Skip the gym

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As much as I hate missing a workout, I also need my sleep. I don’t want to get sloppy at work right now. Instead of going to the gym, I settle for push-ups.

I get to work early, and it looks like most of the other employees had the same idea. No one wants a repeat of yesterday. I get the coffee maker going right away, get my computer started, and login to get the schedule printed. I see today Victoria has a conference call in the morning, then she gets is getting off work early for a spa appointment. How many spa days does a person need? She looks amazing all the time, maybe that is her secret. I don't know how the details of her paid time off works, but it seems like a pretty good deal. Everyone in the office will rejoice when they find out she will be gone most of the day. I print off the sheet and slide it to the usual spot on my desk. I pour a coffee for myself and get an empty cup ready next to the coffee maker just in case Victoria wants one, with the cream and sugar set out. Everything should be perfect for her when she gets here.

Victoria makes her entrance. Her black hair is tied back in a crisp ponytail. She is wearing... oh my heart... she is in her gym clothes, carrying her gym bag and a backpack. She seems neither particularly pleased nor upset. She is moving with a comfortable fluidity, maybe because she isn't in heels for the first time. As she gets closer, I get to take in the details. She is wearing high rise yoga pants in grey, with bold white stripes around her lower thighs. The stripes evoke the look of retro thigh socks. She has a light heather grey unzipped hoodie over a front-zip crop top sports bra. The zipper is bright green, the only part of her outfit with color visible. Her lean, muscled abs make a shifting centerline down her tummy as she walks. My eyes ping-pong among her striking features. Her abs, her stunning thigh gap, her green zipper... It dangles there, inviting me to reach out and pull on it to see what happens. Something wonderful. Her skin glows with vitality and sparkles with specks of sweat. I want nothing more than to lick her clean.

As she takes the sheet from my desk, I hazard a comment. "Good morning, Ms Hartley. That is a new look for you." I say it without snark, just as a conversation starter.

She smirks and raises an eyebrow, almost playfully. "The gym shower was under repair. It isn't going to be my best smelling morning. The coffee smells nice though. I'll take one with cream and sugar."

It isn't like her to just take inconvenience in stride like this. She sounds... friendly? I'm almost stunned, but recover. "Yes, ma’am. Ready in a moment." She enters her private office and sets her bags down. I finish stirring her beverage and bring it in for her. Her hoodie is removed. The back of her crop top narrows to the center of her back, exposing the entirety of her shoulder blades and shoulders. He whole body exhibits a moderate, even tan. The way her waist narrows and the...

I need to keep moving, not standing behind her like a love-struck kid with a crush on teacher. Not to mention the boner that I don't have enough self-awareness to know if is showing. I can't quite stop myself from checking out her ass as I move to set the cup in the middle of her desk. The yoga pants are made of multiple layers of stretchy material form a thong-like support structure that really frames and accentuates her cheeks. She leans to the side to pull off her gym shoes. Her intercostal muscles stretch in unison. Her ribs expand like the folds of an accordion. They look so tender. I have an inappropriate urge to tickle her. Less inappropriate than licking every drop of sweat off her, I suppose, but still. I have never seen so much of her so close.{if Edge >=90} My groin aches, reminding me that I need to find release soon.{endif} I feel a little light-headed. I had better leave.

I take one more glance at her as I leave the room. Fucking hell she is sexy.