Spanishbelle’s BodyBlog

Mmm..mmm…mmm, it was good right from the beginning.  I walked in and there I was….surrounded by heterosexual men.  Yes, there were women around, except, that wasn’t the eye candy I was looking for.  I was immediately inspired and motived at the smell of sweat and I shamelessly scanned the room for muscular sweaty men.  I touched an AB machine on my way to the ladies locker room, it was kind of perverted really.  The thoughts running though my head.  I smiled to myself, noticed a couple of fellas looking.  I was going to have a good time, no doubt.

I hit a warm-up set.  Got a nod from the fellow on the bench press machine, I nodded back.  He was the first to follow me around.  Once I was all warmed up, I made my way to the pull-up machine.  I completed 4 unassisted chin ups.  I know, I need to work on it.  However, seated row guy with a tatoo was impressed and he gave me an appreciative look, he was the second to follow.  Something in me began to stir, was it my ego I wondered or was it something else.  It felt good and naughty.  I worked on the back extension machine, tatoo guy & friend waved good-bye to me.  As he passed me by, yes, he turned around and checked my booty out.  I loved it.  Some guy loaded and unloaded weights for me.  I guess I had it going on.  Maybe I was sending off some aura of willingess, maybe they missed me.  Hmmm….a girl can only hope she is also eye candy to others.  As I was killing my legs on the leg press machine, a young guy checking me out.  He was cute, tall and skinny.  Another fella asked me how much I weighed.  Normally, I’d be ticked but today, I needed it.  Men stroking me with their eyes and smiles.  I’ve been training at my darn gay gym for far too long and I needed a fix.  My workout was great, I pushed and pulled hard & heavy.

As I made way out the door, someone opened the door for me.  Young cute guy from the squat machine approached me in the parking lot.  "Excuse me, are you married?" He asked.  I paused.  My husband and I had been at odds all weekend and we haven’t had make-up sex yet.  I’m still a little bent out of shape, hence the pause.  However, the good girl in me (that pesky little voice/bitch that keeps me straight) surfaced and I said yes.  He was so disappointed and said, "Ohh…never mind."  Gently touching my shoulder as he walked away.  Damn.  Then there were two other guys waiting around.  "You drive this car?" they asked.  They were referring to my suburban.  It’s has some large block special engine in it, they said something to the effect.  I noded a yes.  "I can’t get over it.  Small thing like you."  I smiled, "I can handle big.  As long as it gets me off and runs for a long time."  Silence followed.  I’m thinking, it’s the way I said what I said.  Finally, they laughed and I left.  While in the comfort of my vehicle I was grateful, grateful I’m not a man.  If I had been, I would have had the biggest hard on in the place! 

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