Alba

With a smile that’s sly and impish and throwing me off, she walks through the gym like she’s a queen reviewing her harem, knowing she could have whichever she wants, however many times she wants. She saunters up to the free weights and bends over, her pants stretching around her ass, outlining its delightfully plump and fit shape, and stands back up with two tiny five-pound weights in her hands. She effects a curl and says, “How about these?”

The Woman in the Hotel Gym

She’s my age, lithe, incredibly fit, with tan skin and toned muscles. A perfect body. Her hair is the color of caramel cream, her sports bra and workout pants a rich burgundy. They’re tight enough they could be painted on. She’s wearing headphones, nice ones, and as she glides into the room, she picks the stair stepping machine.

The Gym Girl

I hoisted the bar into the air, let it drop to my chest. That’s when I realized two things. One, how being a spotter basically gives you license to ogle your partner, like he was doing to me now. And two, that as I looked up at him from the height of his knees, he was sporting what I could only describe as a massive bulge in his crotch.

Claudia

Claudia’s my yoga teacher, and she’s fucking hot. Not that that’s why I picked her class, but she’s a cutie. Latina, petite, stacked, with a great ass, and the sexiest smile. And she wears these gym uniforms that’re so tight they could be painted on. Every Saturday, Monday, and Wednesday, I go to her class and watch the fabric cling to her hot little body, it’s pattern swelling and bending and stretching as it contorts to contours.

Valerie

There were a dozen empty showerheads, but she took the one next to me. I goggled. She had casually removed her towel and was hanging it up on the hook. My jaw dropped as she turned around, my eyes absorbing her athletic and toned body, the pert tits suddenly on display next to me.