It's been a few weeks that I have noticed you at the gym. Every time you show up I can't help but notice you and your gorgeous body. The tight sweaters that seem to make your breasts even more prominent, the short skirts that just seem to highlight that perfect ass. Even the tight yoga pants that cling to your skin as if they are a second layer of skin. You are a gorgeous woman and I can't help but stare.

I would be lying though if I didn't say it was your breasts that drew my attention the first time. The way they stretched the material of your sweater. It almost seemed that they were trying to escape, trying to burst forth from the fabric that was trying to restrain them. They were full, round, and firm. Your nipples were clearly visible.

Every day I go to the gym, hoping that you would be there and every day I was not disappointed.

Today, when you showed up, you were wearing the most tantalizing outfit that I had ever seen. Tight yoga pants that clung to your body, showing off those long shapely legs. Your ass seemed even more pronounced. It was as if the fabric had been painted on. Your top was a form fitting sleeveless shirt, with a built in bra that did an excellent job of holding your breasts. As you did your normal stretches I could see for the first time your armpits. To my surprise you didn't shave them. This sent a rush through my body, making me tingle in places that have not felt the touch of a woman in a long time. The sight of your underarms only seemed to make you sexier.

You walked around, talking with people, and every so often you would stretch your arms above your head, or out to the side, or behind your back. I couldn't take my eyes off your exposed underarms.

After an hour of you being there and me sitting in the corner, unable to move, you approached me. "You seem to have been staring at me a lot lately."

I blushed. "You are a gorgeous woman."

"Is that the only reason?"

"Well, I will be honest. There is one other reason."

"And what is that?"

"You don't shave your underarms."

You smiled and stretched your arms above your head, exposing more of your underarm. I felt my cock start to stir and get hard. "That doesn't bother you, does it?"

I shook my head. "No, actually, it makes you even sexier."

You dropped your arms to your sides and smiled. "I can't tell you how refreshing it is to meet a guy that isn't turned off by my hairiness. I have gone out with guys who have told me that they would not consider a relationship with a woman that doesn't shave."

I shook my head. "What an idiot. He's missing out on a very beautiful, sexy, and intelligent woman."

You smiled, "Do you want to know a secret?"

"What?"

You stepped closer and whispered, "I don't shave anywhere."

I could feel my cock now pressing against my pants, wanting to be freed. I looked around, seeing if anyone else was in the gym. As far as I could tell we were alone.

"Would you like to see?"

I could feel myself gulp. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. It will be our little secret. Meet me in the sauna in five minutes."

I watched you walk off, your ass seeming to sway with each step.

I waited the five minutes, which seemed to drag on and on. Once the time had passed, I got up and walked into the sauna.