The weights seemed to get heavier every time I lifted them.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
I began to breathe harder as I lifted the bar over and over, worried that my arms would eventually give out and the steel bar and the heavy weights on the ends would come crashing down on me. I didn't have a spotter since I usually prefer to work out alone. All I needed was my iPod and a bottle of Gatorade and I could work out for hours by myself.
I'm Jennifer. I'm not very much of a people person. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't have friends, but I guess I'm what you would call 'independent'. I don't have a boyfriend and I live with a roommate who is never around. So I spend most of my time here at the gym.... maybe a little too much time...
After what seemed like a hundred reps, my arms started to shake. I couldn't hold the bar up any longer and I didn't even have the energy to put it back into it resting place. The bar and all it's weight came crashing down towards my face. Not even having the energy to move I shut my eyes and waited for the impact. I sat there for 5 seconds waiting for a huge headache, but it never came. I opened my eyes and saw a rather buff, brown hair, brown-eyed man standing over me. Putting the weight back onto the rack.
"You okay?"he asked,"looks like it almost gotcha, didn't it?" Not knowing what to say or even having the energy to say I just laid there staring at him. He seemed to realize that I was exhausted and helped me sit up. I sat there in a daze until I felt something cold press up against my forehead and a towel draped around my neck.
I managed to mutter out a weak "Thanks". "Don't mention it,"he said,"just relax."
He gave me a few minutes to rest then he helped me up and we walked over to a couch in the lobby. We sat there for a minute to make sure I was alright, then he said,"Wow. You can really lift weights." Getting some energy back I replied,"Thanks, it's kind of my hobby."
"Well it certainly shows," he commented as he looked over my sweaty but incredibly fit body which was only covered by skimpy sports bra and skin tight shorts,"especially your six-pack."
"Thanks, it's pretty obvious you work out too," I replied, trying to be polite as I recovered. As I looked him over I could see through his tank-top that he had large biceps, a decently large chest, and chiseled abs and legs to match.
"Oh, I'm Allen by the way."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jennifer."
It must have been obvious that I was getting sore from all my weight lifting because he suddenly offered, "Well, Jennifer, how about a massage?"
Normally I would have declined, but right then a massage sounded amazing. "Sure," I said as he helped me up. He then led me over to a door near the back of the building. "In here," he said as he opened the door to the private sauna.
"We're not going to a massage chair?" I asked. "Nope," he replied, " the steam will help you relax more."
So we went in and he told me to have a seat. So I sat down as he locked the door.
"Don't want anyone disturbing your massage." He said with a flirtatious smile. He then came over and sat behind me on the bench. Without saying anything his hands gently rubbed my shoulders. I immediately began feeling very relaxed. He moved his strong hand up and down my back, increasing my relaxation. I also began feeling very aroused. My nipples became hard as he continued to rub me. I felt his hands rubbing my sides, which made me feeling even more aroused.
I scooting back into him more, which made his hands wrap around my toned stomach.