It's been a long day - too many projects, too much work. You decide to hit the gym even though it's late; you just need to relieve some stress. You're in such a hurry you barely pay attention to what you pull on--grabbing a thin white tank top and your favorite yoga pants, skipping a bra and panties entirely because it's late, you're rushing, and you figure no one will even notice. The cool fabric against your bare skin feels casual and comfortable as you rush out the door. At the gym, you put your earbuds in, streaming your favorite playlist from Spotify, and tune out everyone else around you. This is your time to unwind.
As you start your workout, the thin white tank top quickly dampens with sweat, making the fabric slightly see-through and clinging noticeably to your skin, clearly outlining your fully erect nipples. You become aware of how exposed you are, but shrug it off since the gym seems nearly empty at this hour. You move on to bent-over dumbbell rows, standing in front of the mirrors. As you bend forward deeply, pulling the weights toward your hips, you glance up and notice your yoga pants stretching thin, clearly outlining the curves of your vagina due to the absence of panties. You pause momentarily, noticing just how visible you are. You briefly consider adjusting yourself, but decide it's late, you're tired, and nobody would probably even notice at this hour, so you continue your workout, indifferent.
Halfway through your sets, something catches your eye--or someone, really. He's new; you've never seen him here before. You watch him move through the free weights, his tight shirt showing off muscles that clearly come from regular gym visits. A sudden thought hits you--he was in the perfect spot earlier to see exactly how exposed you were. OMG, what must he think of you? Your face flushes slightly, realizing he probably had a full view, yet he seems casual, almost indifferent. Your nipples involuntarily harden even further beneath your already damp top, betraying your excitement. He finishes his set, casually wiping sweat off his forehead, and starts walking toward you. Your heart rate picks up slightly as you openly stare, too intrigued to bother hiding your curiosity.
He looks over, catching your gaze, and gives you a playful smile. You feel a slight blush rise in your cheeks, but you don't turn away. His eyes flick down, briefly lingering on your exposed chest, clearly noticing your excitement. He grabs his water bottle, takes a casual sip, then heads toward the locker room. You feel a rush of anticipation but remind yourself it's late, and you should head home soon.
