Chapter 1: Meeting at the Gym

The sound of the alarm pulled me out of a sweet sleep. I had recently decided to wake up at the same time on weekends as I did on weekdays, and that decision wasn’t coming easily to me. Nevertheless, summoning my willpower, I rolled out of bed, walked over to the dresser where my phone sat, and turned off the alarm. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed the phone, and headed to the kitchen.

I quickly brewed some coffee, cooked an omelet, turned on some music, and sat down to eat. The strong drink quickly chased away the last traces of sleep, and as I swallowed the eggs, my eyes casually drifted to the wall clock. The gym I attend opens at eight, and until ten o’clock they have a bonus window—one visit counts as half. If I was already up at such an ungodly hour, I might as well take advantage of it.

I finished eating quickly, tossed the dishes into the sink, and returned to the bedroom to grab my workout clothes from the closet. Just as I was about to get dressed, I noticed my morning wood. I tossed the clothes aside, pulled down my underwear, turned on some porn on my phone, and started jerking off. Since my last relationship ended two years ago, I had barely gotten any sexual gratification—even a couple of hired escorts had resulted in nothing more than wasted money, to say nothing of masturbation. But an erection would be way too noticeable in gym shorts, so I quickly squeezed out a release, neatly cleaned up after myself, and dressed rapidly.

Grabbing my indoor shoes, I headed for the exit. Locking the apartment door behind me, I walked briskly down the stairs to the street, where I was greeted by the hum of traffic and a warm wind carrying the salty ocean air. I got into my car and merged into the road, which, despite it being a Saturday morning, was packed with cars. Traffic was even worse than on a weekday, so my rather short drive took nearly an hour.

“Well, at least the parking lot isn’t full,” I said to myself, driving onto the gym grounds.

Parking quickly right near the entrance, I walked toward the fitness club. Stepping inside, I gave a nod to the front desk receptionist, tapped my membership card against the turnstile, and walked down the hallway to the locker room. I changed into my gym shoes, tossed my stuff into a locker, and headed out into the main gym area, which was almost empty.

I let my gaze sweep over the various exercise machines, and my eyes landed on a young blonde woman—or rather, on her ass. The girl was doing dumbbell squats, and with every downward motion, the tight fabric of her gym leggings stretched over firm buttocks that completely locked my attention. My heart rate spiked, and forgetting where I was, I began blatantly staring at her rear. With every squat I grew hotter, my breathing grew heavier, and at one point my knees actually started to tremble.