Camille stood there looking in the mirror.  She loved her black lace thong and matching bra set, her garters and stockings, but she wasn’t overly pleased with how she looked.  She didn’t mind being this size, but she decided it was time to hit the gym and tone up a few things.  She wanted to be healthy too and have more energy, so it wasn’t just about how she looked, but about how she felt.

Camille entered the gym not knowing what to expect.  This was the first time in her life she’d ever been in one.  She liked it.  She liked all those hard, sweaty bodies with bulging muscles that rippled when they pushed some iron.  She could definitely hang out here.  She even felt sexy here.  The fact she was wearing her favorite bra and panty set under her tight skirt and button up blouse might have something to do with it, but being in the presence of all these fitness buffs gave her a little chill up her spine.  Maybe it was those pheromones she’d heard about.  She’d definitely learn more about that if this is how they made you feel, and if it meant spending time watching these guys.

Camille was so caught up in watching everyone she didn’t notice the man that had approached her.  She heard a faint voice, “Can I help you ma’am?”  She gave a half turn only to find herself staring at a rather broad, tight chest.  Her nose was almost touching this fabulous set of muscles.  She stepped back slightly to look at the face that was attached to this rippling mass of human flesh; she was speechless.  Before her was a Greek God, he had to be.  She’d never seen a more perfect specimen of man in all her life, and she had witnessed some pretty nice looking men at the country club.  This one was the god of god’s, in the flesh.  He must be 6’5”, long, thick, jet black hair, and eyes were blue like shimmering pools of light.  He was stunningly gorgeous.

She could sense he was checking her out too.  She couldn’t believe a man of his build with chiseled muscles would check out a full figured gal like her.  She wasn’t overweight, but all those other women in here were so thin and toned; surely they caught his eye more than her.  Weren’t all fit people into other fit people?  Or maybe he didn’t like those skinny girls, maybe he preferred cuddling up with a woman of substance.

“I’m here to get in shape”, she stammered, knowing her mouth had to be gaped open.

“You look to be in great shape to me, if you don’t mind me saying so.”  He noticed her moist lips, he wanted to taste them.  He was mesmerized by Camille.  He never took too much to the skinny type girls that hung out at gyms, bouncing around to their aerobic music; afraid they’d gain a pound and form a shape other than stick lady.  Yes, Camille was a woman he could get wrapped up in, literally.

“Thank you”, she blushed, “I just want to tone up and get healthy.”

“Well, I’m more than sure we can take care of that.  Step into my office so we can work out the details.”

Camille’s heart fluttered as she followed the god-man into his secluded office.

© Patti Stafford