As a thick and chubby woman, I have spent years oscillating between being lazy in bed and hitting the gym. These days I have been going, 3 days in total, but I have been.
Today, after a small jog I stepped in, almost dragging my steps and evidently disappointed with the number of guys inside. It’s a small township gym with 3 sides glass. High-rise towers around can peep in, in the evening.
Ignoring my surroundings, I found an empty spot and streched up, wirh my arms taught above my head. As I breathed in with my eyes closed I felt a gush of AC cold air on my belly. I relaxed down to find my loose crop top hooked above my boobs loosely. In the side mirror, I could see the outline of my fat butt and thick but toned thighs in my leggings. I was distracted from this self admiration by a middle aged man who had stopped in middle of his lunge staring at my belly. He did not realise that I can still see him in the mirror. I quickly pulled my top down, only to find my cleavage valley. Terrible choice of clothes for a room full of adrenaline rushed men.
I did not think much and got on the treadmill for a run. As I aced up, my tits’ jumping did too. After 5 minutes I had to slow down to put them back in my sports bra which was mostly strings. Ughh… in that halt, I looked up at the mirror to check out the people in the room-
The middle aged man, almost done with his set.
Two 18-19 year old boys, the kind trying really hard to dissolve baby fat and build some muscles, they were half way there. On the weights was a late 20s short but really dedicated and built man, with amazing stub.
I snapped out of admiring his facial hair when I realised tgat he saw me, but he blushed it away. I felt awfully embarassed.
I finished my warm up and went to the floor to start my leg workout. As I started with the lunges, Mr. Stub showed up with two weights and offered me to increase intensity. I took them, tried and almost tumbled to which he grabbed me around the waist. His sweaty hands felt very warm around my cold waist and I felt weaker. I got myself together and stood up. He offered to support me while I tried these lunges. He stood behind me, I could feel his breathe on my neck. Then he slowly slid his hand on my sides to belly, slowly gliding it up till he found the naked strip between the rim of my leggings and bra under my top. Then he whispered, “go down”, I was enchanted and just followed his command. Every time I dipped down and rose back up, he felt closer, warmer and eventually… harder.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qasfjh/dragged_myself_to_the_gym_part_1_fm
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