Gym Workout

I work shift work so the hours that I'm at gym vary widely. I'd roll up there morning, afternoon or late evening, all depending on what shift I was currently on. For the current week I'm at the gym very late in the evening, a time most gym users are long gone. Offsetting not having the company of fellow sufferers, I do have the advantage that most of the equipment is available for my personal use.

So here I was, rowing away, sweating off any flab and keeping my muscles reasonably fit and this woman wanders into the gym. She was in her early twenties, good looking, very nice figure, and tight clothes. The outfit she had on showed all her curves and they were certainly worth showing.

She comes moving briskly along heading towards the running machines. I watch as she approached as her breasts are, let's just say, well developed. Well-developed enough to have a nice bounce to them as she walked past me. Watching her from behind, I considered that view remarkably good as well. Lovely buttocks, that had a beautiful swish and sway. The only drawback in the entire package was the nasty look she gave me as she passed.

I don't know why the dirty look. I hadn't ever seen her before (I'd have remembered) and I hadn't spoken to her. Just looked up as she approached and checked her out. After all, what else is a man supposed to do when a young lovely crosses his path?

She settled down on the running machine and I was lucky enough that my rowing machine faced that way. I rowed and looked, her running helping to break the monotony of the rowing. The way her breasts bounced didn't do much to harm my enjoyment.

She cast several little glances at me as she ran, clearly annoyed that I was there. Tough titties, is what I thought. I'd got here first and if she didn't like it she could lump it.

After about five minutes she came over and stood, glaring down at me.

"Do you mind not staring at me while I'm running?" she snapped at me.

I considered the question carefully before replying.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I do mind," I told her. "You're well worth looking at, so I'll look. That's why I have eyes, you know? To observe things of beauty."

A little flattery will get you a long way I find. In this case it almost got me a trip to the hospital. If she'd been Cyclops, from the X-men, I'd have been flash-fried.

"Look, I come to the gym at this ungodly hour so I can exercise in peace, without being ogled by men like you."

"Really? Ah, what sort of men do you want ogling you?"

Another near miss in the flash-fried department. Apparently not susceptible to humour. Hey, I thought it was funny.

"No-one," she practically snarled at me. "I don't want any men looking at me like that."

I gave that the answer it disserved.

"Bullshit."

Steam was practically rising from her.

"What do you mean, bullshit?"

"I mean just that," I said, going on to explain. "You've got a very nice face and figure. Your hair is cut in a style that draws attention to your face. You're dressed in clothes that are tailored to show off your figure to the maximum advantage. If you didn't want people to look at you, you could have picked out clothes that hide your figure. They'd be just as comfortable as those you're wearing. Possibly even more so.

Your entire outfit shouts look at me, and you not only know it, but love it.

Of course, you could be a lesbian and are dressed that way to attract another girl. Are you a lesbian? Terrible waste if you are, not that it's any of my business."

Add truthful observations to the things that piss her off. I thought she was going to clock me. I know she thought of it.

"Lesbian?" she shrieked at me. "That's typical male. Just because I'm not attracted to you, you think I must be a lesbian. That is such a sexist attitude."

"Couple of points," I said mildly. "I didn't say you were a lesbian. I just raised it as one possibility. As for not being attracted to me, what in the world gave you the idea that I was trying to attract you? I was just sitting here exercising. Exactly the same as before you came in, except now I have better scenery.

I'm assuming from your irritation that you don't think that you're a lesbian. So going from the way you act I'd say you're into S