A crush on a body building instructor, sweaty muscles, sex and mirrors and an unexpected inspiration for a work of art.
That first day I was torn between the excitement of finally getting to work seriously with free weights and admiring the powerful physicality of Becky Strauss. Becky’s breast were small and firm and she never wore a bra. When she demonstrated flies on the incline bench, I could barely breathe from the sight of her. The working muscle groups were completely visible from the spaghetti strapped leotard she wore. I held my breath as she lifted the dumbbells in an arc in front of her chest. The motion compressed striated pectorals, forcing her lovely small breasts to rise to exquisite prominence with each press of the dumbbells. All the while, her nipples were like two large pearls straining just beneath the caress of lycra.