Lexi Archer [Archer - Switching Leagues

Switching Leagues

Lexi Archer

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First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, July 2019

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I felt the eyes on me as I was finishing up the last of my cable crunches. Sure I could do the old fashioned crunches, but there was something about using weights that always felt better to me for some reason.

Not to mention I wasnt in the mood to throw out my lower back or anything.

I looked up and tried to pinpoint where the eyes were. Its not like eyes on me in the gym were all that out of the ordinary. Its not like this was some sort of huge musclehead gym or something like that down in the city where the bodybuilders did their weights out in the gym itself and their roids in the locker room.

This was just a quiet sort of place in the suburbs where the day crowd of stay at home parents, mostly moms, could come and work out during the day, and the evening crowd of professionals still fighting the ever losing battle of the bulge could come in the evening to try and work off the thousands of calories that came with their fast food lunch by burning a few hundred calories, tops, doing a half assed walk on the treadmill.

My eyes moved to those treadmills now, and thats where I saw him. A guy who looked like hed had a few too many large fries in his day. To his credit he was hanging out on the treadmills trying to work some of that excess fat off.

To his discredit, is that even how you said that? Whatever. He was busy staring at the asses of all the girls around him working out. Yeah, if staring at asses and tits bouncing as women did their thing on the treadmill had been an Olympic sport then this guy definitely wouldve been able to go for the gold.

As soon as he realized I was looking at him looking at me he turned away. A blush came to his face. Well, maybe it was a blush. It was hard to tell. It mightve been the exertion of walking on the treadmill with it dialed all the way up to two on the speed meter.

I grinned and turned away from the dude. Id caught him sneaking a little peek, but its not like that was all that out of the ordinary. At least not these days. Id been spending the past year or so getting myself back into fighting shape.

Honestly I was in the best shape of my life now. As I looked at the mirror attached to the free weight side of the gym I saw a fit woman staring back out at me. My yoga pants, oh so comfortable for working out in, hugged an ass that was tight and curved at the same time. Id made sure to spend an extra little special amount of time getting that part of me to look perfect.

I hadnt even lost all the baby weight in my tits, though I had lost the baby weight everywhere else on my body. Let me tell you, getting a little bit of extra oomph in the chest department had been a pleasant side effect of the whole having kids thing.

Once Id managed to get everything else under control.

Yeah, thered been a time when I could walk through the front door of that gym and I wouldnt get a second look from any of the dudes who haunted the place, but those days were well and truly over now. I was getting glances from all around the place.

They were trying their best to not look like they were looking at me, but I saw them. It was pretty fucking easy to pick out the ones who were trying to catch a little sneak peak.

It always sent a thrill running through me. I couldnt exactly explain it. Just that there was something about knowing these guys were staring at me and thinking about me and fantasizing and knowing they couldnt actually have me. That I was the hottest thing in the room, which was saying something considering some of the hotties who regularly came through here, and they all wanted to fuck me and they couldnt have me.

I was all for my husband. Now if only I could get the lazy bastard to actually come into the gym and do some working out of his own. I sighed, and made my way for the lockers.

Though as I made my way towards the lockers I did see something that had me changing where I was going just a little bit. Its not like it was a huge deviation to go past the squat rack and check out Liam where he was doing his thing.

He smiled and gave me a nod. He was leaning against the bar right now, which meant he was probably in the middle of a rest set. He pulled one of his earpods out and grinned.

Hows it going Connie? he asked.

Pretty good, I said, using the towel to wipe some sweat thatd suddenly magically appeared on me away.

I told myself it was just from my workout, and not that I was getting hot and bothered looking at Liam. He was usually here most mornings working out, and Id started timing those workouts to make sure I got to be here around the same time as him.

It was a little odd to time my workouts around another man, but I figured if there were other dudes around the gym who were going to be checking me out as eye candy then I was going to do the same thing to the few dudes in the place who also qualified as eye candy.

Get your calves in today, Liam asked, pointedly looking at my calves and only my calves.

You know it, I said, grinning and trying to hide my disappointment.

Why is it that of all the guys in the gym who checked me out, the one dude who I wanted checking me out was the one dude who only wanted to look at my body to give me pointers about my bodybuilding? It wouldve been enough to make me think he was gay, nothing wrong with that, but hed talked about some of the girls hed gone out with.

Maybe it was just that he was younger than me. He was in his twenties, going to college and still living at his parents house to save some money, and I was in my thirties with two kids. Two young kids, mind you. I might as well be the Cryptkeeper for all this guy was concerned.

Still, he was a nice kid. Not to mention he was always willing to spot me and give me some pointers about how to get over a plateau.

Not for the first time I found myself wishing that I could get my husband to care about fitness as much as Liam cared about fitness, but I already knew that was a losing battle.

Well you make sure you keep it up, he said, giving me a once over that was all about assessing my progress and not at all about looking at me like a woman, which was endlessly frustrating. Wanna make sure you dont backslide or anything!

Yeah, thanks for the pep talk, I said, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

There really wasnt any more excuse for me to be hanging around here. I blushed as I realized that I was hanging around and not being any better than some of the fat fucks who were always checking me out. I mean there was nothing wrong with someone coming into the gym with a little extra weight on them to try and get it off, but most of the dudes who stared at me were the kind who did a halfassed effort at best.

Whatever. It was time for me to get going before this got awkward. Time to go shower, get dressed, pick up the kids from the childcare at the front, and go from being the goddess of our suburban chain gym, beloved by all in my tight yoga pants, to merely being mom where the only time someone looked at my tits with hunger was when they quite literally wanted a snack.