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fell, landing on his hip, sideways on the belt. He shot off the back of the treadmill, skidding onto the padded floor.
Victoria watched him as he tumbled out of sight. She got up and tried to spot him on the floor, to see if he was okay.
Brian popped up quickly, as if nothing had happened, and he lunged to turn off the still-running treadmill.
Concerned, Victoria rushed to the gym.
Brian took a seat on a weight bench, as he was still a little dizzy from his fall.
Victoria entered the room. "Are you okay?"
He looked at her, surprised. "What? I just... Yes, I was all done."
"I saw you fall. Are you okay?"
"Fall?"
"Yeah, it looked like you took a big tumble there," Victoria said as she approached him with her nipples responding impressively to the super-cold room.
Brian took a good, long look at her bathing suit top, which was now nearly transparent, and just a few feet away. "I, uh..." was all he could manage as his eyes lingered.
"You sure you’re okay?"
"Yeah," he said.
"I’m Victoria, by the way. Jillian’s friend."
Still mesmerized, his eyes wandered down to the bikini bottom, which appeared to be not even close to being big enough to cover her. As he looked closer, he noticed it clearly showed much of what was going on down there. He swallowed hard, and then he looked up at Victoria’s face as she eyed him expectantly. When he saw her grinning, he snapped back to earth. "Oh, sorry. I’m Brian Nash. Rob and I..."
"Sure, Brian, I know who you are. I’ve heard a lot about you," she added with a sexy smile.
Brian's only response was a confused look.
Walking over to the leg curl machine, she ran her hand along the footpads as she said, "You look like you work out a lot."
"A couple times a week," he bragged.
"Do you know how to use this machine?" Victoria asked.
"Sure."
"Would you mind showing me?"
Brian walked over and pointed out how she should climb onto the machine. Victoria did as he instructed and lay on her stomach; he helped direct her ankles under each pad. After adjusted the weight to the lowest setting, he assisted her with the first repetition by pushing on the footpad. As she brought her heels nearly up to her butt, Brian stared at her amazing ass, focusing on the tiny string, which disappeared between her cheeks. As she pretended to struggle with the exercise, he moved closer, pushing harder on the footpad to help her curl her legs to the final position, mere inches from her rear.
As he did this, he noticed her swimsuit—if you could call it that—had virtually disappeared, and she was on full display for him. He slumped against the footpad, paralyzed by the sight. His sudden weight on the apparatus prevented her from returning to the starting position.
Looking into the mirrored wall, she saw what he was up to and allowed him to have a moment. When it started to feel uncomfortable, she said, "I think I’m done."
"What?" Brian asked, dumbfounded.
"Could you, uh…?"
He snapped out of it and stood up. "Sorry."
She brought the weight down, slowly slipped her legs from behind the pads, and sat up on the machine.
"How’d I do?"
"Great. Your form was... perfect," he said.
Moving to the bench press, he loaded two forty-five-pound plates onto each side, as Victoria looked on while stretching from side to side. This was a total of two hundred and twenty-five pounds, of which Brian could normally do two repetitions. But that was generally after a few warm-up sets at a lower weight. It was twenty pounds short of his maximum, but he was in the mood to impress Victoria, so he figured he would start there.
She moved to the yoga mat, about ten feet away, and watched Brian in the mirror as he lay back on the weight bench and prepared to lift the bar from the rack.
After adjusting his hand position, he glanced over at her as she worked herself into the downward-facing-dog yoga position, her string-covered ass staring back at him. She held the position, and she looked great.
Brian exhaled
Victoria watched him as he tumbled out of sight. She got up and tried to spot him on the floor, to see if he was okay.
Brian popped up quickly, as if nothing had happened, and he lunged to turn off the still-running treadmill.
Concerned, Victoria rushed to the gym.
Brian took a seat on a weight bench, as he was still a little dizzy from his fall.
Victoria entered the room. "Are you okay?"
He looked at her, surprised. "What? I just... Yes, I was all done."
"I saw you fall. Are you okay?"
"Fall?"
"Yeah, it looked like you took a big tumble there," Victoria said as she approached him with her nipples responding impressively to the super-cold room.
Brian took a good, long look at her bathing suit top, which was now nearly transparent, and just a few feet away. "I, uh..." was all he could manage as his eyes lingered.
"You sure you’re okay?"
"Yeah," he said.
"I’m Victoria, by the way. Jillian’s friend."
Still mesmerized, his eyes wandered down to the bikini bottom, which appeared to be not even close to being big enough to cover her. As he looked closer, he noticed it clearly showed much of what was going on down there. He swallowed hard, and then he looked up at Victoria’s face as she eyed him expectantly. When he saw her grinning, he snapped back to earth. "Oh, sorry. I’m Brian Nash. Rob and I..."
"Sure, Brian, I know who you are. I’ve heard a lot about you," she added with a sexy smile.
Brian's only response was a confused look.
Walking over to the leg curl machine, she ran her hand along the footpads as she said, "You look like you work out a lot."
"A couple times a week," he bragged.
"Do you know how to use this machine?" Victoria asked.
"Sure."
"Would you mind showing me?"
Brian walked over and pointed out how she should climb onto the machine. Victoria did as he instructed and lay on her stomach; he helped direct her ankles under each pad. After adjusted the weight to the lowest setting, he assisted her with the first repetition by pushing on the footpad. As she brought her heels nearly up to her butt, Brian stared at her amazing ass, focusing on the tiny string, which disappeared between her cheeks. As she pretended to struggle with the exercise, he moved closer, pushing harder on the footpad to help her curl her legs to the final position, mere inches from her rear.
As he did this, he noticed her swimsuit—if you could call it that—had virtually disappeared, and she was on full display for him. He slumped against the footpad, paralyzed by the sight. His sudden weight on the apparatus prevented her from returning to the starting position.
Looking into the mirrored wall, she saw what he was up to and allowed him to have a moment. When it started to feel uncomfortable, she said, "I think I’m done."
"What?" Brian asked, dumbfounded.
"Could you, uh…?"
He snapped out of it and stood up. "Sorry."
She brought the weight down, slowly slipped her legs from behind the pads, and sat up on the machine.
"How’d I do?"
"Great. Your form was... perfect," he said.
Moving to the bench press, he loaded two forty-five-pound plates onto each side, as Victoria looked on while stretching from side to side. This was a total of two hundred and twenty-five pounds, of which Brian could normally do two repetitions. But that was generally after a few warm-up sets at a lower weight. It was twenty pounds short of his maximum, but he was in the mood to impress Victoria, so he figured he would start there.
She moved to the yoga mat, about ten feet away, and watched Brian in the mirror as he lay back on the weight bench and prepared to lift the bar from the rack.
After adjusting his hand position, he glanced over at her as she worked herself into the downward-facing-dog yoga position, her string-covered ass staring back at him. She held the position, and she looked great.
Brian exhaled
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