At the Gym - His Story - Sex Stories

At the Gym - His Story

... of the fact that at 32 I was almost certainly her elder, and yet was for some reason acting with all the charm and grace of a teenager with an anxiety condition.

“Can we have a quick word.” She asked, her words weren’t harsh, but they were matter of fact.

“Sure.” I said, trying a smile. It was not reciprocated.

“I’ve been here a few times now, and I’ve noticed on more than one occasion that you have been staring at me”.

Fuck.

My smile disappeared, and I knew for a fact my face had turned bright red.

“I’m so sorry…” was all I could manage in reply, “....it, it really wasn’t deliberate, it’s just…” she cut me off with a raised hand..

“If I let you see me, will you promise not to stare again?” she said.

I paused for a second, trying to process what I had just heard, but in the end decided I must have missed something.

“Sorry?” I said, hoping for an explanation.

“If I let you see me,” she repeated slowly “will you promise not to stare again?”

“What do you mean by ‘see you’?” I asked, now genuinely confused.

“I will let you see anything you want, right here, right now, but you have to promise you will not ever stare at me again in future”.

At this point my brain all but shutdown, was she genuinely offering to let me see her naked? What was she doing to do? Strip in the corridor? I found myself staring blankly at her, unsure of whether I was actually awake or if this might be some kind of practical joke.

“Well?” she asked.

“Yes.” Was ...

... all I could muster in response.

“You need to promise.” She said,

“Right. Urrrmmm, I promise. I promise I will not stare at you in the gym again”. The words fell out of my mouth with clumsy insincerity, like a child promising not to go near the cookie jar again.

She didn’t respond with words, but simply took my hand and led me towards the female changing rooms. Her hand was delicate and slender, the feel of her soft smooth skin against mine was electrifying. We stopped outside and she told me to wait. My anxiety was beginning to give way to a raw excitement that I hadn’t felt in years, there wasn’t anything she could have requested that I wouldn’t have accented to a this point.

She disappeared inside momentarily, only to emerge again and pull me into a deserted room. At the far end were a number of self-contained shower cubicles with changing areas. She silently led me inside one, closed the door, and turned to face me.

“I want you to look at my body” she said, with the same matter of fact tone with which she had addressed me before. “Don’t be shy, just look, ok?”. I nodded slowly then directed my gaze towards her running shoes, working my way up her ankles, and the start of a pair of tight leggings which clung tightly to a pair of perfect slender legs. My eyes continued their journey, enjoying the sight of her small but firm thighs. I didn’t dare look at the area between them, and my eyes darted back to her sheepishly.

She had obviously understood my concern, ...