Who in the hell makes these gym playlists? Boogie Nights is not the 'get you pumped' music I need at three in the morning, while lifting. Guess that's what I get for forgetting my headphones, at least the gym is empty.
Most people think I'm crazy for waking up this early to work out, but an empty gym is a blessing. No one around to complain about dropped weights or to take a machine. But most of all, no one is around to stop me and ask how to grow bigger muscles or what diet to go on. Just open space and apparently very annoying music.
As I was setting up my last set, on the bench, I heard the door open. In walks a woman who looks clipped straight from a fitness article. I've seen her before of course. She's on the smaller side, but strong. Her black yoga pants reveal her powerful thighs with every step. She looks my way and gives a friendly smile, I give a salute with my water bottle before stacking more weight.
Listen, I come to the gym to workout, not socialize, but damn I can't keep that woman off my mind most sessions. Everytime, it seems, I look in the mirror or re-rack weights, she's bent over working out or stretching. My cock swelled at the thought of bending her over the preacher bench.
I have to focus, keep my head on the lift and not buried in between her thighs. As I pushed my last set, the bar hanging over my sweaty face, I heard her grunt and out of nowhere I was thankful I didn't have my headphones this day.
"Oh fuck!" I hear her yell from the squat rack. She has an impressive amount of weight stacked on, but seems to be stuck mid squat. Rushing over, I positioned myself right behind her.
"You got this, push push push." I encourage her whilst gently pushing at her elbows, slowly and painfully she rose. Her ass slides up my thighs and over my semi hard cock for a second before I back up. She groans, taking two steps forward and racking the bar.
