It was a hot summer day, and the local gym was packed with sweaty bodies. Among them was Jake, a muscular man in his late twenties, who had just finished his workout. As he entered the locker room, he noticed a woman standing at her locker, her back to him. She was wearing a tight sports bra and short shorts, and her curves were impossible to ignore.
Jake couldn’t help but stare at the woman’s cleavage as she bent over to retrieve something from her locker. Her skin was glistening with sweat, and he could see the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric of her bra. He felt his cock start to stiffen in his shorts.
The woman must have sensed his gaze, as she turned around and caught him staring. Jake felt a rush of embarrassment, but the woman just smiled at him and said, “Enjoying the view?”
Jake was taken aback but couldn’t help but feel a surge of arousal. He stammered out a response, “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
The woman chuckled and walked over to him. “It’s okay,” she said, “I like the attention.”
She reached out and placed a hand on Jake’s chest, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. Jake felt his cock twitch in his shorts.
“You’re pretty built yourself,” the woman said, her eyes raking over Jake’s body. “Wanna fool around?”
Jake was shocked but couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. He nodded, and the woman grabbed his hand and led him to a secluded corner of the locker room.
