Nice butt, he thought.
Actually very, very nice butt. Firm, and just the right size. And of course the squats were helping. A butt that juts out just a little from the hips looks even better.
The face he couldn’t see.
Why don’t people work out in front of the mirror, he thought.
Still, this was as good a view as any. And the track pants were nice too. All snug and dark. And the T-shirt had a small patch of sweat near the back. And with every squat it lifted just a little to show a nice firm back. All brown and tanned.
“ Come on great butt, turn.......”
And it happened. Their eyes met. He was embarrassed at being caught staring, and after a second of panicking that his face must be all flushed, he relaxed.
Great butt was grinning at him.
He grinned back. Finished his last stretch, and walked across.
Hi Pawan, I’m Amit.
when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's amore: courtesy dean martin