Just another day at the gym. Today is my chest and back day and I have worked my chest pretty hard, I am very tired and sweaty. I should have left the gym about 20 minutes ago, I will probably be late for work. I am just hoping to see her again. We have been flirting with our eyes for the past month. I am not sure if she wants me to make the move or if she is just checking me out while she waits to use the next machine. All I know is that she is breathtaking, she is perfect. She comes in and runs for about 20-30 minuets and I cannot help but position myself to watch her body move and bounce in ways that drive me crazy but I have to get a hold of my self. I am in the gym to work out my muscles in thin shorts and if I am not careful I tend to flex the wrong muscles if you know what I mean. She usually does a full body work out and I can tell that she puts a lot of time into her body. I have only given a nod hello a few times while we were working machines close to each other, it seems that we have been doing a sort of waltz around the gym, I am not sure if she is running or playing hard to get. Her legs are things that women dream of, perfectly toned. Her butt is not to big and not to small but just the right size. She sometimes wears a tight fitting tank top and I can see the outlines of her stomach and how smooth and flat it is, what I would not give just to stroke my fingers around her belly button. One of the times we were doing our waltz I was doing the chest fly machine (which was pointed right at her) and she caught me looking. I was so embarrassed I think my entire face was lit up brighter then a Christmas tree. I turned away out of shock but looked back to see her give me a nice little smirk and she bent over to put her towel back in her work out bag. I was not sure what I should look at, her well toned butt that was pointed right at me or her lower back tattoo in the shape of an infinity symbol. She picked up her bag an walked away, just before she was out of view she turned and gave me a little smile. Now I was sure that little show was not an accident but more of a gift, a gift that I was more then happy to receive. Oh how I wanted to tell her that if her beauty could ask the moon to stop setting it would, that the tenderness in he eyes could calm a raging sea. But how? Who picks people up at the gym? She would never, that's not why she is here. I see her take her normal place on the treadmill and begin a slow jog. I pause for a brief moment but I have to leave, I have a huge project at work and I cannot be late. So against all my better judgments I leave, but not before taking a quick COLD shower in the men's locker room. I get dressed and gather my things, on the way out I walk close enough to see her badge hanging from her workout bag, Beth Honeycutt. Before this date I just called her my muse, she is my rose in a world of thorn bushes. She is the only woman I have ever seen that just the sight of her would make me break the law for her. But although she is my muse, my reason for working my body so hard, it's nice to have a name.
I have figured out her work out plan, 2 days a week. Tuesday and Thursday, I have adjusted my workouts so that I would always be there on a day she was there. Today is Tuesday, and I have just let her go again. Beth is my muse, my siren, the woman that calls be back to work out my body for her every week. I know that I cannot keep letting her go, I have to act before it's too late. But how, when is the right timing. My mind is racing and I am sitting at my desk tying to work. Questions keep coming into my mind. How do you tell the most beautiful woman around that she is beautiful? How could my “come on” line beat everyone else's? What is so special about me that she would dare take notice? I have to focus on work, because if I cannot finish this project then I will be out of a job and then I would not be able to go to the gym anymore. It will have to wait until Thursday.
The morning alarm chirps and I am no closer to discovering the right words to tell her then I was on Tuesday. I get dressed and put my gym bag into the car. On the way I eat my quick breakfast of a pop tart, still trying to discern the best most non-stalker way of telling Beth my feelings. I have been showing up later then normal to the gym to try and get there just before Beth does so I can see her walk in. I am not sure if it's the weight that I am trying to lift or the fact that my muse has arrived but time seems to have slowed down, not all the way but enough to make every millisecond seem like a full second. I can see her long brown hair with streaks of blond flowing with every step. I can see every little ray of light bounce off her lip balm that must have sparkles in it. I try to hold my gaze as long as I can with out being caught. I have to take my eyes off of her but I don't want to. I get a bursts of energy when she walks near, it might be the primitive way of showing male dominance or just the fact that diverting the blood flow away from my second brain can help keep it in check.
This time we seem to be waltzing around the gym together instead of a sort of teasing chase. I have been close to her for about 20 minuets and I can smell her perfume, oh how sweet it is. Beth is a very athletic woman, a woman that on any court would set physical dominance against any other woman. But I see that she has laid down on the flat bench press and put 45lbs on each side. I stare at this woman probably about 70% of the time she is at this gym and I know that she cannot handle this weight. Something does not seem right, why would she try this? It's crazy! It's a total of 110lbs with the bar. I can see that she is very fit but I am not sure about this, it's a lot of weight, I would be surprised if she could even get it off the rack. Just in case I stop my exercise and watch to see if she can do this, if she could I would be flabbergasted. Beth grunts and lifts the bar and all that weight of the rack. I am impressed, I guess she does know what she is doing. I know she is focusing on the bar she is trying to lift and thus cannot see me intently focusing on her so I keep my stare. Beth slowly starts to lower the bar to her wonderful chest and her arms start to shake. I am starting to get worried, she really looks like she is struggling. I stand up and get ready to run to her aid if she cannot return the bar back to the rack. I hear a little whimper of “help” and the bar falls on her chest putting 110lbs flat on her chest. No sooner then the bar hits her chest I grab the bar and lift it off of her and return it to the rack. Beth grabs her chest and has a look of pain on her face. I am mad at myself, how could I let anything bad happen to my muse! How could I have been so naive as to think she could lift the bar that's as heavy as she is! I rush to Beth's side, bend down on one knee next to her and I help her sit up. I don't realize that I am still holding her hand as we are staring into each others eyes, both our eyes are filled with pain, hers for the weight that dropped on her chest and mine for letting it happen. Beth is the first to respond and all she says is “Do you know how hard it is to get you're attention?” without even pausing or thinking I respond with “You have always had it Beth”. What did I just say? I was thinking it but I did not actually mean to say it! Beth just smiles at me and thanked me for being so quick. I ask her if she would like to take a break and join me at the juice stand to recover and I offer it as “My treat”. Beth just looks at me with one of her room lighting smiles and stands up. As we walk over to the juice bar I realize that we are still holding hands, I don't dare let go because she is holding mine as well.
We sat drinking some banana smoothies for about 45 minuets which is all the time I think either of us had to spare. As we start to part ways I ask her if I could treat her to dinner. Beth looks at me for a second and tells me “no”, “You saved me today, and gave me a smoothie, dinner is on me and if you're a good boy dessert will be on me too”. I am so excited, she gives me her address and tells me to arrive at 8pm. We exchange a hug and as we are pulling away Beth kisses me on the cheek and turns to walk away. I know I need to get to work but I cannot turn, I cannot take my eyes off of her! As Beth turns the corner into the ladies locker room, she pauses and turns her head to see me still standing their staring at her, she smiles and enters the locker room. I take my routine cold shower and get dressed thinking that I can have my date with my muse. Work was anything but productive and it did not end soon enough.
I arrive at Beth's apartment at 8pm sharp, I knock on the door and Beth opens the door with one of her signature slow motion actions. Beth's hair is straight as opposed to her normal workout pony tail and it's shimming in the light coming from inside the house. Her silky knee length red dress is shining and her eyes seem to see deep into mine and I cannot break my stair. After what seems like 10 minuets Beth invites me in and I hand her a single yellow rose, Beth lowers her head and smells the rose. When she lifts her head I can see her perfect eyes, hazel with a little hint of green, and if I were God I could not make them better myself. Beth walks to the kitchen and get a small bud vase to place the flower into on the table. I walk into the front room and I can smell the wonderful aroma of Alfredo coming from the kitchen. Beth offers me a beer and she takes her glass of wine over to the entertainment center to choose a few tracks from her Ipod. Beth puts on some mellow jazz and starts to light a few candles around the room. We sit down on the couch and start to divulge the secrets to how long we have been dancing in the gym. We make our way to the table when the egg timer go's off. Beth offers me a seat and puts a plate of mushroom chicken Alfredo in front of me. Beth starts to tell me how she has been impressed with my body and has changed her workout times to see me more. I was shocked I told her I did the same. We laughed at how hard we were trying to see each other.
I looked onto the counter and I see a bowl of fresh cherries and whip cream. I am thinking we might be having a nice ice cream snack after dinner, I was full but not to full to indulge in a little dessert. Beth and I had finished our dinners a while ago so I asked if her if I have been a good boy? Beth just gave me a frisky little smile and said “yes, it's time for dessert if you are ready?”. Beth got up and left the table.
With my beer in hand I was studying the DVD collection on the wall, a few DVD cases had no cover and only a small piece of paper tucked into the binding with it's title. I thought to my self, I have never heard of this movie? Just as my curiosity was about to get the best of me and maybe find a woman's “special” movie collection Beth came back into the room. I just about dropped my beer on the floor, though I think my chin would have landed first. There Beth was in high heels, white stockings and a small school girl plaid skirt and a tight tank top. I was shocked, on any given day Beth was the most beautiful woman in any room but now she seemed to have taped into the very definition of sultry. I stood there like a moron just staring not knowing what to do. Beth walked over to me, lifted my chin back to it's rightful place and then moved within inches of me, I could feel the warmth coming off her perfect perky breasts. She grabbed my tie and started to pull me like an animal to my chair back at the table.