I first noticed him over by the weights, his arms and shoulders glistening with sweat under the fluorescent lights. He was lost in the music flowing through his headphones, nodding his head almost imperceptibly as he executed another bicep curl. I studied him from a distance, taking him in. Salt and pepper hair. Strong jawline. Mysterious eyes. Built.

Just my type.

I’d told myself I wasn’t going to do this again; that it had only been a few weeks since the last one, but as I continued to watch him, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. There was something about the way he moved, focused and intense, every rep executed with determination. He had a look of pure concentration, and I knew what it was he really wanted.

And I wanted it too.

When he paused to catch his breath, I made my move. I strolled over to the weights near him and bent down, slowly, pretending to reach for a set on the lower rack. I knew my leggings hugged my body perfectly, and I could feel his eyes on me before I even looked up. I bit my lip to hide a smirk.

“Are you using these?” I asked, lifting my head and catching his gaze, opening my mouth slightly, knowing that my lips were wet.

He shook his head, looking slightly taken aback. “No, all yours.”

He had the look of a man who wasn’t used to being approached like this, which made it all the more fun. I picked up the weights and stood a little closer than necessary, setting up my mat right beside his. He seemed surprised for a moment and then shrugged it off, a little tell-tale tension remaining in his shoulders.

I continued my workout, trying my best not to make it obvious, leaning into every stretch, every bend, making sure he had a front-row view of my body. I felt a thrill at the way his eyes drifted to me as he continued his reps, like he was working out his frustration on the weights.

I arched my back, reaching up to the sky, my huge tits bulging out of my sports bra, the mound of my pussy pressing my yoga pants. I knew how I looked, and I knew that he was looking. I wondered if he was hard already.

When I reached up to adjust my ponytail, he glanced away quickly, trying to play it cool. It was cute, really, how he was pretending not to notice, when I knew he was taking in every little movement.

“Seems like you’ve got a pretty intense workout routine,” I said, raising an eyebrow. Suggestive but friendly.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, just trying to stay in shape.”

“Oh, I can tell,” I replied, letting my gaze linger on his shoulders, his arms. “It’s working.”

There was a brief pause, and I could tell he was unsure how to respond. I loved watching him fumble, seeing the slight blush creep onto his cheeks. He might have looked tough, but I could tell there was a soft side hiding underneath, one that didn’t know how to handle a woman coming on this strong. Perfect.

“Do you come here often?” he asked, trying to regain some control of the situation. Admirable, but futile.

“Only when I’m in the mood for a good workout,” I said with a smile. His expression told me he briefly considered my double meaning, but then dismissed it as being in his imagination.

I held his gaze for a long moment, letting him stew a little, and then I bent over slowly to retrieve my towel, giving him a full view of my big round ass in my black leggings, hoping the material looked as tight on my pussy as it felt. When I stood up, I gave him another smile. Innocent and friendly, like I didn’t know what I had just done.

“So… do you have a name?” I asked, cocking my head.

“Jimi,” he said, clearing his throat. “And you?”

“Sarah,” I replied, reaching out my hand. His grip was firm, and he held onto my hand just a bit longer than necessary, as if testing the waters. There was a tension there, simmering under the polite smiles and small talk. The kind of tension I fed off.

“Well, Jimi,” I continued, letting go of his hand. I picked up my towel. “It’s been nice…working out near you.”

I laughed and so did he, but I I could see the look of disappointment flicker in his eyes as he realized I was getting ready to leave. As I turned away, I looked back over my shoulder, giving him one last enticing smile. “You know, I could use a spotter sometime,” I said casually. “You look like you could handle it?”

“Definitely,” said, a little too quickly. He seemed to take a little breath to regain his composure. “I’d like that.”

“Perfect,” I said, feeling a thrill run through me. Got him. “How about we make it a date, then? Same time tomorrow?”

He nodded, clearly trying to keep his cool but failing, a little nervousness entering his voice. “Tomorrow works.”

“Great,” I said, starting to walk away and then stropping, turning back to him and looking over my shoulder, my round ass still facing him. “Oh, I almost forgot. My car will be in the shop tomorrow; I don’t suppose we could do it at my place?”