Purple and Green

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//Flirt with, then shot down by purple lady. Purp and green are seen talking.

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After some waiting I find a floor mat that I can use to warm-up. I do sets of sit-ups and push-ups until I can’t stand it anymore, then look for an open machine to use. With so many stations in use, I give up on customizing a balanced workout. Instead, I look for The first machine that is available,

Someone leaves a row machine, so I quickly claim it before anyone else can. A few minutes into rowing I have already built up a good sweat.

“Hello there, tiger,” a woman says from the row machine next to me. I look at her with momentary confusion at her friendly tone.

“Oh! ...Hello.” It takes me a couple seconds to recognize her. It is the cougar who wore the purple dress that I met at my local bar. We had a hot night together. I struggle to recall her name—then remember that she never gave it to me.

“Expecting someone else?” She smiles at my sudden recognition. Her snake tattoo winds around her ribcage below her sports bra. She picks up the row handles, leans forward, then pulls smoothly with straight back, her shoulders square and her round implants jutting out into the air. A dozen toned little rib muscles ripple to life. I momentarily forget my words.

“Heh...no...” I resume rowing, matching her pace. The whirs of the flywheels rev in unison. “Boy it is so busy today.”

“Yep, I might have to change gyms if this becomes the norm.” She acts like she doesn't notice that I am peeking at her regularly. I feel a stirring in my shorts as I watch her work.

“Thanks for the souvenir by the way,” I offer. The purple panties she left hanging on my door now reside in my nightstand.

“I thought you would like it.”

“I did. It almost made up for leaving before I had a chance to propose to you.”

“Ha—You’re cute. But my husband probably wouldn’t approve.”

“Damn... Still... I can be free tonight if you want to come over and let me try to change your mind.”

“Nice try, but my husband is hung like an absolute bull. You really can’t compete.”

I’m a little stunned. I’ve never been told I don’t measure up before. And here I thought we had some pretty deep fucking. How fucking hard does she like it? She sees my shock and gives me a gentle smirk. “Don’t look so down. You managed to give me what I needed while he was away. Most men can’t.”

"Uh... Thanks?" I can't help picture an over-muscled beefcake mindlessly slamming into her so hard that every piece of furniture is broken around them, her legs pinned behind her ears as she keeps egging him on.

"You're welcome."

I slow to a stop and gulp down some water. In a mirror I see Amy walking past some machines behind me. She gets her shoulders under the calf machine and starts lifting. I crane my neck to get a better look at her impressively muscled legs. Her black leggings stretch pleasantly as she moves. Her bare ankles seem delicate by contrast.

"Do you know Amy?" purple dress lady asks. I snap my head to her, embarrassed that I got busted staring for too long.

"I haven't met her yet...but I was thinking of talking to her," I admit.

"She is a woman after my own heart. Tell you what, Tiger... I'll put in a good word for you." I blink, unsure of how to respond. She just smiles at me, then focuses on her rowing.

"That would be appreciated...thanks."

Over the next hour I hop between machines as they become available. While getting ready on a cable machine, I notice that purple dress lady and Amy are talking to each other on a pair of stair machines. They are both looking rather sweaty.

Green says something to Purple. Purple looks down, then straightens her sports bra, giving her large tits a good jostle. She looks at Green’s chest and says something, who laughs and adjust her own, much smaller, tits. I look a moment longer to see if there will be any more tit-adjusting, but none happens.

The next time I glance over to see Purple with her hands in the air in front of her, spreading them apart to about eight or nine inches. Green laughs. Oh boy, what am I seeing? Purple slowly extends the space between her hands to ten...twelve...fourteen inches... Green slaps Purple’ hand away as it invades her personal space. For a moment I think they both look in my direction. I look away quickly and mind my own business.

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