I promised myself I wouldn’t do it. I thought about it so many times, but I’ve always managed to stay sane. Until yesterday. I’m sorry, past Noëlle. Believe me, I tried.
I love going to the gym. It’s a place where I can just zone out. Headphones on, minding my own business, making sure my butt is still worth eyeing. This time, I wasn’t at my own gym, ‘cuz I was staying at my parents for the weekend (they didn’t know about the break-up, ‘cuz they didn’t even know I had been dating. long story.)
I didn’t think I was going to be so horny. I had already rubbed twice that morning, once in my bed just after waking up, and again in the shower. I thought I was pretty much spent for the day. I thought wrong.
It wasn’t long before I realized, either. Maybe it was the new environment. Maybe it was the fact that I had barely had been allowed an orgasm once or twice a week, for months. I don’t know. Do I really need a reason?
Whatever it was, I was determined to not let it get to me. Being the good girl that I am (grins), I changed into my pink tights and black top and headed out into the gym. It was about the same size as the one in my own city, but there weren’t even half the people in it. I went straight for the squatting cage, my go-to piece of equipment.
I took my sweet time, starting easy, slowly ramping things up. There weren’t many guys around, but I knew they were watching. And I couldn’t blame them, ‘cuz the tights were really living up to their name, and my thong was showing through them pretty clearly. Oh, well.
After almost half an hour of squatting, my legs were toast. I was about to go upstairs to do some stretching and work on my abs, but my brain told me to go back to the dressing room first. I entered a bathroom stall and started to peel my tights down my legs. Not ‘cuz I was going to touch (I’ve done that before) (OMG! totally forgot I actually told you guys about that!), but ‘cuz a little voice in my head said the next part of my workout would be more fun without panties on. It was pretty awkward to come back out again with the two girls standing there, but I think I managed to put my thong in my locker without them seeing what I was doing.
There was a lot of equipment upstairs, but there was also a wide open space decidated for other types of workouts. I grabbed a yoga mat from the wall and put it down in the corner. There were maybe six other people around, and most of them were minding their own business. I started with a set of sit-ups, but as soon as I took a break, the opportunity started to dawn on me.
It wasn’t even that dangerous. Sitting on the yoga mat, my legs pulled up, it was al to easy to wrap my arm around my thigh and dive in for a touch. As soon as my fingers brushed the fabric of my tights, I knew my two morning orgasms hadn’t nearly been enough. I couldn’t stop touching. Keeping an eye on the few people around, I upped the pressure. I was pretty sure my angle of attack made it impossible for them to see what was going on, but it was still pretty nerve-wrecking.
Not even remotely nerve-wrecking enough to stop, though.
It took me a handful of minutes. I kept up appearances by doing a few sets of sit-ups in between, but my focus had long shifted. Every second I wasn’t working my abs, I was rubbing my fingers between my legs.
I waited for the perfect moment, and it wasn’t long before it arrived. When the only person who would technically be able to see anything, a tall guy in his thirties, left, I knew my chance had come. With my knees pulled up, my legs together, I looked around one last time, and slipped my hand into my tights.
Eight seconds, maybe. That was all it took. Eight seconds of index finger touching my happy little button. I was even a little surprised it went that fast. There wasn’t even enough time to reconsider. When my legs started to shake, I yanked my hand out from between them, braced myself against the floor, and let the orgasm run through my body. The people around me were still doing their own thing, and I was pretty sure no one had noticed anything.
When I had come back down to earth, I did one final set of sit-ups. Then, I made for the dressing room. I lingered around long enough for the group of girls to leave, and when I was finally alone, I quickly stripped out of my tights. By the time another girl entered, I had already put my thong and jeans back on, and I managed to leave the gym with a pretty wide grin all over my face.