Let me tell you a story.
A few years ago I had just moved to this little town. I was excited and also a little scared. It was known around town by many women claiming that a guy gave them a night they would never forget, but never elaborated on their story. The man is a firefighter with the local fire brigade. He is around 6ft 1", spiky blond hair, very well muscled and a well defined body and athletic legs. Not to mention his well endowed manhood.
I didn't know anyone and the only thing I could think to keep myself sane was join the local gym. Myself – 5ft 9", shoulder length blond hair with a hint of copper through it, long legs and arms and a pretty good looking ass, if I do say so myself.
It was late one Thursday night, and as usual, I was at the local gym working out. I decided to try the rowing machine and jumped off the treadmill and positioned myself on the machine, bringing the cord with the little flat hand between it up under my chin and held it there with my knees bent while I adjusted my headphones in my ears.
I was humming along to the music blaring through my ears and was so caught up in the moment that I let the pulley go that I was holding onto and it flicked my leg which then started to bleed. The cut from the pulley and the sweat from my body that was dripping into it, the area around my gym wound was bleeding. I let out a little "eek!" as I touched it gingerly, the music still blearing in my ears.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him. He had jumped off the weight machine and was at my aide before I had enough time to get off my own machine. I couldn't see him properly as he stood beneath a bright fluorescent light. He bent down and took my blaring headphones off and asked "Are you ok?"
I think I almost fainted. He was beautiful. "Uhhuh" I think I replied.
He extended his hand and I accepted as he helped me up from the machine. I had to rest against his shoulder as both my legs were a bit weak from my routine. He told me that he would help me get cleaned up. I thought he was an instructor of some sort, as his muscles rippled under a fine sheer of perspiration. Just looking at him turned my insides out.
He led me to the girls change rooms and then to a large shower cubicle at the far end of the room. I was the only girl left at the gym by that time and there were only guys on the front counter, so I was sure no one would come in. He sat me on the bench in the cubicle and took off my shoe and then seductively, my sock.
"How does that feel now?" he asked massaging my foot.
"Uh, mmmmmmm okay" I breathed as I let my head rest against the wall of the cubicle.
