She starts getting touchy feely with you

“What’s your workout routine like?” Poki asks

“2 hours a day, 6 days a week. I have my rest and meal prep day on Sunday and then I start every morning with at least a 6 kilometer run. Monday and Friday are leg days, Tuesday is abs, Wednesday is arms and Saturday is chest and back.” You tried not to go into too much depth and keep the explanation brief so that she could continue the conversation.

“What's the goal then?” She asked

“Right now it's just to maintain muscle and be healthy rather than bodybuilding.”

“What's the motivation to workout so much? I mean I understand staying healthy but 6 days a week is a lot.”

“I mean it's part of my daily routine now that I feel like I can't just stop because there will be this hole in my life then. Also I started working out cause I was the fat kid in high school and that motivation to not be the fat kid anymore is still with me.”

“What happened in High School that changed you?” Poki replied.

“In grade 10 I moved to a new school. I was like 6 foot tall and like 240 pounds and on top of that I was super anti-social in my previous school. So when I moved I decided to change that and started putting myself into social situations. I had a small group of friends, I’d help them with their homework and we would go partying. I had a girlfriend for most of that year and she was super nice and pretty. Regardless, at the end of the year, two days before my final exams, I get texts from all my friends, calling me fat and a faggot and so many disgusting words. My girlfriend texted me telling me she had cheated on me since we started dating and that she would never love a fat kid and that she was only nice to me so I could do her math homework for her. So I aced my finals to spite them and decided to change myself. I went into summer break 6 feet tall, around 240 pounds, and like 30 to 40% body fat. I worked out 7 days a week, for 6 hours everyday and I finished the summer at 6 foot 1, 200 pounds and around 15% body fat. Went into grade 11 and started making friends anywhere I could and I haven't looked back since.”

“That's quite the story.”

“Yeah but enough about my past, let's talk about you.”

“No no. I want to keep talking about you.” She reached across with her left hand and began rubbing your chest while biting her lip. Her hand continued to rub your chest before slowly moving down to your abs and eventually all the way down to your shorts, feeling your flaccid cock through your shorts. She leans in further, her face less than a few inches from yours. So close you could feel her breathe and smell that distinct vanilla and roses scent. She glances at the GPS on the dashboard and looks back at you.