Her shirt and jeans yanked off, Amber glanced to her side where Eric was changing. Nice. She still found him attractive; if Amber weren't knotted up with frustration, she might’ve been inclined to take advantage of their half-public, half-private location.
In sweeping her gaze upwards, Amber noticed Eric's eyes were directed at the mirror; a quick look confirmed that he was checking her reflection out, complete with a tiny grin.
Maybe the rest of the day wouldn't be so bad.
Amber slipped on her red tank top (matching her sports bra) and her snug, black yoga pants in calmer, smoother motions than she'd removed her outfit. Bent over to put her sneakers back on, giving more of a show should Eric want one (and he better). Up straight again, Amber found an elastic band wrapped around her hairbrush and tied her hair up in a tight ponytail. She didn't have to look in the mirror-- though she did anyway-- to know she looked great. Amber liked drawing attention, letting the world know just how hot she was. If she ended her work outs with sweat-stained clothes, so did everyone else; didn't stop her from picking up guys. Gym men weren’t necessarily the best fucks, since brawn didn’t translate into technique, but it took less work than going to a bar.
As for Eric, he was stunning. At least her company looked damn good-- and not just for the skin he was showing off, but because he seemed more cheerful. The fact that he could make eye contact with her was a vast improvement. "Not much choice," Amber said. No matter what she did, whether passing the half hour on the tread mill or slipping into an in-session aerobics class, she had to stretch. Since Eric wanted to work out alone, they didn't need to stretch in the same area. If he could get rid of the rest of his bad mood with physical action, that’d be perfect. Sulky Eric was no fun.
She zipped up her bag again and strolled to dump it into one of the lockers. Small as the space was, it was easy to brush against him as she did so; his mood had picked up enough for at least that much.
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In sweeping her gaze upwards, Amber noticed Eric's eyes were directed at the mirror; a quick look confirmed that he was checking her reflection out, complete with a tiny grin.
Maybe the rest of the day wouldn't be so bad.
Amber slipped on her red tank top (matching her sports bra) and her snug, black yoga pants in calmer, smoother motions than she'd removed her outfit. Bent over to put her sneakers back on, giving more of a show should Eric want one (and he better). Up straight again, Amber found an elastic band wrapped around her hairbrush and tied her hair up in a tight ponytail. She didn't have to look in the mirror-- though she did anyway-- to know she looked great. Amber liked drawing attention, letting the world know just how hot she was. If she ended her work outs with sweat-stained clothes, so did everyone else; didn't stop her from picking up guys. Gym men weren’t necessarily the best fucks, since brawn didn’t translate into technique, but it took less work than going to a bar.
As for Eric, he was stunning. At least her company looked damn good-- and not just for the skin he was showing off, but because he seemed more cheerful. The fact that he could make eye contact with her was a vast improvement. "Not much choice," Amber said. No matter what she did, whether passing the half hour on the tread mill or slipping into an in-session aerobics class, she had to stretch. Since Eric wanted to work out alone, they didn't need to stretch in the same area. If he could get rid of the rest of his bad mood with physical action, that’d be perfect. Sulky Eric was no fun.
She zipped up her bag again and strolled to dump it into one of the lockers. Small as the space was, it was easy to brush against him as she did so; his mood had picked up enough for at least that much.