Jeenie and her boyfriend had been broken up for two months and she was just now starting to enjoy her freedom. She had planned a long Saturday to spend alone, to take advantage of the solitude and to fall in love with herself again.
29 and a successful woman of the corporate world but her relationship with Randy had gone on for too long. She had been too serious about him, had missed too many nights out with her girlfriends, and had missed herself.
She woke up around 7:00am and, not bothering to put any clothes on, fixed herself a light breakfast in the nude. It was the middle of the summer and the morning sun rose through her kitchen windows and warmed the apartment. Jeenie was a pretty girl who exercised frequently, ate healthy food, took care of herself and took pride in keeping her beautiful body in shape. 5'7" with shapely C-cup tits, a slim but muscular build and a dark, even tan, she was at the gym five days a week, hit the tanning saloon three times a week and visited the day spa at least once a month for a facial, a massage and a manicure. But she did not consider herself high maintenance. She was soft spoken, hardly flirted with the guys at work but knew that she was a beautiful girl with a rocking body. In college she had played soccer and tennis, in high school she was a downhill skier and track and field athlete and her body was still in fabulous shape.
She sat nude at the kitchen counter and quietly ate her cereal and grapefruit before she returned to her bedroom and slipped into her workout gear. She wore a blue cotton thong that was comfortable and perfect for working out and a pair of tight, blue spandex shorts that were cut so high that one could almost see the bottom curve of her butt cheeks. It fit snugly and did little to hide her thong panty line underneath.
Her legs were dark and smooth but would likely need a shave later today. She slipped a pair of white gym socks onto her feet and wore white sneakers. Then she put on her matching blue sports bra that supported her ample breasts but was also cut low enough to show off the nice cleavage of those hard mounds. She tied her long brown hair into a ponytail, slipped on a pair of white wristbands, grabbed her gym bag and her keys and off she went.
The gym was always busy on Saturday mornings but she was early enough to beat the rush. She started on the mats where she sat down and started to stretch. The loud techno music of an all-female aerobics class was pumping through the glass windows nearby and the vast sea of bikes and treadmills were only half filled with people. Farther back in the weight section, Jeenie could see a few athletic guys pumping iron. Normally she would pause to watch their muscles flex and sweat, but today was all about Jeenie.
She enjoyed a nice slow stretch while watching the room full of sweaty aerobics babes in cute little workout suits jump and slide back and forth before she walked to one of the treadmills and started with a light, 20 minute jog. With each step, she could feel the firm muscles of her ass working, those thighs and calves earning their shape. She broke a sweat a few minutes in and started to breath heavy. She would feel physically great for the rest of the day -- awake with a lot of energy. She would need it for the busy day of self-love she had planned.
She noticed a pair of pretty girls had taken the treadmills beside her and another climbed on the one right in front of her. The two girls were yapping about their miserable dates the night before but Jeenie concentrated on the one before her. She was an athletic girl in her thirties wearing green and white yoga pants and a white spandex tank top, with butt cheeks that wiggled as she jogged. Jeenie could see the outline of a thong underneath. She smiled, noticed the girl's nice tan, watched her ass shake and wondered what it would be like to dyke out with her. She had been with girls a few times but it was always playful experimentation, or in the presence of Randy. She had never had a full-scale one-on-one lesbian experience.
But today wasn't the day: today it was just Jeenie and herself.
After 20 minutes on the treadmill, Jennie had broken a nice warm sweat and was ready to work out with weights. She did a full upper-body routine. Light bench press, bicep curls, triceps kicks, bent-over rows for her back, the lat bar, 20 lb. dumbbell shrugs and chest dips with assist. By the time she had finished the gym was half full and the sound of weights clanking and men grunting filled the air.
Jeenie drank her shake on the way to the locker room, appreciating and pretending to ignore the looks she got from all the guys. The locker room was starting to fill up as the female aerobics class let out, and sweaty, wet women were everywhere, in all states of dress. Some were in their little spandex gym suits, while others walked around in towels. Jeenie saw one young cutie that looked about 19 or 20 standing at the mirror applying makeup wearing nothing but a little red thong. Her tits sloped outward like a pair of little bananas. A group of four bare naked, middle aged MILFs were gathered near the steam room chatting about their husbands and children while the spray of the showers sounded across the way and steam spilled into the locker room.
Her locker was between the showers and the tanning rooms and Jeenie sat on the bench to drink her Gatorade. She unlaced her sneakers and pulled her top over her head to reveal a pair of hard, round tits beaded with sweat and heaving from her workout. She removed her socks and her spandex and stood in nothing but her wristbands and her blue cotton thong, which was soaked with sweat. Jeenie stood and finished her Gatorade and checked herself out in the mirror.
Her breasts had the shape of a supermodel's except Jeenie's were all natural. Her stomach and waist were trim, with a thin outline of a six pack. Her tan and the glaze of sweat helped to accentuate her muscle tone. Jeenie swiveled on her heels and turned so her back faced the mirror. She had hardly any fat -- the muscles of her back were toned and visible but her greatest asset was her butt. Dark, smooth and round. Firm like a runner's, tanned like a model's. Her thong slid into her crack and helped to define the curves of her backside. Her thighs were hard and shapely and her calves were defined like a pro tennis player or downhill skier.
She threw her empty Gatorade bottle in the trash and let her thong slip to her ankles. Under her thong was a distinct, white thong tan line. Thin white stripes wrapped around her sides while a y-shape disappeared into her crack. Jeenie turned in the mirror to see her front: the lips of her pussy were shaven and white against the dark tan of the rest of her body. Her public hair was starting to grow back but she would take care of that soon enough.
She loved being nude, especially in front of people. Wearing only a pair of white wristbands, she turned and posed in the mirror, flexing her arms and legs, checking out the progress of her regular exercise regimen. Her favorite part was that thong tan line. She just loved it. So distinct, so erotic -- and it matched her little white wristbands.
Jeenie had been tanning in the same thong for over a year and worked to keep her tan line crisp and distinct. She noticed some of the older women glancing her direction so she kicked her damp thong into her locker, slipped off her wristbands, and reached into her gym bag for a bar of soap, a razor and a can of shaving cream. Then she walked all the way across the locker room to the towel rack and grabbed a fresh one before walking all the way back and stepping into the shower.
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