Over the last few years, I’ve become really much more health-conscious and I now try and get to the gym three or four days every week. I’m lucky that my office is directly connected to a building with a really modern facility with a pool, right in the middle of Sydney. It costs a bit more, but I found that when I started, it was the convenience of not having to go too far which was the biggest factor in my gym attendance.
Oh, and I tried everything.
I hired a sexy guy to be my personal trainer, but he spent no time checking out my ass and looking at all the young 20something girls with the Kim Kardashian asses.
If I’m paying you to train me, the least you can do is to focus on checking out my ass somewhat exclusively during out time together.
I decided that I needed to focus, so I hired a sexy female personal trainer. I’m not really into other women sexually, although I’ve dabbled a few times over the last couple of years and enjoyed it, so I figured I wasn’t going to get distracted by who he was checking out. The problem was that I ended up being distracted by her constantly hard nipples.
Once I moved to working out at the gym in our office complex, I just found that proximity worked for me - I had no excuse to not go.
And I’m also something of a snob, my gym is state of the art and because it’s a bit more expensive, it is usually less crowded. Plus, my membership lets me go to the other facilities that the company has around the country if I’m traveling.
Today, was legs day - I never skip leg day.
I used to have the skinniest, most pathetic legs and no ass at all. It was like I had two Q-tips attached to my lower back.
After about six months of working on my legs, I got definition in my calves, quads, and hamstrings. The magic started about a year in when I developed a proper ass.
And finally, the adductor muscles appeared. I had no idea they were there until I had my legs wrapped around this man’s head who was pleasuring me orally and he asked me to lighten up because my adductors were squeezing his head. This was a very exciting time for me.
Anyway, today I was at the gym and the shower area has open, individual glass stalls. You’ve got the wall in front of you, two frosted glass panels on each side of you, and the rear of the stall is open.
When I was done my workout, I had to wait because the showers were all taken, so I stood at the back walkway, wrapped in a towel and effectively watched these other women soap themselves up and shower.
I noticed myself checking out their bodies.
“She has such perky tits considering how big they are.”
“How does she make her landing strip so perfect.”
“I love the way her hair shines.”
It wasn’t really sexual, but it also wasn’t that normal way that we women check each other out because we’re catty and trying to find out place in the pecking order.
Having said that, I was totally looking at them as sexual beings.
Thankfully, a shower stall opened up, the perfect landing strip lady smiled at me as she passed by and I swear I saw her checking out my bush (which is neatly trimmed, but not overly styled) while I was showering and she was drying off at the back bench the showers.
I got back to my desk and started eating my sandwich and soup for lunch, but I’ve not been able to shake the feeling, “Am I a gym sex pest now?”
Beth, this is fairly normal I would say.
However one major difference between you and most women appears to be that you are prepared to share your true thoughts. It is also extremely rare that someone can express herself so well in writing, and has found a manner of doing this whilst retaining some privacy. Even more rare for the writer to be in such a senior position within demanding and conservative profession.
Another would be that you have given up on suppressing your sexuality. This is unusual to say the least.
Perfect landing strip lady might be someone after your own heart. It is admirable that a woman thinks enough of her presentation that she will groom herself so well. I would guess that she likes putting on a show, and is more sexual than most.