Becoming Linda

Jim was very different from Steve and myself; he was black, much taller than either one of us, and at 35 was a lot older than either of us. He also was very mean and intimidating. No wonder he could not keep many of his customers or maintain his business. I always felt sorry for the way he treated Steve, and I think it was obvious to Steve that I sympathized with him but I did not dare make Jim notice this.

I guess, Steve noticed and felt that he wanted to be nice to me in return, or at least this is what I initially thought, so he acted like a personal trainer any time he got a chance without drawing Jim's attention.

On my second month I started noticing that Steve was more than paying attention to my training, he was also paying a lot of attention to my body by "stealing" looks at me through the mirrors or when he thought I was not watching. The first time I caught him, he was looking at my bubble butt while I was face down on the bench and doing butt and thigh curls. At first I felt awkward and uncomfortable, so I looked away from him and for some reason I was afraid he would notice that I saw him.

I continued to exercise but I could still feel him looking at my butt. Through the reflection in the mirror, I could see why he was ogling my butt. I was wearing a fluffy red shorts that were really short; one that I had borrowed from my sister. The shorts were pulled up so high that almost half of my butt was showing, it was covered for the most part by my light blue satin underwear that was riding tight in the crack of my ass.

I started to get turned on with the idea that I am getting Steve's attention and my cockett was starting to get hard and press against the bench giving me an incredible feeling. I looked back at the mirror to see if Steve was still watching, he sure was, and he had an obvious hard-on that he was trying desperately to hide. Even though I was embarrassed, I had an incredible feeling that I could have such an effect on anybody.