At the gym

Everyday after work I would spend an hour or so in the company gym for a quick session on the treadmill and rowing machine. As it turns out, a very handsome and well toned guy, who looked like he was in his mid-fifties, had the same workout schedule as I.

Hal was his name and he was with some government contractor or agency on a different floor that I didn’t have access to. Hal operated like clockwork, he always arrived in the gym at the same time everyday impeccably groomed wearing a very well tailored suit. I was usually already on the treadmill running, we would say “hi” and Hal would head directly to the locker room to change.

By the time Hal reemerged from the locker room I had moved to the rowing machine. Hal hopped on the treadmill to start his workout. One of the nice things is that the rowing machine is set facing the treadmill allowing me to watch the magnificent stallion run. It also helps that Hal has an impressive package swinging back and forth as he runs. I have yet (hopefully I will remedy that) to see what he is actually working with, but I can only imagine. To the point I know he must have seen the wet spot in yoga pants when I wear the lighter colored ones.

My pussy is a nice plump Simp pussy and when I’m on the rowing machine, my yoga pants can’t help but outline her with what I consider is a beautiful camel toe. There are many times that I have finished my workout and headed to the locker room for a quick finger session fantasizing Hal would follow me in for a quick shag.