I had just moved to the City with a work transfer from a more rural area. I worked in the Oil Industry, a hard worker that devoted way too much time to work. I was keen to take advantage of the opportunity to move up in the Company so gladly accepted the new position, even though it meant leaving all my friends and family behind.
I had just settled into my new apartment and the City, work was casual so far but still requiring a lot of hours. I decided to join a gym such that I could keep in shape and would have something to do rather than the bar scene after work. I have never really been an outgoing type of person. Most of my friends had either been from my school years or guys I met through work,...this move to a strange City where I knew no one was proving to be a lonely transition.
I started going to the gym in the evening after work. Some days the place was busy while other days it was very quiet. I enjoyed the workouts, alternating between upper and lower body workouts one odd and even days. I put enough effort into it that I would get a good sweat going, enough so that I required a shower before heading home or out for dinner. Living by myself I soon found it a routine to shower and then go out for a dinner, then home early and off to bed early for work the next day.
I slowly became cognizant of the regulars that shared my same work out time. Some patrons obviously had known acquaintances and chatted briefly while others remained distant in their own worlds. I also discovered how sexy the whole gym environment was, mostly in shape people... working, flexing muscles, sweating... it was invigorating in a sexual way, somewhat arousing. I was surprised when I found myself paying more attention to the guys working out than the gals.
