It was late at night. Bryce always went to the gym late. He was self-conscious, and hated working out around other people. He hated imagining them staring or laughing at him, taking pictures of the fat guy working out. The fact was he wasn’t that fat, but certainly felt like it. He hated his body and hated his looks, thus the time spent at the gym. He was almost always alone, but tonight he wasn’t.
Her name was Jazmine, and as far as Bryce was concerned she was a literal Goddess. Tall, with thick, muscular thighs and big arms. A small chest and the firmest, roundest ass he had ever seen. He watched her silently from the corner of the gym, pretending to focus on his bicep curls but watching her run on the treadmill from the large mirrors on the wall in front of him. Watching her legs move, watching her ass bouncing with every push forward. He assumed she had been there for a while based off how wet her clothes were with sweat. She was really giving it all. He could feel himself growing hornier and hornier watching her. Letting his mind wander with fantasies, feeling his basketball shorts showing as his boner grew in them. He was thankful when she got off the treadmill and headed into the women’s locker room to shower.