(Debating if I continue with this story, let me know if you like the set up!)

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“Enjoy your workout” The gym host smiled wide as he gave Aubrey his usual reassuring nod. Aubrey’s gym was full of physically built, attractive people with tight clothes exposing their chiseled bodies. The women were out of this world with large breasts and asses, and tight skin. Whereas Aubrey was skinny, pale, and flat so she would show up in the same old sweatpants and sweatshirt until she had built enough curves.

As she walked across the gym, the smell of sweat and cologne filled her nose while the sounds from cold metal echoed across the room. Her heart began to flutter as she spotted the tall, bald man covered in tattoos from the corner of her eye. She wondered what his name was, but she knew she would always see him on Tuesdays and Saturdays, so those were the days she had committed to coming to the gym. She was not sure what it was about this man, but out of all the alluring people in this gym, he was the one she was intoxicated by. She wondered how old he was. Possibly 10 years older.

 Aubrey had always been too scared to venture into the weight area to get closer to him, but something inside her snapped. Despite her doubts, she lowered herself onto a weight-lifting bench just a foot away from him. She felt him glance over in her direction and quickly averted her gaze. As Aubrey's workout progressed, she noticed the man looking over at her several times. At first, she thought it might be a coincidence, but then she caught his eye, and he flashed her a smile that spread across his handsome face. Aubrey felt her heart melt at the sight and gave him a shy smile in return. In that instant, she knew she had to get to know him better, even if it meant stepping outside her comfort zone.

She built up as much courage as she could and strutted in his direction. Aubrey squeezed her arm and fluttered her lashes as she looked up at the man she had been admiring from afar. "Hey there!" she said, her voice nearly shaking. "I hope I'm not bothering you, but I've been looking for someone who might have time to spot me on the squat rack." She gestured to the rack he was using.

 His smile widened, revealing his dimples. "You are more than welcome to use mine, dear. What is your name? I'm Micah." He reached out his large hand to her.

Aubrey's cheeks flushed as she extended her hand and gently shook his. "Aubrey." She felt her heart race with excitement. As they shrugged off their mutual shyness, Aubrey placed herself underneath the large bar, trying not to think about Micah’s view of her ass.

She heard Micah remove the larger weights. “Is 50 heavy enough for you?”

She breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she didn't have to tell him how much weight she could lift. “Oh 50 will work.”

With each squat, she felt her pussy swell as Micah stood inches away from her. She tried everything in her power not to think about squatting on top of him. As she finished her final set, Aubrey turned toward him and said, "Thank you," while trying to maintain her gaze on his dark brown eyes.

He chuckled, "I like your sweatshirt.”

She glanced down at the Star Wars logo on her shirt. She rubbed the back of her head and replied, "Oh, thanks. It's slightly embarrassing compared to what everyone else wears here."

He tilted his head and pursed his lips. “I’d say you’re the best dressed, Aubrey dear.” She giggled and shook her head. Unable to help her gaze, she began to admire his perfectly sculpted arms, falling to his veiny hands. Then she couldn’t help but notice the nice bulge from his tight gray shorts. “It might be you who looks the best, Micah.” She breathed, averting her eyes in shock at her boldness.

“How old are you, Aubrey?”

“I’m 23. And you?”

“45. So, if you want to retract your flirtatious compliment, I won't be offended.”

Aubrey attempted to suppress any signs of shock from showing on her face. Micah did not look a day over 35. She had never been with someone that much older than her, but the thought of it turned her on. She began to imagine how good he would be in bed, especially with his tongue between her legs. Red flushed across her face. She composed herself and firmly placed her hands on her hips. “I believe the compliment holds more truth than it did before.”

Micah’s eyes danced with amusement. “Let me see your phone.”

Aubrey placed her phone in Micah’s callused hand. He began entering his phone number, and gently placed it back into her own. “Take some time and think about it. If you want to have some fun, call me.”

Aubrey’s eyes narrowed, “I can’t just text you?”

Micah began to speak, but then paused and assessed Aubrey from head to toe. As his gaze met hers, he reiterated, "Call me," and carried on with his workout.