Flashing my conspicuously new membership card, I went to the changing rooms and found a locker. I put on my shorts, a faded band t-shirt from my youth and the new trainers. I looked in the mirror- a forty-something in need of some serious work, I thought. I filled my water bottle from the tap, and headed out to the main gym.
After five minutes on a Nordic Ski machine I felt my lungs burning and my muscles aching. I slowed the pace, getting into a comfortable rhythm, and took a look around the room.
Only about six people in there with me, and quite a lot of day-glo on show. I smiled to myself. I stayed on the skier for another ten minutes, building the pace toward the end. I was already bathed in sweat, but figured it was all for the best.
I got onto the treadmill, and ran slowly, more of a fast walk. I needed to build up slowly, gently. Taking a swig of water, I put the bottle back into the holder beside the machine. My eyes were drawn to a flash of platinum blonde hair to my right. I tried to be discreet, not wanting to gain a reputation as a voyeur on my first visit.
She was about mid twenties, I’d guess. Short spiky hair, dyed platinum, an elfin face, very pretty. She had headphones on and seemed oblivious to her surroundings. Her outfit was tight lycra, with pink trainers. She was really going for it. Somewhat inspired, I picked up the pace too, and instantly regretted it. I hadn’t realised just how unfit I was, years of office work had taken its toll on me.
I slowed, then stopped, picking up my bottle and towel. I stood, hands on hips, trying to catch my breath before heading to the changing room. I had to pass Platinum to get there. She looked at me as I passed, I immediately made myself look a complete twat by waving cheerily at her. I went even redder, and slunk off.
It hurt to get undressed, but I managed it. Towel around my waist, I made for the showers. The cubicles stood in a line, the side panels starting about eighteen inches off the floor and running to about shoulder height. This was all new to me- showers at school had been one long wet corridor of icy cold dripping water.
I entered a cubicle, pulling the door closed, and took the towel from my waist and put it over the door- ostensibly to show it was occupied, pointless as my legs and head were on display.
I heard the door go and footsteps approach as I fiddled with the shower settings. I turned it on, and immediately squealed like a girl as I was doused in cold water.
“Turn the middle wheel to the left.”
I shot out a hand and turned the middle wheel to the left, the water immediately turning so hot my skin was in danger of cooking. I turned the water off.
“Thanks, it’s my first time.” I turned to my right, to where the words of wisdom had come from. Platinum was in the next shower stall. Naked. I blushed and turned away.
“First time in a shower?” she giggled. “It’s not rocket science. Here, I’ll help.”
I felt myself physically shrinking as Platinum pushed open the door to my cubicle, and came in. Her eyes on mine the whole time, I begged every fibre in my body not to look anywhere but at her eyes. She turned the middle wheel to the centre, then turned on the main tap. Warm water poured from the generous shower head.
“There, easy.”
“Th….thanks.”
She made no attempt to leave. The gym provided dispensers of hypo-allergenic shower gel in the cubicles. Platinum squeezed a generous amount into one hand.
“You don’t mind, do you? Save water, and all that?” She worked the gel into a lather, and began to soap herself.
What was I supposed to do? I reached around her to get some gel myself, my arm making contact with her shoulders. She turned and smiled, then returned to washing herself.
Without all the constraints of the lycra, this girl had curves, not some stick-thin gym bunny, but a proper shape. I caught sight of her breasts, full yet firm. Her hips were full, too. She stood about five foot tall, I’d guess. She raised her arms to wash herself, the breasts rising.