I’ve always been meaning to get more in shape. I have a gym membership but I only end up going once or twice a month. Lately I’ve been trying to be better about it, and that turned to being a regular after meeting James. He was tall (6’8), muscular, black, sexy as fuck. Always weight training with his shorts and tight shirts. I loved watching him as I worked out, imagining what he looked like naked.
Eventually I got the nerve to introduce myself. I made some excuse, said I wanted to learn more about the weights and asked him to tell me about it. Turned out he was a really charming guy, we hit it off. The next few times I visited the gym we worked out together and I caught him checking me out. This last time, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place when we were done. I smiled, coyly asking him what we’d do there. He winked and said I should use my imagination. I did, so to his place we went.
We started out talking, having a drink.