Its Gabriela

"Heyyy, Brad." Gabriela says.

You glance over at her, not slowing down.

"Hey." You reply, trying not to stare.

She climbs onto the treadmill next to yours and begins running. You can't help but steal glances at her as she runs. She's wearing a tight workout bra that shows off her large, round breasts, and her muscular thighs are glistening with sweat. Her brazilian bubble butt is squeezed into tight workout shorts, barely covering and containing the roundness of the two globes, making the shorts look painted on. Her tiny waist is accentuated by her thick, juicy, thighs and hips. Her skin is the color of caramel, with a perfect tan that makes her look like a model. She's so sexy, it's driving you crazy.

She glances over at you, catching you staring. She gives you a smile and winks, which only makes it worse. Your cock stiffens, straining against the fabric of your gym shorts. You try to adjust it subtly, but she sees.

"Enjoying the view?" She teases.

"Uh, yeah. You're... You're really pretty."

"Thanks."

The two of you run in silence for a few minutes, trying not to stare at each other. It's excruciating. The tension between you and Gabriela is palpable, and you can't stand it. The two of you finish up your workouts and head to the locker room to shower. You do your best not to stare as she undresses, and you're unsuccessful. She is just wearing her thong and catches you watching staring at her body and the bulge in her panties.