I [F] went to the gym with no bra or panties

This happened a couple weeks ago. On my way home from work, I get a notice from my apartment complex that the water is shut off due to a maintenance issue. I’m annoyed, but I feel gross and can’t imagine going to bed without a shower. I remember there’s a gym close to job and call them up.

A deep voice answers the phone, asking how he can help, and I explain my situation. “I’ll pay a guest fee if I have to,” I say adamantly. “Take my next paycheck if you want, but I really need a shower.”

He laughs, “Nah, you’re good, I got you. Just come in, I’ll be at the front desk.”

I’m strolling in moments later, a hastily packed bag flung over my arm. The cool air whooshes through my uniform as I look around, marveling at the size and activity of the place. The gym is packed with other people fresh off of work and exercising, running on some special energy I clearly don’t have. The guy at the front desk flashes me a handsome smile as I approach, making the light glint off his nose ring. *Fuck, he’s even cuter than he sounded.* “Hey, you’re the one that called, right?” he says, noting my clothes. I nod. “Did you bring a towel?”

*No. I’m gonna shower, stroll out here naked and ask you for one.* I run a hand through my hair, as if shaking off the dirty thought, and nod again. He shows me to the women’s locker room, and I quickly head for the shower, eager to shed my layer of work grime. It’s only afterward, with warm water dribbling off my curves, that I realize the towel I grabbed is way too short. It rolls down to my nipples, stops halfway over my ass and barely skirts the top of my thighs, leaving very little to the imagination. I’m not too worried since there was no one in the changing area.
*At least not before…*

I’ve barely pulled my big t-shirt over my head when two girls come around the corner, sitting right behind me as they talk about their workout . Anyone else might be irritated, but the little exhibitionist in me is thrilled as I casually let the towel drop from my hips, leaving me bottomless in front of strangers. My breath quickens as I bend over to gather my things, knowing my shirt is rising up over my fat asscheeks each time. I could probably flash my cute pussy if I bent a little further. Their casual conversation goes on, clearly unbothered as I pull on my sleep shorts. But their presence is enough to make my heart pound in my ears, my inner thighs steaming with excitement.

I glance in the mirror as I exit the locker room. The shape of my breasts and dark areolas are vaguely visible beneath my white shirt, which clings determinedly to my moisturized skin. The shorts are loose but cinch at my waist, revealing the jiggling expanse of my thighs and just a teasing handful of my butt. And dressed like this is how I now have to cross the gym, which seems even more crowded than before. I tell myself everyone is busy with their workouts, but I can feel hungry glances lingering on me, watching the sway of my hips and the gentle bounce of my breasts. My body flushes with warmth at the rush of being seen and I feel suddenly like a rabbit in a throng of wolves. A naked, horny rabbit. *Girl, calm down. This isn’t Beastars, and no one’s paying that much attention.*

But that’s proven false as I round the corner to the front desk, passing a group of three muscular guys with curly hair and handsome, sittable faces. I hear one of them trail off midsentence as I swish by, his eyes glued to my back…or elsewhere. I giggle to myself as I wave to get the employee’s attention.

“Thank you, I feel so much better. My water is still out, so I wanted to fill up my water bottle. Can you show me where the station is?”

And then it’s time for another strut, my heart now seeming to beat right between my legs. I walk past that group again, and the same guy isn’t shy about watching me. I meet his eyes for a second and then look away, my face hot as I swallow a mix of nerves and arousal. I swear I saw a smirk on his face, almost like he *knew* what I was getting at. Walking around pretending to be innocent, stirring up desire and testosterone. Like he knew I really wanted to be bent over, have my cute little shorts yanked aside and let him pump into me furiously like I was the next round of his workout routine. I could imagine his other friends cheering him on, maybe reaching out to grope and slap my tits while he parted my legs, easily lifted my thick body, and bounced me on his throbbing, hard–

“Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

The employee’s words snap me out of my dirty little daydream, and I can tell by the friendly expression he actually means it. *Oh I need something else,* I think, giving a grateful and innocent smile, *but that’s not in your job description…*

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