful people. I go to the gym so I can maintain my soda habit and not have to buy new clothes. I suppose that working out is good for me, but the sugar and carbonation offset the benefits. I guess I could be exaggerating a bit. I am six feet tall and only fifteen pounds heavier then would be ideal. I enjoy working out, and I am in pretty good shape for a guy of fifty. My wife likes me without reservation. She has seen me in better shape, and in worse. I like the gym that I joined. It has nationwide membership for the times that I travel. The people that use it are mostly normal people. I can show up, say hi, work out, and leave. No one cares if anyone else is lifting big or small weights. No one cares if anyone else was there once or fourteen times last week. We are all friendly, but we all do our thing and leave. Like any good gym, there is a non-harassment policy, but I don't think they have ever had to enforce it. Well, that's not one hundred percent true. I used to have a workout partner. One time she looked over my shoulder and her eyebrows shot up. She used her eyes to make me look, and I couldn't stop myself. There was a woman behind me doing jumping jacks. Her sports bra was not up to the task of supporting her magnificent succulent I-want-to-touch-and-taste-them breasts. The woman caught me looking and glared at me. The next day, the manager gave me a look and then ...
    pointed to the poster with the policy. Enough was said, and things were back to normal. By the way, my workout partner moved, and so I work out alone. It takes longer to work out with a partner, but the time goes by faster. If you're ever in the area, and you want to hang with me at the gym, just let me know. The other day, I was doing my own thing at the gym, pretty much ignoring the people around me. I was using the butterfly machine when something caught my eye. The machine faces the door to a utility closet where some of the employees store their stuff. The door was open because the woman who does janitorial work was putting her stuff away. I really wasn't even paying attention to her as she finished. I wasn't even looking at her as she stepped in front of a little mirror and she checked her appearance as she prepared to leave. What caught my attention was when she reached under her shirt and adjusted her bra strap. Even that didn't really catch my attention. When she smoothed down her shirt and then checked her own bust line in the mirror, she had my attention. You can probably guess that I am a sucker for well formed breasts. Of course, she was completely unaware that I was sitting there. She ignores us in a friendly way, just like we ignore each other. Maybe it was natural instinct or maybe her eyes caught something in the way I froze with the weights lifted. With her bust still lifted, her eyes turned and met mine. I don't know if she was shocked at herself for doing ...
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