As I sorted through the mail, I noticed a postcard from the Main Street Gym. I had joined it before the holidays but had forgotten all about it. I'm not a big workout person. In fact, I never work out. I thought it might be good to tone my body, so I joined on a whim. The postcard said the gym had changed hands, but all current memberships would be honored. I decided that tomorrow, I would start my journey toward better health.
After getting the girls off to school, I packed my bag for the gym. My gym shoes, knee-high ballet socks, bikini bottoms, and a crop top T-shirt that was a bit too short. I wore my Daisy Dukes and a sheer tube top, put flip-flops on my feet, and was on my way. The gym was a small private club that took up two storefronts on Main Street downtown. I parked across the street, entered the club, and approached the desk. A tall, well-built man turned and looked at me.
"Yes, ma'am, can I help you?" he asked, scoping me out.
"Yeah, I have a membership here and want to work out," I replied.
"Um, you have a membership?" he asked bewildered.
"Yeah, I bought it during the holidays, and I'm just now getting to use it," I answered him.
"Oh, well, I bought the club, and it's changed since then," he explained.
"Well, how did it change? It's still a gym, isn't it?" I asked.
"Well, miss, it's a cop and fireman place now. We don't have any women work out here," he explained.
"Oh, so is my membership not valid anymore?" I inquired.
"Well, no, your membership is still valid. It's just that there aren't any women who work out here. We don't have many machines that a woman would find appealing," he went on.
"But I can decide if I like it, right?" I asked.
"Sure, if you want," he said.
I gave him my ID, and he checked his computer while I looked through the gym window. Eight men were working out. All were tall, fit, and handsome.
"OK, Becca, you're all set. The woman's locker room is on the left, but some guys may also have their stuff in there," he alerted me.
"Thanks," I said, smiling.
I entered the locker room, noticing a few gym bags I imagined belonged to a few guys. After looking in the mirror, I stripped, put on my workout gear, and thought about how I was showing off more skin than I should have. I entered the gym. The clanking of weights and the grunting from the men lifting weights stopped. You could hear a pin drop. I gave the guys a weak wave and smile and headed for the treadmill. I put in my earbuds and started running, trying to blend in. I ran for a few minutes, then became fatigued. I stood bent over, trying to catch my breath. All eyes were on me as I looked for another piece of equipment to use. A man approached me. He was tall, very muscular, and had a beautiful warm smile.
"Hello, I'm Tommy," he said, extending his hand to me.
"Hi, I'm Becca," I replied.
I shook his hand; it was warm, and his grip was firm.
"So, do you have a workout plan, or are you just winging it?" he asked.
"Well, I've never really worked out before, so I'm not sure what to do next," I admitted.
"Well, I'm a fireman and a certified trainer. I can help you if you'd like," he said, smiling.
"Um, yeah, OK, that would be great if you don't mind," I replied sheepishly.
"No problem, let me get a training card, and we'll set you up," he told me.
He returned with a clipboard and a card of various exercises, and I followed him to a machine while everyone watched.
"Why is everyone staring at me?" I asked.
"I don't think these guys have ever seen a workout outfit like you're wearing," he chuckled.
"Oh, I thought I looked cute," I answered, confused.
"Becca, you're beyond cute. These guys are busting out of their jockstraps looking at you," he laughed.
"I'm sorry," I said apologetically.
"Don't worry about it," he replied.
Tommy led me to a bench and said we'd work on my abs and stomach.
"Lie down on the bench so your lower back is at the end of the bench," he ordered.
I did as he requested, and then he instructed me to lift my legs straight up at a ninety-degree angle to my body. I managed that without too much trouble.
"Now spread your legs as wide as you can," he ordered.
I hesitated because I knew that in my bikini bottoms, the outline of my pussy would be viewable for all the guys to look at. I swallowed hard and spread my legs a little.
"Come on, Becca, I know your long legs can do better than that," Tommy chided me.
I spread them a bit more, feeling my bikini pulled tight and covering less and less of my honey pot. Tom stepped in front of me and pushed my legs apart.
"You're right. We need to work your joints and get you loose," Tommy told me.
Tom gently pressed my legs further apart, my joints loosening, and my bikini bottoms crept closer to my pussy lips, and my camel toe was visible.
"OK, hold that position for sixty seconds," Tommy ordered.
Tommy stepped out of the way of my legs, and all the men were treated to a show. I could feel my pussy getting wet as they stared at my snatch. I prayed that I wouldn't leak into the crotch of my bathing suit and create a big, noticeable wet spot. Tommy got increasingly handsy as we moved from exercise to exercise, slipping his fingers inside my bikini bottom and holding my bare butt cheek and breasts while I did exercises. I let him touch me and was getting very aroused as the other men watched our every move.
"We're almost done, Becca. There are only a couple more exercises left, and then we'll all get a good cardio workout," Tommy told me.
"We'll all get a cardio workout?" I asked quizzically.
Tommy didn't answer and just walked to the next piece of equipment. The following exercise was to be the hip abductor, and I sat on a bench with two pads between my knees. Tommy pulled the lever, and the weights forced my knees open.
"Agh," I cried as my legs were jerked open.
Again, the men came to view the growing stain on my bikini bottoms. The men stood there and watched me struggle through my exercise, and I was so aroused I could barely think straight. Tommy could see I was flustered and put his arm around me to console me.
"Don't worry about these guys. You'll get to show them what you're made of," he whispered.
"Wait, what?" I replied.
My eyes fell to the gym floor again in embarrassment as Tommy led me to the bench press. Tommy called over Eric and introduced me to him.
"Eric will be your spotter for this exercise," Tommy informed me.
They loaded the bar with weights, and I lay on the bench with my legs spread on both sides. Tommy was standing in front of me, looking at my crotch, smiling, and I knew I had developed a wet spot on my bikini bottoms. As I struggled with the weights, other men came over to look, all walking away laughing. I was mortified but determined to finish the workout.
"Are you doing OK?" Tommy asked.
"Um, yeah, I guess," I answered.
"Good, last exercise," he said, smiling.
Tommy led me to an overhead chinning bar, grabbed me around the waist, and lifted me. I grabbed the bar, and Tommy released me. My body stretched out, and with my body dangling in the air, my shirt rode up and exposed the bottom half of my tits to everyone, as I wasn't wearing a sports bra. Hanging from the bar, two feet above the ground, half exposed, Tommy said, "You like showing your body off, don't you, Becca."
"Um, yeah, I guess; I like being looked at," I answered as my head spun.
"Would you like to show it to your workout partners?" Tommy whispered.
"Oh God, here? Now?" I asked, bewildered.
I looked out into the sea of faces, all of them staring at men with lust-filled eyes. I was so aroused I couldn't think or speak, and I closed my eyes for what seemed like forever.
"What do you think, Becca?" Tommy whispered.
"Oh God, OK, just this once," I answered, not believing what I had just said.
Tommy reached around me and grabbed my T-shirt, lifting it over my breasts and exposing them completely.
"What am I doing?" I mumbled.
The men gathered around me, looking at me, hanging helplessly topless. Then panic set in as the men watched Tommy reach around and grab my bikini bottom strings. I felt my suit pull away from my sides as Tommy undid my bikini bottoms.