I take my final thrust on the rowing machine and settle down for a rest.
My heart rate settles as I wipe the sweat off my forehead. The sound of clanging weights is crescendoed by loud and powerful grunts. On the other side of the room is a beautiful redheaded woman doing dips on the pull up machine. Much like the other members she’s older then me, perhaps in her 40’s. But without a doubt in the best shape of her life. Her shouts reverberate off the walls of the gym, a fierce war cry that could wake the dead. The grunts are like a crash of thunder, her source of power. Sweat trickles down her freckled skin as subtle muscles ripple up and down her arms. Her wide hips sway in time with her ascent and descent. She gives one last heave before letting go, dropping down to the ground below. The smell of sweat fills the air as each she pushes through each rep. I move closer to the weight rack to do bicep curls— I can’t help myself but continue to watch her. She ties up her long red hair into a tight bun, exposing her smooth under arms—my heart flutters. She moves toward the squat rack and catches me staring; we exchange a long glance. I smile at her and she returns it with an equally warm smile.“You’re gonna need a spotter for those,” I joke. “you just want to keep on staring at me” she snipes back. I blush and blurt out, “I’d like to do more than just look.”She laughs and says, “Oh? And what might that be? ” I feel my cheeks burning from embarrassment as I think of what I was going to say. Instead I say, “Something about you makes me want to play with myself.” ” She laughs and says, “Well I guess that’s one way to get a spotter.” We exchange more flirting and end up on the floor doing press ups. As we work our way up she teases me, running her fingers along my chest and down my arms. My hardon rises through my gym shorts, clearly visible. She teases me about it, saying, “It’s so big it needs its own spotter. ” I groan and pull my hips back, trying to control my boner. But she sees it and her eyes light up like she found a long lost friend.She teases me some more and I can’t help but laugh. I push myself up and she pulls me back down again.
THE END?
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