I just finished a heavy workout, a full on aerobics class. Its late - about 10pm and I stupidly parked my car in the supermarket garage which closes at 10:15pm. No time to shower or change. I grab my tog bag and run out to get to the garage across the road from the gym.
I am wearing only a pair of short tight Lycra bike pants in blue/green and matching crop top {email me for a picture of me like this at my gym}.I open my tog bag to pull on a sweater so as not to run around in public like this but I must have left the sweater in my car. I am still sweaty from gym. My hair is tied up in a ponytail and my shorts and top are damp from sweat. I really pushed myself this evening. I look at myself in the mirror of the supermarket elevator. I have got the v shaped sweat marks between my breasts and then the sweat marks in my bike shorts tracking the shape of my g-string. My legs are soaked. I notice sweat beads running down my thighs and shins. My face is red and strands of loose wet hair have fallen out my ponytail.
The elevator has reached the garage level where my car is parked. Itβs 10:10pm. I run to my car open my boot and throw my tog bag into the boot. SHIT! I just put my car keys and wallet into the boot too. I panic. What am I going to do? I won't get a locksmith in time to break into my car before the garage closes. SHIT!. I realise that my apartment keys are in there too and my flat mate is on vacation. Nobody else has copies of these keys. Why didn't I give a copy to one of my friends?
The only one I know in this area is my friend David. He lives about 3 blocks away in a tall high rise apartment block. But, I can't go to him, as we haven't spoken in about a year. His girlfriend, Jamie, hates me. We never did get along. Since they started going out seriously about 2 years ago our friendship dwindled.
A man in grey is approaching me. "Lady, the garage close now you will have to move your car our right away!". I explain my story. He tells me that he can't do anything other than call me a taxi. I thank him but ask him instead to use his phone. I am told he has not got a phone that can call out, but there is one in the supermarket. I walk over to it and displayed on it is black capitals is OUT OF ORDER. Someone has something against me.
I walk out the supermarket feeling a bit exposed wearing only my purple tight shorts and a white tight top, which shows a lot of cleavage and is very revealing. I decide to go back to the gym to call a friend. The gym has closed. The lights are off. I start to panic now. What is I am raped - there is nobody around? I decide to walk to David's apartment. I ring flat 1205. His voice answers" who is there".
"David, its me Rach, I have locked my car keys in my car at the gym can you let me up".
The door buzzes and I click it open. In the elevator I push level 12. I turn around and look in the mirror and try straightening my hair and I rub the sweat off my forehead and wipe in into my bike shorts. My stomach is also wet from sweat. What a sight I must be!
I ring the door and David opens the door and says smiling "what a surprise". He ha no shirt on and is wearing a pair of silky boxer pajama bottoms. He still looks as sexy as ever. I enter and start explaining my story. As I walk in Jamie arrives to see who is there. She is wearing only a white gown. I think I may have disturbed them. She does not look very happy at all.
She listened to my story and is probably wishing I was not there and would go away already. I notice that David is staring at my breasts. The crop top is its far too open and really only meant for gym, and my shorts are pulling right into me. The outline of my g-string is showing through in front with the matching sweat line.