Joel walked down the dimly lit hallway toward the front doors of the gym, running his fingers through his hair. There was a melancholy about him, and he just couldn't shake it. He couldn't get his new client, Katherine, out of his thoughts no matter how hard he tried, and he didn't know why. Sure, she was hot, but he'd seen many attractive women in his day, yet none had ever left such a permanent place of obsession in his mind as much as she did. It went deep, primal. Even something as simple as making eye contact with her sent ripples of need rushing throughout his body, and lately, his daily tasks were taking a back seat to his need to be near her. Her laugh. Her smile. The way she looked at him each time they crossed paths. Even now, long after she'd left for the day, the effects she left behind lingered inside of him. He knew he needed to get her 'out of his system'. Especially after those red silk leggings she wore today. All he could see in his mind was her, and from there his imagination went wild. He inserted the key into the glass doors to lock up for the night before his workout. Being in back all day, he hadn't realized it had started raining so hard. Flashes of lightning lit up the parking lot and that was when he noticed her car."What the hell? Why is your car still here?" Confused, he immediately went for his phone and sent her a message. They had been flirting over text for a while, which was part of the reason she had become so engrained in his system. Are you still here? His fingers were clumsy with nervous excitement. He waited impatiently for her to receive it, watching diligently for 'delivered' to change to 'read', but after a few minutes of nothing, he decided to skip his workout and search for her instead. Just in case.
The silence of the gym filled the air and only intensified the buzzing in his head. Walking back down the hall, he passed the men's locker room and made his way toward the weight area. Before he got there, he heard a peculiar sound coming from the women's locker room, which was odd considering the place was supposedly empty. This confirmed his suspicion that she had, indeed, stayed. Who else could it be in there? Knowing full well the cleaning crew didn't come until the early hours of the morning, so that wasn't the source. Then, he heard what sounded like a shower door opening and closing. He decided to poke his head into the opening of the ladies' room to get a better listen, holding his breath. The shower! No fucking way is she taking a shower. Naked. Wet. Damn!
Maybe it was someone else? His chest began to heave, and his throat restricted. He knew, the way he was feeling at the moment, there was only one thing that was going to come out of this. Is this really it? Is this really going to happen? She chose to stay. Why tonight? Of all the nights? He had so many questions, but the anticipation of what he hoped was about to happen over powered his need for answers. They would be alone. For the first time since meeting. Something he had hinted at wanting but lacked the guts to make a move. Their relationship had been a mostly jovial friendship, so the reality was, he wasn't quite sure how she saw him. He wanted to go in more than anything, but if it wasn't her he could get his ass fired, or even arrested, for creeping up on an unsuspecting member while they were in the bathroom. Naked. However, deep down he knew. He could feel it. Which, of course, was the hair that broke the camel's back. He was now rock hard, visualizing the woman he craved rubbing herself up and down with soapy water.
His heart rate couldn't take the suspense any longer. Fuck it. He made his way inside and inched along the row of lockers leading to the shower room. He froze in place when he noticed a trail of clothing leading toward the wash area, mostly due to the fact that one of the items was a pair of red silk leggings. Which he knew without a doubt, were hers. When he looked up, he noticed the glass to one of the doors was coated with steam, and behind it was the silhouette of a female body. Her body. She moved seductively, as if she knew he was in there. He envisioned in his mind the skin of her backside turning a torturous shade of pink from the scalding water. I sure hope she wants me as badly as I want her. He crept forward, like a predator stalking its prey, until he was only a few inches from the glass that separated him from her dripping wet body.