Living in the Spotlight
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I've got to come clean right off the bat: there are plenty of lovely ladies who saunter around my gym, ranging from adorable to drop-dead gorgeous. Some of them give off a predatory vibe, ready to pounce. Others are a mix of all shapes and sizes. Most of them, though, are in their early twenties or thirties. Unfortunately, I'm neither that age nor in peak physical condition. I may have a chiseled look for someone my age, but I can't compare to Lenny Kravitz with his washboard abs in his late fifties.
After each workout, I always wrap things up with a visit to the jacuzzi in the Swim area. Sometimes too many people at the jacuzzi are there just to hang out instead of exercising. They're also the ones who seem homeless, mysteriously possessing a gym membership through some healthcare plan. When these individuals are present, I'm hesitant to share the chlorinated water with them, wondering if they're wearing Depends and what might be in them.
Today's session was lucky. I didn't see the usual suspects hanging out, and the mini pool was empty. So I indulged in a cozy, post-workout soak, even though I had pushed myself a bit too hard.
While soaking, I spotted someone strolling around the pool's edge, encompassing the lap lanes. I couldn't tell if they were out of shape, male, or female. Then she sauntered around the pool's corner near the jacuzzi, giving me a few clues. With the way her full breasts wobbled, I figured it out.
She was wearing a pastel-colored bathing suit with the word "Beverly Hills" written in old-fashioned lettering across her slightly overweight belly. Her six-pack abs? Definitely lacking.
I observed as she stepped out of the jacuzzi and strolled over to the shower. Turning on the water, she began dousing herself completely, causing her suit to become quite transparent. It was apparent she was exhibiting herself.
Not only were her large breasts bouncing from side to side, but her nipples were swelling and standing erect. And as I peeked below her hips, I could see her suit partially exposed. It was barely shielding one set of "lips" inside her crotch, giving me a glimpse of half of her slit.
I considered making a comment like, "Hey! You're quite the exhibitionist," but I resisted. I didn't want her to run to staff and accuse me of harassment, so I left her be.
After a moment, she turned off the water and entered the sauna room, and I was half-tempted to join her and whoever else was inside. However, I chose to walk past the steamy glass window.
Now and then, I see girls who crave attention. Was this woman one of them? If I had decided to take her up on her seemingly inviting display, what would I have done?
I could've stashed my gear in a locker and returned to the sauna room to check if she was the only one there.
I could've brought her to her home and taken a risk of arriving home to an irate burly man shouting, "What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend?"
Should I have taken a shot with the latter option? Was I that desperate to get a quick fix, potentially taking a gamble on a seedy situation? Or should I have escorted her home, entertaining the idea of pulling her bathing suit bottom aside, excited to please her?
In the end, I decided against risking it and left her be.
Yet another distressed woman waiting to be hooked up with? Could be more perilous than an insignificant drudge. Engage in intimate relations with a body whose charms later leave me regretting it if she commences to fall in love?
No thanks. There are abundant other women looking for a scrap of attention. Against all odds, hope there'll be some with alluring physical attributes to enjoy.
Plodding on into the locker room, I then pondered taking a shower and privately climaxing in there? Goodness gracious, I need to venture out more!
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