[M4F] late nights at the university gym
The university gym is the place where I used to spend most of my time after classes. It was the place where I came to mentally rest, giving me some time to clear my head after hours of lectures, tutorials, readings and professors who talked as if we all had the same decade of experience on the subject matter.
Lately though, the gym has become an unbearable place. I guess could have seen it coming at the start of a new semester, but this time it was worse. The new influx of “new semester new me” was greater than usual. Additionally, since it was early spring the “time to work on my summer body” people also started to work out after class.
These new people had no gym etiquette, recording themselves in front of the mirrors, hogging up more dumbbells than they had hands and in general being a complete nuisance or oblivious to others in the gym. After a few frustrating workouts and near accidents, I decided to do my workout later at night instead.
The gym was almost empty during those hours. Instead of the bustling of a crowded gym, these hours were filled with the faint humming of treadmills and the occasional drop of barbells and dumbbells after a set. The emptiness of the gym made my eyes wander in between sets. After a while, I came to recognise the usual gym goers of this hour.
That’s when I started noticing you.
At first, I thought it was a coincidence. I’d finish my sets and move to a different machine. Not much later you’d end up nearby. Not in the obvious sense of working out next to me, but close enough to be in my peripheral view. I’d catch you looking at me in between sets, however whenever our eyes met, you’d look away. Almost as if you knew you were caught staring.
Sometimes, if I was on the bench facing the mirrors, I’d watch your reflection, curious if you would look again. And you did, your eyes lingering a little too long, eyeing my muscle toned arms, my sweaty chest.
I caught myself seeking you out with my eyes as well. Whenever you did your Romanian deadlifts, my eyes were focused on your hips. During the chest flies, my eyes were fixed on your cleavage as they were smushed together.
And in return you noticed me staring during your workout. We were both fully aware of our quiet game. It created this insatiable tension that neither of us wanted to acknowledge yet was part of each workout we “shared”.
Thank you for reading. This is my first attempt at writing a prompt and I hope it entices you to write back. Feel free to continue from my prompt or strike up a conversation to discuss the story in more detail.
Some of my kinks: Anal, public sex, workout sex, cum play, sweat, race play
Limits: scat, gore, drugs