Grouse Tiger
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Ok. My first attemt at a thread and will be more than happy to receive any criticism or tips.
I had been attending this Gymnasium for quite a month or so, having joined to fill in my spare time. You see I had only recently moved to Shanghai, China for work and as an Australian guy who spoke limited Mandarin was searching for ways to meet people.
I had always maintained my fitness, playing football until the week before I left Australia and Surfing most weekends, so I slipped into the routine of working out daily with ease and the results were already showing.
I was 29 years old, 188 centimetres tall and a medium build, weighing around 90 kilograms, had my Mother's olive cmplexion with Blues eyes and short ragged cut light brown hair. I had always been fairly lucky as far as it went meeting ladies, though this good be help by the fact that I was a talker, being in Sales I had quite a record in closing deals, both at presentations or in my social life.
This Gym I had joined did not seem to be doing the trick, the times I was visiting there seemed to be very few other foreigners who were working out, and due to the language barrier I had only smiled and muttered hello to some of the Chinese patrons, although I imagine due to the cost of Membership that to be attending they would be on more than an average Salary, and therefore highly educated (speaking English).
It was early on a Saturday afternoon when I first noticed her, a tall Chinese girl/lady (I never could tell as they all look so young) who began to use the exercise bike in front on the treadmill I was on. She had on a Midriff cut pink top and a pair of Grey bicycle shorts and her hair was pulled back fom her face as if no real care had been taken. As he rode the bike in front of me I made eye contact in the mirror that lined the wall we were both facing, seizing the chance I flashed a quick smile, though keeping it small so as to not seem a sleaze. As we both continued to exercise my eyes were constantly drawn back to her ass, I could see the muscles working and it was awesome to watch.
She finished on the bike and moved across to the free weights section of the Gym, I continued to run while trying to work out the best way to approach her.
As I completed my run I noticed her making her way to have a drink, quickly I made my way towards her and as we passed I smiled again and said hello. No response, but I thought I saw a brief smile.
I sat on the floor and began to work my abs, 500 sit ups a day, trying to fight bulge, and at this stage winning. I completed my first set and sat up to rest and there she was, working her biceps facing me. I tried hard not to be obvious but how could I not notice, the exertion had caused her small nipples to tighten under her top, highlighting her perfectly shaped breasts and to make matters worse the bicycle pants were so tight that I could see where they ever so slighty parted the lips of her pussy. I quickly laid back to do my next set of sit ups hoping I hadn't been caught looking and then paniced. Here I was, on my back legs in the air doing situps facing this girl and with only loose fitting boxer shorts under my exercise shorts, I sat up again quickly and adjusted my shorts, looked up and smiled at here again, damn she was cute.
What could I do? How was I going to approach her? My mind was racing?
I had been attending this Gymnasium for quite a month or so, having joined to fill in my spare time. You see I had only recently moved to Shanghai, China for work and as an Australian guy who spoke limited Mandarin was searching for ways to meet people.
I had always maintained my fitness, playing football until the week before I left Australia and Surfing most weekends, so I slipped into the routine of working out daily with ease and the results were already showing.
I was 29 years old, 188 centimetres tall and a medium build, weighing around 90 kilograms, had my Mother's olive cmplexion with Blues eyes and short ragged cut light brown hair. I had always been fairly lucky as far as it went meeting ladies, though this good be help by the fact that I was a talker, being in Sales I had quite a record in closing deals, both at presentations or in my social life.
This Gym I had joined did not seem to be doing the trick, the times I was visiting there seemed to be very few other foreigners who were working out, and due to the language barrier I had only smiled and muttered hello to some of the Chinese patrons, although I imagine due to the cost of Membership that to be attending they would be on more than an average Salary, and therefore highly educated (speaking English).
It was early on a Saturday afternoon when I first noticed her, a tall Chinese girl/lady (I never could tell as they all look so young) who began to use the exercise bike in front on the treadmill I was on. She had on a Midriff cut pink top and a pair of Grey bicycle shorts and her hair was pulled back fom her face as if no real care had been taken. As he rode the bike in front of me I made eye contact in the mirror that lined the wall we were both facing, seizing the chance I flashed a quick smile, though keeping it small so as to not seem a sleaze. As we both continued to exercise my eyes were constantly drawn back to her ass, I could see the muscles working and it was awesome to watch.
She finished on the bike and moved across to the free weights section of the Gym, I continued to run while trying to work out the best way to approach her.
As I completed my run I noticed her making her way to have a drink, quickly I made my way towards her and as we passed I smiled again and said hello. No response, but I thought I saw a brief smile.
I sat on the floor and began to work my abs, 500 sit ups a day, trying to fight bulge, and at this stage winning. I completed my first set and sat up to rest and there she was, working her biceps facing me. I tried hard not to be obvious but how could I not notice, the exertion had caused her small nipples to tighten under her top, highlighting her perfectly shaped breasts and to make matters worse the bicycle pants were so tight that I could see where they ever so slighty parted the lips of her pussy. I quickly laid back to do my next set of sit ups hoping I hadn't been caught looking and then paniced. Here I was, on my back legs in the air doing situps facing this girl and with only loose fitting boxer shorts under my exercise shorts, I sat up again quickly and adjusted my shorts, looked up and smiled at here again, damn she was cute.
What could I do? How was I going to approach her? My mind was racing?
