Flexible Friends

Recently, I'd found a gym buddy, Hannah; one of the girls at work. Most days around five, Hannah and I would meet up at our generally deserted company gym, and chat about all things non-work related, while we worked up a sweat.

I really enjoyed our sessions together. In all honesty, they were the only perk the job had to offer.

So as usual, there we were, sat facing each other, stretching as we traded innuendo spiked conversation. As our conversation flowed, I inadvertently spied Hannah, trying to take a peek up the leg of my shorts.

This was something of an event, as Hannah had never displayed any interest in my wares.

As the minutes passed, again and again I'd catch Hannah casually leaning in, or out, in an attempt to gain a better vantage.

Now, I've never considered myself an exhibitionist. In fact, I generally exercise modesty, out of consideration for the comfort of others. So I was more than a little surprised, when I found myself not only aroused by Hannah's curiosity, but consciously adjusting my posture to better her efforts.

Meanwhile, our conversation never broke stride. As our exchange continued, I'd turn away now and again, giving Hannah opportune moments to subtly take advantage of.

As six o'clock arrived, I began considering just how interesting an underwear clad crotch could be.

As we both rose and said our good-byes, I had a devilish idea.

On the way home, I visited the local sports store, and grabbed a pair of running shorts that were a particularly baggy fit, mid length cut. Arriving home, I pulled out a pair of scissors, and neatly cut out the elasticized inner liner, that would normally provide much needed athletic support.

Ready for prime time, I slipped my newly customized gear into my gym bag and smiled.

Next day felt like Christmas eve. As five o'clock drew nearer, I felt butterflies begin to churn my insides. As I closed the door to the change-room, a moment of indecision struck. Taking a deep breath, I marshaled my nervousness and deliberately pulled on my t-shirt, socks, designer shorts and shoes; sans underwear.

Walking through the door, I felt more than a little self-conscious. But my nervousness quickly subsided, as Hannah greeted me with a less than cheerful "hello". Taking my place at her side, it soon became obvious that Hannah was having a bad one.

As I listened to the horrors of her day, I couldn't stop my anticipation from growing. My heart leapt as Hannah's machine bleeped and slowly wound itself down. For no discernible reason, nerves perhaps, I waited a few minutes before deliberately killing my own machine.

It took all my will power, to keep from letting my excitement well up, as I joined Hannah on the floor.

Dropping to the mat, I took a moment to get myself in, what I figured was, a good position. As Hannah distractedly resumed her venting, I decided it was now or never.

Giving one last understanding nod to Hannah, I turned to one side and stretched out. My smooth transition left my thighs parted wide, and most importantly, my short's leg gaping open.

The effect was instantaneous.

In one of the gym's mirrors, I stiffed a grin as I covertly witnessed Hannah do an unabashed double take. A moment later, she looked up, in disbelief.

Meanwhile, I just kept stretching, pretending to be oblivious to my public unveiling. After a minute or so, I turned back to Hannah, who sat still, completely speechless.

Now, I figured if Hannah didn't appreciate my unsolicited display, she'd waste no time drawing attention to my faux pas, with what would most certainly be a crippling analogy of my wares. However, I was betting she'd do what I would, that being, play dumb, thereby preserving the status quo.

Detecting a modicum of indecision, I pressed the issue, by simply asking if everything was alright.

With a slow shake of her head, and a deliberate blink, Hannah replied that no, nothing was wrong.

From that moment on, the dark clouds over Hannah's head receded, and Hannah couldn't help but wear a secretly cheeky smile.

By the time it was six, I was sporting the beginnings of an erection, and Hannah was continuously glancing downward in a nonchalant fashion.

Feeling satisfied with myself, I climbed to my feet. Reaching out, I pulled Hannah up off the floor and commented that she seemed to be in a much better mood. Hannah smiled, replying that a good workout was just what she needed.

Next day, Hannah asked if we were on for working out later, with a noticeable bounce in her stride. Pleased with my confirmation, Hannah wheeled and headed off in the direction of her office.

Striding into the gym wearing my infamous shorts, I was met with a big smile from Hannah, who had already started her run. As I threw my bag aside, it struck me odd that Hannah was wearing a sweater. Normally a tank top was her favored attire.

As usual, we pounded through our run, but as our machines slowed, both of us began nervously glancing at each other. Stepping down, I walked over to our usual spot and sat down. Turning in Hannah's direction, I was dumbstruck to see Hannah, peeling off her track pants to reveal a pair of running shorts.

In an instant, my shorts tented as my excitement skyrocketed. Hannah blushed as she sat down beside me; whether from my obvious attempts to hide my arousal, or from what might be her own daring. I wasn't sure.

Our stretching felt like a tease, as we both seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, it was Hannah who broke the stalemate. As she lay flat on her back, Hannah asked if I could help her by pushing her feet away whenever she would raise them.

Not quite understanding, Hannah demonstrated the exercise by placing her hands beneath her butt, and raising her straightened legs up. When they were perpendicular to the floor, she said to give her feet a push back towards the floor.

After a few lifts, I twigged that the best place to assist Hannah would be to stand with a foot at either shoulder, and would also provide her a wonderfully unobstructed view.

Hannah counted out a set of twenty, grinning between grunts, before she came to rest. At that point, Hannah said it was my turn.

Laying flat, I couldn't hide my now blazing erection. Hannah smiled but didn't say a word. As I raised my legs, Hannah stepped up, feet together at my head. As she reach out to push my feet away, my mind reeled.

Hannah's sweater billowed out, revealing that her track pants weren't the only thing she'd removed. Gazing up I had a perfect view of Hannah's firm, supple breasts. With each push, her breasts would sway freely, the sweater fabric providing a great backdrop for outlining her erect nipples. But her breasts were but an appetizer.

As she counted "ten", Hannah stepped forward to stand as I had for her.

Looking up now, Hannah may as well have been naked. Her puffy, clean shaven lips, bar a small landing strip, were center stage. As she continued to count, Hannah looked down with a sinful smile, matched only by my own.

At sixteen lifts, my abs could take no more, and they collapsed attempting half way up. I let my legs buckle and fall in a dramatic sprawl. With a chuckle, Hannah stepped away and said it was her turn again.

For three sets, we continued, our only comments being those of encouragement; "come on, one more", knowing what one more meant.

By the end of the third set, I could barely lift my legs a foot off the floor. With a groan of both frustration and disappointment, I traded places for what, Hannah and I both agreed, would be the last time.

While I counted out Hannah's final set, I couldn't help but notice the darkened fabric between Hannah's thighs. My own shorts bore an ever growing wet patch, serving only to further highlight my obvious excitement.

Hannah now lay with her knees bent, a satisfied grin accenting her glowing face. In my first, and only attempt, to spy Hannah's pussy, I walked deliberately to her feet and found Hannah's eyes. Hannah met my gaze and, without blinking, let one knee fall gently aside.

Looking down, her shorts now gaped wide, leaving nothing to my imagination. Lowering one leg had left Hannah's lips parted in the most enticing fashion; every delicate detail exposed.

My already raging erection twitched involuntarily, as it strained to swell further. I was momentarily lost in a trance, but Hannah soon broke the spell, eventually holding out hand for me to help her up.

Reaching her feet, we exchanged satisfied smiles. This was definitely a welcome twist and I couldn't help wondering.

Maybe a little yoga could be fun.