With a huge beautiful smile she just began talking to me. Out of the blue, as a true extrovert.

Before she switched to another gym I used to run into her on the gym floor and in the changing rooms. Interestingly, I keep crossing paths with her outside the gym as well, she must live somewhere nearby. She is very beautiful, her body is incredible, she oozes sexuality, which overwhelms me, since I run on sexual energy most of the time. I find her stunning.

I tend to look away but my attention sharpens every time I see her and it is easy to notice her idiosyncrasies. She sings in the shower. If we happen to be showering at the same time a melodious voice would tell me she’s nearby. She is of Indian origin and the tune she hums I imagine is from a very romantic Bollywood soundtrack. What a beautiful extrovert she is. I have fantasized about joining her in the shower not just once.

The reason I kept my distance is because if she chats and flirts with everyone then I am probably not particularly special. She must be screwing half the gym. I looked at her on the steps machine one day while doing a shoulder exercise with my personal trainer. She was directly in front of me perhaps twenty paces away, climbing the steps like that siren who sings from the ocean to lure her sailors in. She swayed her hips at each step, teasing her beautiful long black hair with her hands and seemingly looking straight at me. I felt so rattled, I was this close to turning around to face the other way but I didn’t want to reveal to her how much she made me struggle so I decided to concentrate harder and looked at the floor. God knows I’ve done that a million times before!

She reminds me so much of Maya, a Persian girl I used to do threesomes with many, many years ago. Maya was just as extroverted and an attention seeker, a real exhibitionist. I remember one evening when we girls were out dancing, Maya owned the floor. She was the most exuberant, the most alive, the most playful, she picked a random guy, handed him her phone, already recording, and made him video her while she danced. He obeyed without blinking such was the effect she had on people. I do miss her. Maya is now based in LA.

I ran into my gym temptress again last week. It was a spectacularly sunny day and she was, as usual, dressed impeccably. With that same beautiful big smile she greeted me and I stopped. We began talking as if we had done this a million times. She is so direct. I can see how she might send a more reserved person spinning. She told me her name is Sunita.

Strange how different I felt this time, it must have been because I had just spent the previous night having wonderful sex and felt extremely satisfied, not to mention my body was happy after another PT session. At last I felt casual with her. She told me she moved to another gym because she is single and feels that she might get luckier at the new place. She told me she hadn’t had sex in three years. I couldn’t believe this. Is she real? I responded that I can hardly go three days without.

“I saw you flirt a lot,” I told her.

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“I do….. but every man at that gym is so full of himself that I got put off and left. Why? Did you notice?”

“Every time. I thought you slept with half the gym.”

“No way, it’s been so long! What about you? Are you single?”

“Hmmmm, not exactly..…”

“Well, I usually get into my zone doing the steps, I love it, but then I need to run to the changing room to play with myself.”

What on earth was going on with this stunning, obviously sexual woman?

How could someone like her struggle to find men? She continued talking and I understood that she is looking for a real relationship, always delaying sex until she is sure she can be serious with the guy. She said that four years ago she dated a man for a whole year without having sex and that when they finally laid down and she told him “You can put it in now……” he answered her that he was in fact in. With her thumb and index finger she showed me a two inch gap. “Hard. This is how big was his dick, hard”. And boomed again that spectacular smile of hers.

I was so taken by her big social energy that I never even thought to propose we swap numbers. We said good bye and parted. I walked on and all kinds of thoughts came barging in. I could certainly help this girl have some fun while she seeks her knight in shining armor. She obviously needs sexual release. Then I sent a voice note to a friend of mine telling him how he could help me loosen up this girl a little. He of course said yes immediately.

She and I seem to regularly run into each other. I trust that at some point we’ll meet again. I fancy inviting her for a coffee and sneaking a few vague questions on whether she has ever been with a girl before.