Today I went to the gym during my lunch break. It’s not my favorite way to get in my workout, but it’s always a fall-back option when I have post-work plans. I was not excited to complete this workout in the very least, but I was less excited to fight the crowd of moms in the cramped locker room who were taking the same sculpting class as I.
Now, I am not afraid of the naked. I don’t enjoy seeing naked people, especially the wrinkled and unshaven (it’s not the 80′s…please trim), but I’m not too modest to change in the company of other gym goers. It’s the sorority girl in me. You reach a point where you just don’t care. Boobs are boobs. Butts are butts…well, at least that’s what I thought.
A butt is a butt until you are face to cheeks with it. So there I was, bent over securing my tennis shoe when I lifted my head to be met eye level with a bare butt. We’re talking less than a foot of clean air between my face and her ass crack. The timing and angle of this encounter had to be one in a million, but unbenounced to her, one of my sculpting classmates was giving me an up-close and way too personal view of her butt. Yeah, it was all there…cheeks, crack, dimples, hole.
Before I could think, I made a horrified look that involved opening my mouth. I later realized the consequences that would have incurred if she had merely taken a step backward. I quickly turned my head and dodged to my right fearing if I popped up too quickly I would make contact with the ass. I stood up and hugged the lockers as I slipped out of the locker room to safety. It had been a close encounter with a third eye.
