Get her to take her clothes off

“If you don’t mind, could you take your top off?” you asked, hoping that if worse came to worse you could pretend she misheard you and maybe brush it off. The exit was pretty close by and you could definitely make a break for it. The woman, her face barely made up, would be rather pale if she hadn’t been exerting herself at the gym to give her those rosy cheeks. She had a mostly unreadable expression. Her eyes were enlarged by her big round glasses, held up by her sharp thin nose, and her short fringe was matted to her forehead with sweat.

“Okay,” she answered without so much as a shrug, plucking her glasses off her face and placing them into the little holding tray on the treadmill. She pulled her shirt off and hung the loosefitting garment onto the handrail. She was wearing a tight dark blue sports top that held her not so ample chest even flatter against her and as she continued to walk you saw not much movement at all.

“That too please,” you said, for some reason feeling like you should be super polite to this lady, and she simply nodded at you and pulled her sports bra up over her head, peeling it off her sweaty self and folding it onto the railing. She didn’t exactly perform a titty drop, but she had a surprisingly bit more than you were expecting her to up top. Her nipples were dark and stood out from her pale complexion. You could see a hint of her ribcage but only slightly, her stomach was flat, and she didn’t have much curvature to the hips, but her skin was probably some of the most clear, smooth looking you have every seen on a person. You saw her put on her glasses, then she grab her own breasts, squeezing a bit of what she could call handfuls, and looked over to you.

“You like?” she wondered, making your eyes widen, then you realised she had spotted the absurd tent your large erection was making in the front of your pants. A lot of it was to do with the absurdity of the situation, the plainness of this woman who was completely willing to strip off her top for a stranger, that was doing it for your not little guy right now.

“Yeah…” you answered slowly, gawking. This was not something that would be possible anywhere else, you realised. If you ran into this woman in chinatown you wouldn’t even give her a second glance, let alone imagine what her tits looked like. Now you didn’t even need to imagine.

The guy who was using the treadmill on the other side of this woman did take a glance over to see what was happening, and seemingly had about as much interest as he would have seeing any normal gym goer use a treadmill. He went back to staring at his phone while he did his incline run. “Completely nude now please,” you requested to the lady, and she gave you another vague up-down assessment then pressed a button on her console. The treadmill hummed to a stop and she bent down to untie her shoes. You had to stop your own treadmill to watch this, and you felt your erection get stronger seeing this random woman, probably someone’s mother just keeping herself fit, strip off the rest of her clothes for you. She wasn’t doing it any sexy stripper way either, just untying her shoes, pulling off her socks socks, placing them neatly to the side of the treadmill, then pulling down her loose blue tracksuit pants. She was wearing a black pair of underwear, nothing remarkable, but seeing this woman in just that black triangle shape of fabric was now sexy as fuck. She looked up at you, bent over halfway, her pointy tits hanging down a little, and rolled her undies down, lifted a dainty foot to step out of them and dropped it into the pile with her pants. She straightened, now completely naked, and her untrimmed but not completely wild bush was all for you to see.

Nobody else cared to look, or at least they didn’t give it more than a cursory glance like the treadmill guy did. The woman looked at you expectantly, standing there on the treadmill. Her legs were toned, though not particularly thick. She was slim but didn’t look unhealthy. Trim but not bony. You definitely had your own bony thing to deal with right now though. She looked ready to deal with it too, an air of anticipation in those bespectacled eyes.