Take a Look Around

You completed your circuit of the entire gym, walking rather slowly and a bit uncomfortably as you paid close attention to everyone around you. As was typical given the nature of the place, no one paid you too much attention as they were generally focused on their own solitary workouts, headphones in. Still, the fact that you weren’t wearing anything below the waist would normally have elicited a reaction. And yet there was none. People could clearly see that you weren’t wearing anything, your penis dangling fully exposed. You caught a few women taking looks but they in no way seemed surprised or even particularly off-put by it.

So it seemed that the effect truly was universal, at least within the confines of this place. You’d settled on this strategy of simply passively walking around to see if anyone happened to be immune before you did anything more. Though your caution probably wasn’t necessary given what you’d accomplished in full view already! In any event, it seemed that you truly were free to do whatever you wanted here. Your own private play land essentially where the toys were whatever collection of people happened to be in this box when you decided to show up.

A short woman passed you, clearly focused and ready for her work-out. She had a black bag her shoulder, sporty water bottle in her hand, and finger less black gloves on. Her face was sharp and decently attractive without make-up, you were sure she’d be very pretty with. Her hair was dirty blonde and pulled back into that ever present loose pony tail bouncing between her shoulder blades as she walked. Her body was tight, petite, and clearly that of some kind of dedicated gymnast. It was easy to see as she wore only a black sports bra on top baring her muscular tan shoulders and discernible six-pack. She had on black yoga pants with some decorative slashes across their fronts baring parts of her thighs and lower legs. As she passed right in front of you without even glancing at your exposed lower half, you took a look after her. Her posterior was small but it pleasingly swelled like an apple beneath her ridiculously tiny waist.

You followed her naturally. She walked directly to the long strip of astroturf that lined the wall of windows that made up one side of the gym where people generally performed lunges and short sprints as well as box-jumps and other such free-style exercises. She marked out her spot by dropping her bag and going into an elaborate stretching routine. It was decidedly arresting and you just stood there watching amongst the line of leg-oriented weight-lifting machines that bordered the green strip.

You watched her spread her legs and bend over, reaching back with her arms straight behind her head stretching out towards the ceiling. Your member began to fill with blood at the sight. It was impossible not to think about sex with her in that position. The fact that you could, without even the slightest of constraints made your lust all the more powerful.

A tall blonde woman entered your view, claiming the reverse leg-curl machine nearby. You turned to look, continually amused that the presence of half-naked man with a boner out seemed to have no bearing on her choice of work-out machine. Her face was a bit plain but her body was on point, a sleeveless pink top stretched around her large breasts and left her flat stomach bare. She had a sizeable butt that fit her tall frame, blue yoga-pants hugging her wide hips.

That ass was presented for your gaze even better as she got into the machine, the two pads forming the top of a pyramid that the middle of her body up as she faced towards the ground. She started her reps, raising the weights by clenching her lower legs up towards her buttocks.

Your attention was dragged back to the tiny flexible little dirty-blonde as you watched her squat down, shifting her hips side to side as she clasped her hands in front of her. You stepped a bit closer to further enjoy the view.

Her head turned your way, her eyes seeming to zero right in to your crotch before moving up to your face.

"Hi there! Were you wanting to workout with me?" She stopped her stretch and came right over, the smile transforming her face.

"Uh... maybe." You managed, not ready for her to notice you and immediately engage you in conversation.

"Yea?" She kept smiling and now her face was really pretty. "Well you're welcome to, of course! I'm Jaimie."

She held out her hand right over your straining dick and you shook it, smiling back as your realized how absurd this moment was.

"John. And uh- you mind just taking off your pants and going back to what you were doing for now?"

"Of course!" she beamed before spinning in place gracefully. She then bent over very purposefully, directing her ass your way. She slid her fingers into her waistband and very languidly pulled her pants down over the heart-shaped curved of her tight bubble-butt. Its contours were slowly revealed bisected by a beige athletic thong placed perfectly within the crack of her ass.

She straitened and gave you a frank look, momentarily dropping from your face to your dick before she moved swiftly back into her obviously practiced routine. Soon enough she was doing lunges down the astroturf strip, her thong pulled pleasingly tight between her muscular cheeks as they undulated hypnotically under your intense gaze.

Beside you the tall blonde finished her set and moved around to pick up her towel off the ground. She was literally less than two feet from the end of your cock but she seemed to pay it no mind as she retrieved it. Well, actually... briefly her eyes flicked over and you thought you detected a slight upward tick to her lips before she set about wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Are you a cock-sucker?" You don't know what possessed you to engage the woman with such an insane non-sequitur, save for perhaps a heady feeling of godhood based on your experiences so far.

Her eyes widened as she looked at you in response to your obvious statement directed right at her. Then she let out a brief burst of laughter before settling down, smiling and nodding her head, "Yea, I go down on guys. Haha... was that a non to subtle hint that you wanted a hummer?"

"Well, actually I just kind of wanted to know if you considered yourself a cock-sucker."

"Heh. Not generally but I guess it's accurate. I do suck cock."

"Would you?"

"Suck your cock? Yea. Totally. I could use a good stretch there."