I have been so busy lately that I haven't had time to hit the gym nearly as often as I'd like. Deciding that it couldn't hurt to lose a little sleep I leave work, run my errands, and hit a 24 hour gym near my house just as the sun sets. It is Monday and there is only one other vehicle in the parking lot, a bronze colored Jeep Cherokee. I park a few spots over and quickly gather up my small gym bag and purse. Locking my little f-150, I quickly stride into the building. In the foyer, I swipe my membership card and step through the door into the main gym area. There are a bunch of weight machines, stationary bikes, and other equipment. Doors off to the left lead to rooms set up for dance and aerobics. On the other side the doors lead to the locker rooms and the pool. That is my ultimate goal so I head for the women's locker room to change into my bathing suit. Stashing my clothes and other things in a locker and dropping the key on its beaded chain over my head.
The pool room is warm and steamy. I can feel my hair curling in the humidity so I quickly weave it into a thick coppery braid hanging down to my hips. I ease into the tepid water and begin my laps. I vary the strokes every few laps in order to work different groups of muscles. The first few laps are slow and easy, just warming up, and then I push hard and go as fast as I can for as long as I can handle. Rolling to my back, I swim a few slow laps while my heart rate gets back to normal. I watch the panels in the ceiling go by using them to keep my direction. Finally, deciding that I have been in the pool long enough, I reach the ladder and climb out, enjoying the slightly fatigued feeling in my muscles. I grab a towel and head back to the locker room, intent on rinsing the chlorine out of my hair. I don't see the large man watching me through the window into the main room.
I reach the lockers and grab my shampoo and conditioner, knowing that I will never get a brush through my hair again if I don't wash the chlorine out now. I strip off my suit and leave it draped over the bench by my locker, padding quickly to the showers wearing nothing but my locker key. Choosing a shower head in the far corner, I quickly lather, rinse, and condition my hair. While the conditioner soaks in I wash my body with a creamy scented body wash, lingering on my hard, slippery nipples and lower. I shake my head and quickly rinse both my hair and body knowing that it will do me no good to get all excited since I am going home to an empty house. I grab the towel and dry off, wrapping it around myself and heading back to the lockers.
Stashing my things in the locker, I grab my cocoa butter and sit down on the bench. It is cool against my naked skin where the towel doesn't quite cover. I unscrew the lid and dip out some of the creamy cocoa butter. I start with my toes and work my way up, my fingers sliding against smooth pale skin. Somewhere in a distant part of my mind I hear myself moan almost silently as my hands move higher. I massage the butter into every inch of skin below my neck, dropping the towel when it gets in my way. My nipples are hard and my skin gleams from the slightly greasy moisturizer. Closing my eyes, I slip my hand between my soft thighs and part the folds of my already wet pussy.