Dylan had never done this before, but while he pretended to check his phone, he opened up his camera app and took a picture.
He was a regular at his college’s gym, never missing a session or skipping leg day. He had his sets planned out, and he compulsively kept a record in his phone of the details of every workout. The rush of people at the start of the New Year was dwindling now, but one of the new girls he’d noticed was still around. She kept to herself, to the point that she still wore a mask, but Dylan thought he had caught her eye at least once.
He took another photo, then recorded a 15 second video.
It was cowardly and creepy, but her legs and ass looked unbelievable in her powder-blue leggings, especially while she did squats. With a cropped tank top that was little more than a sports bra, he had a clear view of the pale skin of her back, and with the aid of the mirror, he zoomed in on her tight tummy. As creepy as this was, he thought it was better than hitting on her while she was working out. At least, that’s what he told himself. Really he was worried that she’d go the way of all the other resolutioners, and he’d never get a glimpse of that round ass again.