Tom Brown
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Last week, I started a spin class. I'll be taking it three days per week for the next few weeks. It's a tough hour and a pretty decent workout.
The class consists of 5 men and 40 women packed into a room that will barely fit the exercise bikes and an instructor. As many of you know, I fancy myself a back row type. This plays into my preference to keep a low profile and also allows me to work like an animal with my face inches away from the ass of the woman in front of me.
Many of the women in the class are nothing short of spectacular. Their fitness and muscle tone is an inspiration in my struggle against obesity. Watching them is deliciously uncomfortable.
Immediately in front of me and just a little to my left is a young woman in her early 20s. I'll bet her waist is no more than 24 inches. She's fantastic. Further away, perhaps 24” to my right and just in front is a woman of 45 years in perfect condition. To my mind, she is the most fantastic looking woman in the class. She could easily pass for mid 30s but I happen to know her and her real age. What's more, she is in world class physical condition and her body is perfectly toned. She hits the class hard and has letter perfect technique and perfect posture every second she is on the monocycle.
In my back row, to my direct left, is the class jock. This guy is in pretty good shape. He's wearing SPD shoes and brand new looking bike clothes from a boutique shop. He obviously fancies himself good pals with the instructor and tries to talk with him frequently, although the instructor doesn't much acknowledge he exists.
Also in the back row, to my immediate right, is the class fatty. You know what I'm talking about... the chick who one day realizes she is 250 lbs so she goes to the gym and trains beyond lethal levels so she can get down to 105 by the weekend. There's no way any competent medical professional would condone her being in the class and worse, she fills the room with methane.
Something I noticed the first class is these women come in dry and before long, moisture develops in the center of their ass. I don't think it's their sphincter as the wet circles are just a little high for that but I also don't think it's sweat running down their backs as the clothes they wear are pretty tight. What's more, it's on the vertical part of their ass where the material is bridging their cleavage.
I've been pondering the source of this ass moisture since last week. So far, I'm clueless. The moisture was there again today, like it was all three classes last week. Both women immediately in front of me get it.
Any idea where it's coming from? I'm desperate and need to know.
The class consists of 5 men and 40 women packed into a room that will barely fit the exercise bikes and an instructor. As many of you know, I fancy myself a back row type. This plays into my preference to keep a low profile and also allows me to work like an animal with my face inches away from the ass of the woman in front of me.
Many of the women in the class are nothing short of spectacular. Their fitness and muscle tone is an inspiration in my struggle against obesity. Watching them is deliciously uncomfortable.
Immediately in front of me and just a little to my left is a young woman in her early 20s. I'll bet her waist is no more than 24 inches. She's fantastic. Further away, perhaps 24” to my right and just in front is a woman of 45 years in perfect condition. To my mind, she is the most fantastic looking woman in the class. She could easily pass for mid 30s but I happen to know her and her real age. What's more, she is in world class physical condition and her body is perfectly toned. She hits the class hard and has letter perfect technique and perfect posture every second she is on the monocycle.
In my back row, to my direct left, is the class jock. This guy is in pretty good shape. He's wearing SPD shoes and brand new looking bike clothes from a boutique shop. He obviously fancies himself good pals with the instructor and tries to talk with him frequently, although the instructor doesn't much acknowledge he exists.
Also in the back row, to my immediate right, is the class fatty. You know what I'm talking about... the chick who one day realizes she is 250 lbs so she goes to the gym and trains beyond lethal levels so she can get down to 105 by the weekend. There's no way any competent medical professional would condone her being in the class and worse, she fills the room with methane.
Something I noticed the first class is these women come in dry and before long, moisture develops in the center of their ass. I don't think it's their sphincter as the wet circles are just a little high for that but I also don't think it's sweat running down their backs as the clothes they wear are pretty tight. What's more, it's on the vertical part of their ass where the material is bridging their cleavage.
I've been pondering the source of this ass moisture since last week. So far, I'm clueless. The moisture was there again today, like it was all three classes last week. Both women immediately in front of me get it.
Any idea where it's coming from? I'm desperate and need to know.