Her name was Stefani, she was a training advisor, and she was German.
That much I could tell that from the name badge she wore, with the picture of a German flag over in the corner.
And she was extremely pretty, beautiful in fact.
That much I could tell that by looking at her as she patiently filled in the form in front of her.
I watched as she filled in the answers I was giving her in her neat and tidy handwriting, my eyes drifting upwards from the paper to her face, and then downwards again.
Her blonde hair, though tied up in a pony tail high up on the back of her head, reached a long way down her back. With her hair, apart from a few loose strands, pulled back from her face, I could see just how beautiful her face was. Her eyes were blue, a deep glistening blue. Her nose was pert, with just a sprinkling of freckles, her mouth wide, her lips surprisingly full.
As my eyes drifted back down to the form, they paused at the open neck of her polo shirt, at the hint of her tanned breasts encased in her sports bra, at the hint of nipple against the white material.
"Sign here please," she told me, turning the form around to face me. It was the standard release form for guests at the hotel gym.
Her voice was husky, perhaps exaggerated by just a trace of an accent. She smiled at me for the first time, offering a glimpse of her perfectly white teeth.
I signed the form quickly, and spun it around, pushing it back across the counter to her.
"Thank you ... Simon," she said, pausing as she glanced down at my name on the form.
"No problem ... Stefani," I told her, grateful for her help, especially as when I had arrived she was about to close up.
She smiled that dazzling white smile again, and then turned to reach down a towel for me from the row of shelves behind her. I saw for the first time that she was wearing shorts, black and white checked shorts that were slung low on her waist and which barely reached beyond the soft curves of her ass.
As she reached up for my towel, as she seemed to reach up to a higher shelf than she perhaps needed to have done, my eyes wandered again, taking in how shapely her legs were. As she reached higher, her shorts tightened across her perfect ass. My eyes followed them as they rose up her legs slightly to reveal an arc of paler, softer flesh on one side.
Was it my imagination, or did she pause then, just for a second, perhaps knowing exactly where I as looking?
"I'm afraid we do close soon," she reminded me as she turned, and put the towel in front of me, "but I wouldn't mind a few minutes in the gym after I've locked up, if you don't mind me joining you."
I smiled and nodded in agreement, before heading for the changing rooms that Stefani had already pointed out. I undressed quickly, catching sight of myself in the mirror as I stood naked. At twenty eight, I still looked pretty good – even if my tan could do with a bit of a top up, which was one of reasons I was there, in Fuerteventura.
The other reason was that I needed a break, to unwind for a week or two – and this was what the travel agents had come up with at short notice. The only problem so far was that the flight had turned into a long delayed saga, so I'd turned up at the hotel hours late, which was why I was now in the hotel gym, just as it was about to close, hoping to get a few minutes on the machines to help me unwind.
I pulled my gym clothes on quickly, and headed back out. Stefani was already in the gym, working on one of the exercise bikes that stood in two rows along one side of the room. I joined her, climbing onto the bike opposite her and quickly making some changes to the settings. A few minutes later I could feel the tension being washed out of me as sweat began to pour from my body as I worked my muscles hard.
My tee shirt was soon clinging to me. Glancing up, I watched Stefani for a moment. Her shorts had ridden up, and I could see the taut muscles of her suntanned legs, the damp patches on her polo shirt. I took in the way her shirt now clung to her, hugging her breasts, the line of perspiration along her top lip.
She looked up and smiled, catching me looking at her intently. I looked down, fiddling with the settings again, suddenly nervous, conscious of her eyes on me. I shook my head, laughing silently at myself, at my sudden nervy shyness. I looked over at Stefani again as I heard her exercise bike slowing down. She eased to a stop as I watched her for a few moments.
Her chest was rising and falling as she caught her breath, her face flushed and damp with perspiration. She looked at me openly, her eyes raking over my face, then lower. I watched as she walked across the gym towards a matted area. Her shorts had ridden up, leaving part of a pale creamy cheek showing. I felt my cock lurch in my shorts as I watched her ass rocking from side to side. She did a few stretches, then grabbed a towel and wiped her face.
"I'm done now," she called across to me, "but I don't mind waiting if you want a bit longer."
"No," I told her hurriedly, "It's okay – a quick shower and I'll be out of your way."
