I have been going to the same small gym for a few years. Last year, the owners hired a new very pretty front desk girl. Jennifer is absolutely stunningly gorgeous with a beautiful Mediterranean look, with dark smoldering eyes, a strikingly pretty face that is perfectly framed with long flowing black hair. At 5' 4", Jennifer is petite in stature but her curves are breathtaking. Her curvy body is topped with an amazing set of breasts that somehow defy gravity in the most beautiful way. Her breasts are probably only a C cup, but perched on her petite frame they always look enormous.
It doesn't help that Jennifer usually wears form fitting tights and exercise tops that shows her body off to perfection. I am so mesmerized when she is near, that it makes it difficult for me to workout at times. I am always trying to steal a glance at that amazing body. I avoided talking to her for the longest time, because I was so enthralled and awe struck and assumed I would fubble any words I tried to say. I also assumed that pretty young girls don't want the attention of someone older like me, but was I very wrong about this.
Last summer, I arrived at the gym to find everyone milling around someone that was hurt. Jennifer was lying on her back on the floor and looked to be in some pain. She had tripped on one of the machines, gone down heavily, and landed on her back.
There wasn't much we could do to help. Jennifer just asked if someone could drive her home. Mike, the gym owner, offered to drive Jennifer home between his training clients, but that was not going to be for a couple of hours. I offered to drive her home now, since my trainer had just canceled at the last minute. Mike thanked me and we both carefully helped Jennifer out to my car. Jennifer lived quite close, but was in no condition to walk home.
I drove to her place and with some difficulty, I got her out of the car and with some difficulty got up to her apartment. She was having trouble walking with all the pain, so she clung tightly to me at times. I got her into her apartment, I got her shoes off, and carefully got her laying down in her bed.
She smiled up at me from her bed and said warmly, "Thank You".
I went and got her a couple of Advils and a big glass of water.
"Here is my number, if you need anything," I offered and left.
I didn't see her at the gym for a few weeks. When Jennifer did come back, she said her back was slowly getting better and she thanked me profusely for my kindness of driving her home and putting her to bed the day of her accident.
With that, the ice was broken, after that we talked a lot whenever I was in the gym. I found out she was a Kinesiology student at the local college and worked at the gym a few mornings a week. We talked about her courses, the news, our lives, and her plans after graduation.
It was nice getting to know her, but I still struggled not to openly stare when she wore those tight form fitting outfits. One day, one of her outrageously brief outfits drove me completely to distraction. She wore a thin almost sheer top that must have been bought at a lingerie store. It clung tightly to every curve of her beautiful breasts, her nipples stood proudly out visible through the sheer fabric, and you could even see the wonderful bumpiness of her areolas. I did my normal fairly unsuccessful attempts not to stare, but she kept catching my gaze and when I looked away guiltily, she would smile and I would swear, push her chest even out a bit more. What I didn't realize was she had checked the schedule before she decided what to wear and knew we would be the only two in the gym all morning.
Over the next few months, Jennifer got a bit more brazen and would seductively bend over near me to show me her wonderful cleavage, parade by swinging her hips, and generally put on a bit of a show when she was near me. Once after bending forward to talk to me with a gaping top, she leaned in and whispered with her eyes twinkling naughtily, "Do you like the show, it's for you".
Jennifer smiled and turned and made her way back to the front desk and glanced over her shoulder as if she must have felt my gaze on her tight ass as she walked away. I was at a loss for words and continued to stare in disbelief that such a young gorgeous girl was hitting on me.
The first storm of the winter a few weeks later, helped us take things to the next level.
It had started to snow heavily during the night. Snow was quickly accumulating and bringing the city to a complete stand still. In the morning, the snow was still coming down hard and fast, in great clumps. Driving was out of the question, so I got winter suited up and trudged over to the gym to hopefully meet my trainer Rachel. As I got to the gym, Jennifer was outside locking the front door.
She turned and told me, "Everything is shutting down. The gym is closed. Buses aren't running. My school is canceled".
"OK, I guess I will just go back home," I replied, turning to begin walking home through the falling snow.
"Why don't I take you out for a coffee, to thank you for driving me home the day of my accident?" she suggested.
"Sure, that would be nice," I replied, turning back to her and smiling.
We headed down the street together to the local coffee shop, only to find the owner locking up the shop's front door before heading home himself. We looked at each other and shrugged.
Then Jennifer suggested,
"Why don't we go back to my place for a coffee, since it is just around the corner".
She had a tiny little smile on her lips and I could see the wheels turning but I didn't know what she was up to. I quickly agreed and we trudged over to her place on the snow ladened sidewalks.
Once inside her apartment building, we both stopped for a moment to enjoy the warmth of being indoors out of the falling snow. We then spent some time carefully getting our snowy boots off and leaving them in the hallway outside her apartment door. We then took off all those wet winter layers. She disappeared down her apartment hallway with our coats and hats and gloves and scarves.
Eventually, she came back out and we both headed into the kitchen. She spent a few minutes working her way around the kitchen making a pot of coffee. She poured us both a cup. We sat at the end of the table, our knees almost touching. Conversation flowed easily and we talked for at least an hour over multiple cups of coffee.
Jennifer then announced, "I want to get out of these work clothes, they are still a bit wet". She disappeared down the hall and reappeared a few minutes later. My jaw just about hit the floor. Her jeans and baggy sweater had been replaced with a very short red silk robe that clung tightly to every beautiful curve of her body.
She sat back down and continued to drink her coffee, like nothing had changed. I was at a bit of a loss for words. I was mesmerized by seeing the beautiful curves of her body with her nipples standing proudly out, and seeing a delicious set of legs for the first time.
She leaned forward with her robe gapping open exposing even more her beautiful breasts and said,
