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It’s just another workout at the gym. Will tonight prove to be the same old routine?
My schedule has been haywire lately. I am usually here long before sunrise but today it’s almost 9:00 pm at Power Gym. I just couldn’t make it in until an hour ago and, for me, it is never a good day unless there is a workout in there somewhere.
It is nearing the end of my program, just one more set of lat pull downs and then off to the bench and I’m out. As the last reps are being completed I am invited into a conversation nearby by a couple of the staff members. Not officially invited, mind you, but I can concentrate on little else. Dawn, a beautifully fit brunette, is chatting with Chrissy, the woman with the equally model-like good looks and long blond hair. As they are wrapping it up I hear Dawn say, “I just need to get off, I’m so horny today!” With that, she leaves her associate and heads toward another part of the weight room.
“Damn!” I say inside my head as I see her luscious ass casually walk in front of me, raising my already elevated heart rate. “I’d sure love to tap that!”
“Yeah right. Mike, you are such a poser. You act like you are some sex machine and your own wife never even wants you,” I think to myself. And you know, I’m right. We’ve been married for over 25 years now and my sex life sucks. If I was so great in bed I wouldn’t be stroking off alone in bed almost every night while she is out in the living room watching TV.
I am your typical gym rat. I can’t seem to get enough. If I am not playing basketball or racquetball, you’ll find me on a bike or treadmill. If not there, then look to the weight room and you’ll find me there. I also spend a lot of time enjoying the great outdoors.
I’m not used to lifting this late and I am tired. The previous set, eight at 175, just about did me in. I am about to do my final set on the bench, six reps at 185. I am ‘visualizing’ getting it done while lying on the bench. “You can do this!” I am saying to myself, but am unconvinced.
Just then the beauty approaches, Dawn, the stunning brunette. She walks up near the bench and is looking down at me while I try to concentrate. It is a losing battle, I can’t help but notice her. I can actually feel her presence. She smells divine. It’s a mixture of her natural feminine scent and the sexy glow of an athletic woman who has been working out. I love it. I look into her eyes as I sit up and say hello.
She is standing, arms folded, lean muscles unintentionally flexing from underneath her gathered Power Gym athletic shirt. In her black skin tight volleyball shorts she looks so damn sexy. There is something about a woman in form-fitting gear. You know what I mean. The beautiful, shapely thighs narrowing a little as they rise to meet her core. As they taper into her lovely crotch, it leaves a horizontal shelf, an inch or two wide, where her clothes meet her encased womanhood. There may be nothing on a woman that is any sexier to me. And there she stands before me.
Her beauty is absolutely striking! Straight brown hair gathered in a ponytail, big green eyes, tan, and the curves of an extremely fit woman. She looks like she could run an Ironman competition tomorrow. However, unlike the typical runner, she has some well-placed, scrumptiously appointed meat on her. Her breasts jut out firm and high, I’m guessing a full 36 or 37 C. Her torso is ripped – maybe even a six pack – and she has lean yet lightly muscled arms and calves. I love her big muscular thighs and big, round athletic ass. She is the epitome of perfection to me. As she stands silently by my side she is screaming the word ‘sexy.’
We introduce ourselves, shake gloved hands and make some small talk for a minute or two.
“Yeah I have seen you around Mike, but aren’t you normally here in the morning with all of the basketball guys?” she says, etc., etc.
“I hear a lot of people talk about you Dawn. Both men and women think you’re the best personal trainer here,” I say, etc., etc.
We seem to hit it off pretty well. She is not only gorgeous, she is also really sweet. In my experience that’s a very rare combination.
“You’re starting to get pumped Mike. You’ve made quite a bit of progress and are looking very good! Would you like me to spot you?” she asks.
“Sure, that would be great,” I say, before hearing a loud voice bellow from across the giant room.
“Dawn, the men’s locker room is clear. I am heading out and will lock the front door. Chrissy is checking the ladies’ room now and then taking off too. You and our guest there are all that’s left in the house. Have a great night!”
“Will do James. See you tomorrow!”
She stands above my head as I lay back down. We place our hands on the bar in unison.
“How much is this?”
“215”
She steps up on the lower horizontal bar at the base of the bench, rising up about a foot and now closer to my head, actually above it. “I‘m going to need to get a better grip, that’s a lot of weight for me,” she says. That makes sense. I figure she might have 120 pounds on her sumptuous 5’ 5” frame.
As I again focus on the bar above me, my eyes take me once again to her gorgeous thighs – they are touching the top of my head – and her ever-so-pleasing shorts. Did I say she was perfect? I can’t put words to the thoughts I’m thinking. As I gaze upon her, I can sense that my breathing has quickened and, damn it, I am getting hard.
“Night Dawn, I’m outta here!” yells Chrissy from across the room with a wave.
“See ya! Be sure and lock up when you leave.”
“Concentrate Mike,” I am thinking as I say “Okay” to warn her and I begin to raise the bar. As I do she grabs the bar and lowers her body over me a little bit more to gain some leverage, helping me to get the bar up.
The first three go well but as I begin to lower the bar on the fourth rep, I can sense that I am struggling. She readies herself all the more by squatting down closer to me, her legs on both sides of my head now. She is in perfect position should she anticipate that I might need some help. Her scent and her closeness and her beauty are proving to be a bit overwhelming to me. I can tell that I am breathing deeper still and that my heart rate continues to rise.
“I am toast,” I think to myself. There is no way I am going to get this up.
I must have been thinking out loud or something, cause the next words from her mouth were, “Come on Mike, you can do it!” Incredulously, with her encouragement, I did.
I got number five up too, mainly due to the inspiration hovering above me. I often play mind games, self-talk kind of stuff, just to get me pumped and primed to succeed.
“There is no way she’s going to want me if I don’t get this damn bar up,” I think to myself. But my fantasy is causing a little problem. Much to my dismay, I have a growing erection in my shorts. I am now at full staff and am hoping she isn’t noticing it… NOT!
“Wow, you’re really getting pumped now!” she said with a wicked little giggle and a gleam in her eyes.
Now I am embarrassed, and it shows. Whenever I get embarrassed my face gets a quizzical look on it and it immediately turns beet red.
“Don’t be embarrassed honey,” she says nonchalantly, “I often have that effect on men. I like it. So, come on now, get it up! Well, you know what I mean,” she says once again with that wicked smile.
It was now or never. I quickly lower the bar across my nipples and then begin to power it up. However, with all of the excitement, and the blood transfer from my pecs, arms and shoulders to my engorged cock, it just isn’t happening. Dawn bends down even lower and together we muscle it up and put it back onto the rack.
“Good job Mike, you did great!”
“Yeah right, without you it would be crushing my chest right now. Thanks for your help. I’m a little bummed. I normally get that up.”
“Don’t worry honey, you did get it up!” and with a grin on her face she points to the bulge in my shorts.
We both break out into hearty laughter.
“Say, I need to close up, are you finished?”
I nodded in the affirmative.
“Do you have time to take hop in the spa with me? I need some hot jets on my body right about now.”
“Sure that would be great.”
“Okay. So shower yourself off and then meet me at the spa. I am going to do the same. See in a few!”
Wow! What a great way to end the day, spending some time with my new friend. I walk in front of her and head towards the men’s locker room.
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