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Nicole hated the treadmill, but it was a necessary evil - she was proud of how her body had changed over the last few months - thighs and butt now toned and firm, stomach flat; it was worth the effort. As she ran, she tried to zone out, letting the music from her iPod fill her brain, displacing the messages from her aching knees and bursting lungs. She would have closed her eyes were it not for the fact that she'd seen someone fall off this thing only the other day, and also that there was something interesting to watch in the mirror as she worked.....

The girl was obviously flirting with that guy. Girl? Well, mid twenties. Very pretty anyway, and didn't she know it? He was on the rowing machine, working hard - obviously very fit. He'd been on it for half an hour, and no sign of letting up. Sweat was pouring down his back, and though Nicole couldn't see his face, she had to admit that his body was fantastic - the muscles on his arms were huge, defined, almost chiselled. Strong shoulders and back, he looked like he could carry Nicole and that girl one under each arm without batting an eyelid. Maybe even benchpress them.....

The girl was on the pec deck, looking right at him as she opened and closed her arms, thrusting her chest towards him. So blatant! Nicole tried to hide a smile as she watched, and made a bet with herself: "if that girl doesn't get on the Hip Adductor next, I'm going to do another 3km on this thing!" Nicole herself had never had the nerve to use that machine - it was supposed to work your inner thighs, but she just thought it was designed by a man in order to watch women opening their legs.

She studied the pair of them as they worked out. She'd seen the girl around quite a few times before, but didn't know her name. He was new in the last couple of weeks. It looked like they knew each though, but not quite on boyfriend / girlfriend terms. Maybe they worked together? Maybe they just knew each other from meeting here. Suddenly she felt a pang of jealousy - she wanted to be flirting with him, to be the one he was looking at. Shaking her head, she laughed to herself. Partly because she was in her 30's and far too old to be struck down by petty jealousy, but mostly because the girl was now clambering onto the "look at my crotch" machine, slowly, deliberately, and staring the guy straight in the eye as she did so, almost daring him to avert his gaze downwards between her legs.

"Thank god for that," she thought, "not sure I could do another 3k!" She dialled the treadmill down, slowing to a fast walk, warming down gently rather than coming to a sudden stop. As her breathing slowed too, she realised that she too was caught in the girl's trap, and had been watching her legs opening and closing for about the last 30 seconds. Her tight shorts left little to the imagination. "What a tart!" whispered Nicole to herself - a knee-jerk response to the fact that she was embarrassed at having caught herself staring between another girl's thighs. Grabbing her towel, she headed for the showers.

As the warm water cascaded over her, soothing her aching body, Nicole kept telling herself that it didn't mean anything, that she was only staring in that direction absent-mindedly, and that she could just as well have been staring at a spot on the wall. But there was no denying that she couldn't get the image out of her head, and as she soaped herself, she was surprised at the tingle that went through her body as her fingertips brushed her clit. Angry at herself, and confused that she was turned on by something she'd never even thought about, she concentrated on less delicate parts of her body - rubbing her calves, her knees, her forearms, rinsing her hair through.

Nicole turned round under the shower to find the girl standing before her, naked as the day she was born. Hands on hips, perfect boobs jutting out. "I saw you looking at me," she said in a tone that demanded an explanation.

"I... I'm sorry. I was just, you know... people watching."

"Crotch watching more like. Are you a lesbian or something?"

"No!! God no!! Never. I was more interested in him! I was just watching you, wandering what he liked about you." Nicole smiled a little, attempting reconciliation. "To be fair, it's not hard to see."

The girl's face softened slightly. "Thank you, you're in good shape yourself. But Rick!! He is to die for! Don't you think?"

"Is that the guy you were, umm, flirting with?"

"Yeah. I work with him, and when his gym closed I suggested he come here. I kissed him once at a party, but he hasn't really shown much interest since. He's a very strong silent type - very dominant at work, but I want him soooo bad! I guess that machine made me look pretty desperate, huh?"

"A little! If he didn't get the message then, well.... Maybe he's gay?"

The girl finally introduced herself as Mandy, and they chatted while they dressed. As Nicole left the gym she kept thinking of Rick's firm body, and promised herself a long bath with her toys later on. She also kept thinking about Mandy's crotch, and how her own body had responded to the sight. Although she wasn't comfortable with the thought, she was sure that she would be able to focus her mind emek escort on Rick later, and as she walked across the car park and turned on her iPod, she smiled and told herself that at the very least, she had made a new friend at the gym.

In her own little world, Nicole didn't notice as the car began to pull out, and didn't hear it because of the music in her ears. It didn't hit her hard, but it was enough to knock her over, and as she fell she banged her head on the back of another car. She didn't feel herself land.

"Nicole? Nicole! Wake up hun..." That voice was familiar, the one in the background not.

"What... What happened?" Nicole opened her eyes to see Mandy's face looking down at her, relieved.

"You got hit by a car. But you're gonna be OK, don't worry. Rick