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Dani At The Gym | dirtykentman | 3

 

The changing room is deserted as Dani makes her way in, which surprises her a little, but then she is a little later than normal, having stayed late at work, maybe this time of evening there is a bit of a lull she decides.

As she walks to one of the long benches and drops her bag onto it, she sees clear signs that there must be some people around, closed lockers, a couple of empty gym bags, the normal signs that they must already be in the gym.

Just as she goes to pull her gyn gear out of the bag, she looks around again, and a smile creeps across her face. On one wall there are a number of long mirrors, something she has never worked out the point of, but still, as she is all alone she thinks.

Picking her bag back up, she moves to one of the benches right opposite the mirrors, and as she drops her bag again, she studies herself in the full length mirror. The sight makes her smile, as she sees what everyone else has been staring at all day; black boots up to her knees, a few inches of smooth skin before her legs disappear under her skirt, a tight black one that clings onto her body, and moving up, a red blouse, fitted perfectly to show the shape of her double D breasts, breasts which are nice and firm from all her workouts.

“Not bad Dani, not bad at all” she tells herself as she inspects her outfit, “he don’t know what he missed,” she thinks with a giggle as she wonders whether she would have got that guy’s attention today. She turns around, craning her neck to see how she looks from behind. Without thinking, she allows her hands to run down her sides, over her waist, and then onto her ass, each hand smoothing over her skirt, outlining the shape of her ass, an ass she is very very proud of.

“See girl, this is why you make yourself come here” she says out loud, then feeling a little silly, she takes an embarrassed look around to make sure she really is alone, thankful to see no one has entered without her realising.

“Right, can’t stand here all night admiring myself can I” she speaks out loud again, but still takes a final peak at her ass inside her tight skirt before she moves back to her bag and opens it up.

 

Is it a quick change or does she linger over it?


          A lingering strip

 
 
 

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