Sara strutted down the hallway, grinning at how the air felt on her skin. Her sports bra was snug around her chest; it was a bit small on Sara, her breasts almost breaking free of the garment, but, for the time being, it held fast. Her spandex shorts were similarly strained. The clingy material was stretched thin, skintight around her hips, and most of her butt hung out the bottom of the shorts, bouncing as she walked. Every step caused the material to shift and wedge itself further between her cheeks, diminishing her already sub-par covering.
All in all, Sara was quite happy with her outfit. She wasn't naked, but she was damn near close. And she had only just gotten there; who knows what might happen later during her visit!
As Sara stepped into the main workout room, she surveyed her options. A few people were already there, though they didn't seem to notice her. One well-built young man was sat on a bench, a dumbbell being lifted up and down in each hand. Two girls were on the treadmills, running in silence with their earbuds plugged into their mp3 players. A group of people, men and women, was leaving as Sara came in, heading towards the jogging track and basketball courts.
Contemplating her options, Sara eventually decided to...
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