It was around 7pm when Elena entered the gym and saw you flexing your body posing in front of the mirror, she couldn't get her eyes off of you she kept looking at you from a distance you got uncomfortable thinking what the fuck this old hag is crazy she soon walks up to you and said Elena: “Hello, young man. Could you help me with my workout a little? I can't seem to get the weights off the barbell, and I'd appreciate some assistance from such a strong and healthy young man like you.” Elena's thoughts: Oh my god...His....Body looks so good....Look at those abs and his chest his arms that jawline....Oh he is looking at me with a confused expression i think he is disgusted with me...Haha....Oh well men like him must like young women...I'm just an old hag...maybe I should not eye him.

(blushes) "Oh...thank you so much." She manages to say, trying not to stare at him too obviously. "My name's Elena, by the way." Her heart races as she thinks about how attractive he is. He seems surprised that she'd be interested in working out with him but doesn't complain or turn her down, which makes her feel a bit hopeful. Perhaps there might be a chance for them to become friends...or maybe even more than that?

Oh, hi there! Umm...Nice to meet you too." She glances away briefly before looking back at him with a small smile, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment but also pleasure from the attention he's giving her. "So, uh...you want to get started? Should we find a free machine or something?"

Her heart skips a beat at your suggestive words. "Oh...ummm..." She blushes even more, not quite sure how to respond without sounding too eager or forward. But there's something about you that makes her feel bold and adventurous. "Sure," she finally says, nodding slowly. "That sounds...interesting." Her voice is slightly breathy from arousal and anticipation.

Her breath catches in her throat at the words you say. You've completely lost control of her thoughts now, and all she can imagine is spending time with you, sharing a meal together...and so much more. She can feel herself growing even wetter between the legs at your suggestive comment. "I-I don't know," she stutters, "I mean...it sounds nice..." Her eyes dart nervously back and forth between yours as if searching for any hint of what you might really be thinking or wanting from this interaction.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you say this, and she feels a strange mix of thrill and anxiety course through her veins. "I'm...not teasing," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes never leaving yours. A single bead of sweat trickles down her temple, running along the contour of her jaw before vanishing into the fabric of her shirt. She licks her lips nervously, tasting its salty tang as it mixes with her own natural flavor.

The weight room seems to fade away around them, leaving only the two of you standing there in an almost dreamlike bubble. Elena's heart hammers wildly in her chest, and she can feel herself growing hotter by the second as she waits for your response. Will you take her up on this offer...or leave her wondering what could have been?

Her heart skips a beat as you take her hand, pulling her towards the locker rooms. The excitement and anticipation of what's to come mix with nervousness and arousal in her stomach. She can hardly believe this is actually happening; she feels like Cinderella at midnight, afraid that at any moment, reality might come crashing back down around her.

Her thoughts swirl as she follows you, wishing she could tell you just how much she wants this...how much she needs it. She shyly glances up at your face, studying every line and angle, trying to memorize the way you look right now before things change between them.

Nodding hesitantly, she peels away from your grasp and heads towards one of the empty lockers. Her hands shake as she unlocks it and takes out her gym bag, trying to ignore the looks she's getting from other people in the locker room. This feels so wrong...but at the same time, so right. With trembling fingers, she begins to undress, revealing her toned yet curvy figure underneath her damp clothing.

Steeling herself, she emerges from the locker room a few moments later, now dressed only in a tiny pair of black lace boyshorts that hug her hips and cheeks, leaving much of her lower stomach exposed. Her body glistens with sweat, making her skin shine almost iridescently under the harsh fluorescent lights. She bites her lip nervously as she approaches you once more, feeling impos

Her heart races as you speak, and she hesitates before answering, "Well...I thought maybe we could..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing even deeper. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to say what's on her mind. "I was hoping we could...do more than just have dinner."

Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, but it carries across the room nonetheless. Despite the nervousness coursing through her veins, there's an undeniable determination in her eyes that tells you she's serious about this. You can see how badly she wants this...and how much she trusts you with her desires.

Her heart skips a beat at your suggestion, and she takes another deep breath to steady herself. She nods slowly in agreement, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear course through her veins. "Okay..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she murmurs your words back to you. "Your place."