It really did start out being another typical workout at the gym. I had an extremely hectic day at work so when I got home, I quickly peeled out of my work clothes and into my workout clothes. Some days I'll put a little extra effort into what I wear. Maybe a pair of tighter shorter shorts or maybe a shirt that's just a wee bit smaller than the others.
I've worked really hard to achieve a relatively hard body for a forty-something woman . 5'6'', thin, long legs, perky B cup breasts, wavy brunette hair. When you add in intelligence and charm, not a bad package.
That particular day I chose black shorts paired with a T-shirt proudly bearing my college Alma mater. OK, maybe this shirt was a little tighter than some and I guess one could definitely make out a nipple or two if they were so inclined. Anyway, at the last minute I threw a bathing suit and towel in my bag so I had the option to take a steam after wards. This proved to be a life altering decision.
I got to the gym, hopped on my favorite cardio machine, popped in my earphones, cranked up my workout music, then started that 45 minutes of pleasure we all call exercise. To pass the time, it's always fun for me to take inventory of who is at the gym .
I certainly have my favorites. There is football guy. He's way way too young for me, tall, broad shoulders, and great smile. What I would give to run my hands over his chest just once . There is treadmill guy....also too young (maybe Mrs. Robinson had the right idea....women do live longer, right?) The way the tattoo on his bicep looks when he's running. What would it feel like to be wrapped up in those arms?
There are even a few men closer to my own age who have nicely proved to be no guilt eye candy. There is chin up guy. Actually his name is Ray. He's a sales rep who I spot now and then at work. He looks effortless and amazing as he pulls his sinewy frame over the bar. What could I do to him if all of the sudden his hands were tied to the bar? Easy access for sure. Oh how my mind could wander.
This activity plus my favorite music playing in my ear was all I needed for a very satisfying workout experience. This was also on more than one occasion "inspiration" for fantasy time when I got home.
That particular night another workout junkie caught my eye. It surprised me because the utter strengh it took to accomplish this move. Wow! I was like nothing else I had seen before. Lunges across the weight room with at least 45 pound weights in each hand.
It was one of those chemistry moments that take you totally off guard. My reaction shocked me because unlike the other subjects of my gym thoughts this was a woman. A super fit, tan, blond woman.
What was I thinking!? I'm not attracted to women. I've never kissed a woman. In the limited porn I've watched, girl on girl did nothing for me, but her.....she had a body like I had never noticed or appreciated on another woman before. She was so strong . I assumed along with this came confidence and who knows, an adventurous spirit?
What would it feel like to touch her legs, her stomach, her arms, her breasts? Do you think it's true what they say? Can a woman give more satisfying oral sex to another woman because they know how it feels?
"OK ,stop Anna." My mind was going places where it had never gone before....back to checking out my guys.
"Focus Anna, focus." I thought to myself.
"What was Ray doing now?" "Oh there he is doing squats." "Nice." "Great legs." "I bet it would feel heavenly to be between those legs," I kept saying to myself. After 45 minutes of cardio, a half hour in the weight room, and several unnerving thoughts later, I knew a steam bath was in order. I headed down to the locker room, changed into my pink tankini, took a couple seconds to give myself a once over in the mirroe, did a quick hair flip then headed for the steam room.
During my pre steam shower, I noticed that the window was fogged over so I knew that only meant one thing....I wouldn't be alone. I said a quick prayer that it wouldn't be an old fat guy with a hairy back and stepped in.
The heat hits you immediately. It's strong, intense, and inviting. I took a quick seat then subtly tried to see who I was sharing the room with.
"Hey Anna, is that you?"
I looked up and it was Ray sitting at the other end of the bench.
"It's hard to see in here," he said as he squinted looking down my direction of the bench. "Wave if it's you."
"Cute," I thought to myself. He's got amazing shoulders AND he's clever. Nice combo.
"Yep, it's me," I replied.
"Is that you Rob?" I said coyly, knowing full well it was Ray. One can't seem to interested, right? Isn't that what Dear Abbey and Oprah say?
"It's Ray from work," he said. "I call on your office every other Thursday."
"Oh my gosh, Ray...I'm so sorry," I said apologetically.
We sat there quietly for a minute or so. I casually tried to glance over at him to gain a peek at his really fit body. Seeing Ray shirtless is definitely inspiring if you know what I mean.
