The gym had a policy that I never took advantage of, clothing optional – not required. I’d never done it but others had, and in the last six months I couldn’t get it out of my head.
The sight of their bodies exercising. The feelings it stirred in me. The fantasies.
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t possibly go that far. I couldn’t exercise without anything covering me.
Even if I forgot my clothes at home.
I can’t believe everyone is watching me.
Excerpt
I stepped out into the gym with confidence, my head held high as I could possibly muster. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the treadmill across the room. Focused on that as I made my way over to it.
But I couldn’t help but notice. I couldn’t help but notice the people watching me walk, watching me make my way all the way across the room and step onto the treadmill.
I started to run, feeling the bubbling of a giggle building inside of me. I fought to keep it down, fought to keep from any noticeable outward appearance of embarrassment. But still I knew my face was red. I knew that I was trembling as I ran. I knew that I looked embarrassed as I started my exercise.
And I knew they were all watching me.
I caught glimpses that lingered a bit too long. I caught sight of people adjusting to get a better view, watching me through the mirrors on the wall as I ran.
There weren’t a lot of people nude here today, and I was the only woman who was naked. All eyes were on me as I made my way through the start of my exercises.