It was a hot summer day when I first laid eyes on her. I was at the gym, lifting weights and minding my own business, when she walked in. She had long, wavy hair that cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall. It was hard not to stare.
She caught me looking and gave me a coy smile. I could feel my heart racing as she approached me. “Hey there,” she said, her voice dripping with honey. “I’m Rachel. I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I’m John,” I replied, trying to play it cool. “I usually come in the mornings, but I had a late meeting today.”
“Well, I’m glad I got to meet you,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Do you mind if I work in with you? I need to use the bench press.”
I nodded, my throat dry. She set up her weights and began to lift. I couldn’t help but watch as her muscles flexed and her chest heaved with each rep. I felt a stirring in my loins.
