The muscled blonde woman

The blonde woman doesn't even notice as I approach. She's completely fixated on the dumbbells in her hand. Her cheeks are rosy with exertion and there's sweat on her brow. She raises and lowers her arms almost mechanically. I sit down on the bench next to her and she keep on raising and lowering her arms, her muscles bulging as she does so, her breathing loud from the physical exertion.

"Do you....want something?" she asks.

"No, I'm just observing you to make sure you are using the right technique. I'm somewhat of an renowned expert in weight lifting and muscle toning."

"Oh well, then, by all means please let me know if I can improve at all."

"Well, there is one thing."

"Yes, yes, please do tell."

"I have found the lifting the weights without a top on increases the oxygen flow to the skin providing for a better muscle conversion."

"Hmm, that sounds like a great idea to try out."

The woman puts the dumbbells down gently and peels her tank top off dropping it off to the side. She lifts her hair up and gestures toward her back asking me to unhook her bra. I eagerly comply and in no time her breasts are released from the confines, a magnificent pair indeed held in place by her strong chest musculature.

"I can already feel the cool air rushing over my breasts."

The woman goes back to the dumbbells, methodically raising and lowering them to some perceived rhythm that only she could hear. I place my hands on her chest and gently rub her breasts with my palms, both this and the cool air were definitely having an effect on her nipples that had hardened right up. I assure her that this is all for the benefit of her workout and she continues with her weights.