”Please, Mark, we really need to work out tonight,” pleaded Cindy.
Mark looked at the two women and said, “You guys know the rules, the gym closes at ten sharp.” “Just for a little while,” begged Jill. Mark, the manager of the Suburban Workout Gym, was about ready tobegin his own workout when these two dingbats showed up just as he was closing up. “Oh well,come on in, I was just going to work out myself, and I could use a spotter,” he said, giving in totheir pleas. Both girls rushed past him and headed for the locker room to change, and Mark, shaking his head, locked the door and went back into the gym to start his workout. He was just finishing up his warm ups when the two women came out of the locker room. Looking them over, Mark had to admit that Cindy and Jill were two of the best conditioned ladies who used the facility, and they really did workout, unlike a lot of the other female members, who seemed to use the club as a social gathering spot rather than a serious workout gym. Both of them eschewed the fancy workout gear for the more mundane if not more practical tee shirts and plain old gym shorts. Even the baggy clothes couldn’t hide the fantastic bodies the girls had developed, with both of them lean but finely muscled, much like that of a champion swimmer. Not bulging, but more smooth with good definition. Cindy, had down right big boobs, probably a D-cup, and while Jill was smaller, she made up for it with quality over quantity.
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