He gets distracted.

Author's note: I'm so glad that so many of you have been enjoying my story, I'll be adding as many chapters per week as I can manage but I do have a day job as well. Please leave a comment if there is anything that you like, or anything you'd specifically like to see Jake get up to.

I stepped off the train and began my walk home. It was only 1:00pm so I didn’t feel any particular need to rush. I walked around the streets nearby, finding a strip of businesses that I had never noticed before.

There was a minimart and a launderette, and, on the corner, a gym. The fat I saw on my hips jumped into my mind and I made a promise to myself that today would be the day that I started doing something about it. Walking towards the entrance to the building I looked through the large glass windows that dominated the front of the business.

I saw muscled men working hard on their bodies, pumping weights rhythmically as sweat dripped off of their forms. I also saw the gym bunnies, astoundingly beautiful women stretched sinuously in front of me, almost oblivious to my presence. One, a red head, locked eyes with me and grinned, offering me a sultry smile as she took a pose that I assumed must be some form of Yoga.

I hurried my pace, entering the building and approaching the reception area. The desk was unmanned, but a metal bell on the counter had a sign reading: ‘Ring Me for Assistance’.

I pressed the bell two times and waited. Before long, the same beautiful red head from the window came through the code locked doors that led into the gym and offered me a gracious smile.

“Hi, I’m Lisa, can I help you?”

“Yeah, erm, I was wondering if I could sign up to use your gym?” I mumbled. My eyes soaking up the sight of her in her incredibly form fitting outfit. Tiny Lycra shorts gripped her lower half firmly, showing off every inch of her well-toned flesh and offering a hint of camel toe. On her top she wore only a black sports bra, showing off her abs and her large tits. My cock tented the denim of my jeans and I hurriedly pressed closer to the reception desk to hide my throbbing erection.

Lisa moved behind the counter, grabbing a form and logging on to the PC that sat on top.

“Cerainly, Mr?” the question hung in the air.

“Jake, Stonewell,” I stuttered.

“Well Mr Stonewell, we’ve got several packages that may suit you, may I ask why you have decided to join a gym?” she enquired, her green eyes locking with mine as she waited for my response.

“Honestly?” I hesitated, “I don’t like what I see when I look in the mirror, I’ve gained a little weight in the few years since I’ve left school and I’d love to burn it off.”

She smiled, making a few clicks with the mouse and then looking back up at me.

“Well, I can offer you a weekly fee to use all of our facilities, at $20 per week,” she began “or there’s our monthly tariff, that works out much cheaper at $49.99, or finally there’s our annual membership, which comes with all classes included, which comes in at a very manageable $350 per year.”

She looked to me expectantly.

“I think I’ll go for the annual fee,” I said, reaching into my pocket to grab some more of my money, I gave her the bills and she passed me my change.

“Okay Mr Stonewell, I’m going to need to take your picture for your membership card, can I ask you to stand next to that wall over there?” she said, gesturing to a white painted wall just behind me.

I moved to the wall as she grabbed a DSLR camera from a cupboard and headed towards me.

I stood with my back to the wall whilst she snapped a few pictures, then she led me back to the counter. A printer like machine behind her hummed into life and a small white card dropped out of it.

She grabbed the card, smiling at the picture, and then handed it to me.

“Congratulations Mr Stonewell, and welcome to our gym. You can use any of the facilities available from right now,” she gestured towards the door.

“Well, maybe not right now,” I gestured to my jeans and t-shirt.

“We also sell sportswear,” she motioned to the table next to the reception desk on which several tops and sets of shorts proudly held the ‘Pump House’ logo, “just in case you might need it.”

I moved to the table, selecting a set of black knee length shorts and a tank top then taking them back to the desk.

“That’ll be $30 dollars please Mr Stonewell,” she grinned, pleased at securing a sale.

I produced a fifty from my pocket and smiled. She gave me my change and then gestured to me that I should follow her.

She led me along a corridor that ran opposite to the door to the gym, and I took the opportunity to admire her ass some more. I desperately wanted to see her naked, and I knew if I ever got the opportunity I would do just that.

A door marked ‘Mens’ came up on our left and Lisa stopped.

“The changing rooms are through here, obviously, I can’t go in and show you around,” she laughed, “but, the lockers all have a key that you carry on your wrist.”

She held her hand up, showing the key on a bracelet around her wrist.

“If you just come on through to reception when you’re changed, I’ll show you around our facilities and help you get accustomed to our machines.”

I smiled, nodding my head as I entered the room.

I changed quickly, locking all of my belongings into one of the lockers and strapping the key to my wrist. With that done I headed back along the corridor towards reception.

Lisa was waiting for me and gave me an obvious once over with her eyes.

“Much better Mr Stonewell,” she began.

“Call me Jake,” I grinned.

“Jake it is. Well, shall we get going?”

I let her lead the way as I admired her ass, fobbing myself through the door in the way she demonstrated, and entering the main area of the gym.

Alongside the far wall, white workout machines sat, some manned, and Lisa took me through how each machine worked as I did several sets on each. By the last machine I was coated in sweat and Lisa, concern on her face, went to get me a water bottle. Despite the sweat I felt amazing, energised in a way I don’t think I’d ever felt before, and watching Lisa flex her body, showing me each machine, had excited me in a way I hadn’t expected.

She returned with a ‘Pump House’ branded bottle in her hand, proffering it to me. I accepted it gratefully, taking a long pull from the nozzle.

“You’ve done really well today Jake,” she smiled at me, “I’m hoping you’ve enjoyed it.”

“I’ve loved it,” I grinned, high on endorphins, “and I’ve enjoyed your company too.”

She laughed.

“I bet you have,” she giggled, “well, if you’d like the pleasure of my company some more, I do offer my services as a personal trainer. Word of warning though, I won’t go easy on you.”

I glanced at her body out of the corner of my eye, enjoying how it flexed as she wiped down the machine we had just been using. Her breasts jiggled slightly beneath her sports bra, and my breath caught in my throat.

“I think I will yeah,” I replied, “how much do you charge per session?”

“For you, $30,” she looked at me conspiratorially, “usually I charge fifty.”

She smiled at me and I began to wonder if the jab had had some effect on me I hadn’t realised, maybe something to do with pheromones? I had begun to suspect that I might have to see the Doc sooner than intended, and I made a mental note to call him on Monday morning to see if I could get an earlier appointment.

“Shower time,” she said, leading the way out of the gym and heading to the corridor that contained the changing rooms. I followed her, once again practically drooling as I followed her toned ass to the door marked ‘Mens’ and watched her walk further down and enter the door marked ‘Womens’.

I knew I could not miss the opportunity, and I stepped into the changing room and was pleased to find it deserted. I quickly stripped and stored my clothes in the locker, and I glanced at my wrist and wondered what I should do with the key.

Thinking fast I decided to place the key in the small gap behind the lockers, and I hastily left the room and headed down the corridor.

Hesitating slightly at the door, I decided it was better to just walk in and stick to a corner than wait for someone else to enter or leave the room. I didn’t want to miss the show.

I opened the door wide enough to admit my body and slipped in. The room was almost empty, but at the opposite end, Lisa, and a woman I hadn’t seen before, sat chatting as they stripped out of their workout gear.

Lisa was just removing her sports bra, her large DD tits were finally unveiled for me to see. She had large puffy nipples, and her breasts had the look of a well composed boob job.

The other woman was a little older than my mom, I’d guess mid 40s, and her long blonde hair was tied in a tight ponytail at the back. Her skin, smooth despite her age, was tanned to a warm brown, and as she took off her sports bra, her large GG tits sagged slightly. She was stunning, but the vision of Lisa, now bending to remove her tight shorts, dominated my attention.

I grinned inwardly and walked closer to them.

“I don’t know Tess, honestly, I actually like the guy” Lisa said to the other woman.

“You shouldn’t mix business with pleasure you know,” grinned Tess, now also removing her shorts.

Lisa was completely shaven, her pussy was immaculate, with tiny lips that barely protruded, and I sat gobsmacked at the sight of her. Tess on the other hand, was trimmed but not shaved in any way. Her hair covered dark labia looked inviting, but, once again my eyes were drawn to Lisa.

“Jake’s different to most of the guys that walk in here though, not all muscles and no personality,” she smiled, I nearly choked, “he actually made me laugh.”

“Well, you do what’s best for you Hun,” and at this Tess smiled, “but do let me know if he has a big dick.”

Both women laughed, and my cock flushed with blood as my hardon grew. They headed towards the large, tiled opening at the back of the room and I quickly followed them.

The opening led to the shower cubicles, small areas meant for one that were walled up to neck height so that you could still see and talk to other people. I followed behind the two women, stunned to see that Lisa’s toned ass was as sumptuous as I had imagined.

Tess entered the first cubicle and Lisa the second, and I followed Lisa, standing by the wall opposite the opening of the cubicle as the steaming water began to splash over the attractive woman’s body.

She soaped herself thoroughly, paying close attention to her armpits and under her boobs, and I watched in horny fascination at the show I was getting.

I thought back to Nadine, and how I had cum all over her tight hole without her knowing, and I knew, if given the chance, that I would try to do the same to Lisa.

I stepped closer to her cubicle, rubbing my aching cock as I pondered what I was going to do. She didn’t bend to wash off her shampoo though, instead tilting her head back and giving me an amazing view of her perfect breasts.

I was disappointed but undeterred, keeping my eyes glued to her body as I waited for my opening.

She squeezed out more shower gel, lathering her pussy and moving lower to her legs, now she bent, and I rushed forward in my excitement almost impaling her with my stiff shaft.

I stood there, mere inches from her inviting looking hole, with my cock hovering, and stroked myself furiously.

All of a sudden she reached back, her hand groping for something. I looked around and saw her towel hanging from a ring next to the opening to the cubicle, and whilst distracted I felt her hand wrap around my cock and give it a few strokes before she stood up abruptly.

I backed away, almost slamming into the wall as she turned around confused.

She looked concerned, and poked her head out of the cubicle, looking both ways to make sure there was no one there.

With a shrug, she turned back to washing off the suds, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I decided to retreat to the male changing rooms and deactivate my ability, relieved that I hadn’t given myself away as I grabbed a shower of my own.

Once dressed I made my way to reception again, finding to my delight that Lisa was waiting. She was now wearing a baby pink hoody with a matching tank top, and black tight fitting Yoga pants.

She smiled warmly when she saw me, and I grinned back in reply.

“So, when will you be back, Jake?” she asked, her innocent tone not giving away the contents of her conversation with Tess from earlier.

“Probably Sunday, if you can fit me in?” she smirked, once again giving me a clear once over.

“I can probably stretch to that,” I gulped, “what time slot would you like to book?”

“Does 12pm suit you?” I asked.

“That’s perfect for me,” she smiled, noting it down in a small book that she then slipped into her handbag.

“See you then,” I cheerfully waved, gaining me another smile from her as I headed out of the door.