The sounds of metal weights clanking and pounding of feet upon treadmills that seems to be flying wildly out of control fills my ears, while the vague smell of sweat and stamina fills my nostrils as I sit in the lobby of the women's fitness center filling out a registration form.
I have decided that some of the "sagging parts" of my body needed to be "tightened up" due to inactivity during the winter months; at least before the summer beach season arrives. After registering, one of the physical trainers gives me a guided tour of the establishment.
We examine the free weights, exercise machines and medicine balls, then the aerobic fitness, shower, sauna and massage therapy rooms as we gradually tour the "state of the art" facility. She designs a workout regimen for me to follow and then recommends that I begin the following day.
The next morning, as my alarm clock goes off, I reluctantly awaken, shower, throw on some athletic clothes and ford out to the gym. I promptly arrive at the gym, greet my personal trainer and begin what seemed to be a long and rigorous journey to the sleek, fully toned body that I so richly deserve.
The weeks painstakingly pass by as everything becomes gradually easier and more fun to do, while my body and our friendship grows stronger and healthier with each passing day. We train together and pleasantly chat about everything while trying to keep each other determined and focused. Usually after my workout, I would spend some time in the sauna to just relax and attempt to ease my mind from the hectic schedule of work, exercise and playtime.
Sometimes, as I sit there with sweat just pouring off of me as if I was caught in a rainstorm, my eyes would slowly meander around the room as i gaze at all the different "body styles" of all the other women in the room.
It was amazing on the diversity of body types that varied from woman to woman. Some breasts were small and perky while some were large and taught, as towels that covered them seem to hang off their slightly erect nipples like coat hangers.
Occasionally, I would get a brief glimpse of their pubic area, only to see some of them neatly manicured while some were extremely hairy like a shag rug and some were even completely shaven like a newborn baby's bottom.
My thoughts and imagination begins to ponder ideas of what would it be like to make passionate love to another woman but have never got up enough courage to go through with it. Therefore, I rise and walk to the shower room to take a shower and then to the locker room to get dressed and leave the gym to get on with the rest of my day.
One day, after a very stressful week, I decide to schedule a late session with my trainer so that I can do my workout routine fairly easy because it's usually not that busy during the evening hours.
I promptly arrive at the gym, quickly change into my athletic clothes, and head out to the nautilus area. As we gradually meander from workout to workout, I could not help but noticing what seemed to be her almost painted on athletic bra and shorts as they outlined practically every curve and ripple of her fully toned body.
She cracks an admiring smile as she catches my inquisitive stare; occasionally meandering all over her sleek, muscular body and then softly asks me, "Do you like what u see?" I had to turn my head away to keep my trainer from seeing my cheeks blush every shade of red.
After a fulfilling workout, I walk to the locker room, remove my athletic clothes, wrap a towel around myself and then retire to the sauna for a while. Some time passes, then suddenly as the sauna door opens, my trainer walks into the room only wearing a towel tightly wrapped around her and sits next to me.
We pleasantly discuss my progress since I started my workout, set a few goals for the short-term future and then gradually meander into all sorts of various subjects as we sit and dehydrate while sweat gradually beads upon our skin.
As our conversation slowly progresses, I notice her eyes gradually moving up and down as if she was trying to see what was underneath my towel. I begin to feel a little uneasy yet curious on what her intentions might be.
