First-hand accounts at the Gym

A sigh of fresh air streams through the front entrance. Everybody's a little tired, even the ones just arriving. A newcomer sidles by the desk expecting his signature on the form to fill out, but it's all gone digital now. And there's Marge on the treadmills working off yesterday's carbs; you go girl! A transient little community, gone within the hour blocked off on their schedule. An ambrosia to a healthy body, all yours; at the Gym!

The break-up was still fresh on his mind. Jarden, head-hung and in low spirits found it impossible to retain his optimism after a reeling encounter with his ex just hours before. A fight he thought could have been avoided, just like he avoided the immediate fallout of their previous relationship's implosion. Working out -- it was something that helped him get his mind off things, briefly. A sort of autopilot, a routine that had started denting his wallet with the fees to a gym membership he'd been relying on in recent weeks. It helped; it helped; as much as it does to forget for the span of thirty minutes.

Simply looking around the gym though, he was reminded of that unseemly turn of affairs through similar relation. A woman, dark hair, fair skin, she wore a black tank top with grey yoga sweats - Jarden watched her from his settled corner of the 14K Minute Fitness, between the shiny metal bits from the weight lifts and the dancing legs on the treadmills. This woman that he picked randomly from across the room brought forth old memories of his relationship with Nina for some reason. She was a beauty, slim frame, yet could probably lift him judging the size of her forearms... big ass, noticing through no fault of his own as her instructor dug balls-deep into her cavity. Jarden had made the decision to avoid trainers at all costs during the trial run on his membership, not wanting to embarrass himself, or make a scene on the off-chance one of Nina's friends fall through the ceiling. It was a lose-lose situation, as every evening when he glanced into the mirror, he would hardly acknowledge any progress made. Doomed for the waste bin, it seems, in contrast to this other woman whom, by the looks of it, was glowing.

Now, Jarden isn't one to ogle strange women in the middle of their exercises, merely drawn in by the unorthodox approach her and her instructor are going at. She wraps her legs around the man, and in a moment flat is pulled off of the exercise ball, now up against the wall panting and groaning - must be those thigh muscles acting up. He's not surprised to look around and find nearly half of the gym's patrons were glancing up from their sets, runs, and squats, eyeing the woman intently, the squelching of each thrust just barely audible to the entire room. The woman remained cognizant, every slower tempo matched with faster insistence. Her pussy practically dripping the calories they'd just burned - but in a hot way. Jarden chastened himself as he was beginning to think having an instructor might be a good idea, (a female one), unable to reconcile how little he'd been shaving off during his weeks in the making. The two of them made it look fun.

The yelps of euphoria rang throughout the open floor plan, leading some to suspect their session was wrapping up soon. The woman throws her head back reminiscent to those raunchy movies from the eighties, and in all honesty, was making things almost pornographic the way she acted, swinging her head and biting her lip; no need to make things awkward, now. The man seizes in place, pulling the woman in close as he unloads inside her. She cries out, gasps, squinching her eyes closed as it happens. They fall to the floor, the man supporting himself on the exercise ball with an off-hand, afterwards guiding his partner to the mat below. The woman looks spent, rightfully so after that workout!