Let's get physical

You step out of the lift and follow Katy to the gym.

At this time of day it's not too busy, an older man trying to keep in shape working on weights, a couple of young boys, maybe 12, goofing off, and castung glances at the gyms only other occupant, a tall woman with a truly amazon like physique, toned with a chest dwarfing Katy's already impressive C cups.

You can't help but feel she must be trying to ignore her admirers, perhaps trying to discourage them with the track pants and loose cropped sweatshirt she wore to hide much of her charms.

Katy stepped up to the treadmill first, laying her towel over one side and putting her ear buds in. She began with a slow walk, and started to increase speed as she warmed up.

The lights of the gym didn't leave her quite as exposed, but the outfit still distracted the young boys and gave the older man quite a view from behind.

Due to your earlier suggestion, the mesmerising effect of her running, and the fact it was causing her too to ride up slightly remained oblivious to Katy, but not the boys who enjoyed the slight hint of underboob appearing underneath.

Before things went too far however the other woman hurried over scowling.

'Have some self respect' she growled.

'What?' Katy questioned' taking her earbuds out and stepping off the treadmill.

'You might want to show off, but there's kids here' the Amazon told her nodding towards the boys, 'holster those things'

Katy's hand leapt to her chest. She tugged the top back down blushing

'I didn't mean to..' she began.

'Whatever!' The woman replied, turning and walking towards a weight machine.

She sat down at it and began, first with pull down bar, The motion revealing, for the first time, the button fronted sports bra she wore beneath.

As she moved on to the chest press, an idea occurs to you. A lesson for spoiling your fun.

Watching carefully you wait until the woman, Danielle, you learn, lets the bars pull back open and then attack the buttons on her bra. The pop audibly, and the bra springs open beneath her shirt.

Both boys jaws drop and the older man almost drops a weights as her breasts, no longer supported, drop beneath the cropped bottom of her top revealing the faintest hint of nipple.

'Oh shit!' Danielle screamed, letting go of the machine (causing a brief flash) and pulling her top down. She stood quickly and bolted for the women's changeroom, the laughter of the boys, and Katy, echoing behind her.