The gym at my apartment complex is more of a big room with exercise equipment in it so after a few weeks you start to recognize the regulars. I’m an early morning guy so every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I’d head inside and nod hellos to the rest of the early risers before going about my work out. There are usually 3 or 4 people in the gym at that hour, but the lovely woman who walked for 45 minutes on the treadmill every morning is the star of our story.
Every morning when I’d walk into the room around 6:15am she’d be there on the treadmill, greeting me with a smile as her buxom chest bounced rhythmically with each step. She appeared to be in her mid 40’s, maybe early 50’s with long auburn hair, beautiful brown eyes and a perpetual deep tan. She was on the taller side, 5’8”ish, with thick but toned legs that worked their way into an ample behind I was rather fond of stealing glances at. Her outfits were always very similar, Lululemon leggings, and a loose tank over a sports bra. Enough skin showing and form fitting to pique the imagination without crossing the line of being overtly seductive.