Folks, here's the first part of a story I once wrote. Hope you enjoy.

== Luna ==

It had been a tough day, down there at the gym. Friday being last working day of the week, people usually stop their work early to start enjoying the weekend. Many of them spend a few hours for body exercise, before they head off to the evening pleasures.

These evenings were still hot - autumn didn't start yet, and the heat of the summer day just didn't seem to cool down after sunset. Usually our gym was quite enjoyable due to the air conditioned climate - just today our aircon failed, and temperatures inside were even worse compared to the outside heat.

I had been giving gym lessons the whole evening. In spite of the heat many people joined, and the warmth had a positive effect on the muscles, giving the sportive audience a further motivation.

It had been the third or forth group that evening when I noticed her. Her body statue was small, as she was of Asian race. She didn't look like Japanese, but I was unable to tell which Asien culture she originated from. Her hair was of jet black color, and her pony tail fell down between her shoulder blades. While she was looking sideways during the side steps I realized her pony tail rooted in a large coil of hair, fixed by two crossing kind of chop sticks. The coil of hair looked tight, yet suggested a massive amount of hair.

God, I always loved the structure of Asian hair, deep black, of strong fibre, yet so soft to the touch. Amazingly shiny and silky. During her moves, her pony tail bounced and swung, resting after every move in perfect silky condition between her shoulders.

Being Asien, her skin was light, clear and clean, and in strong contrast to the darkness of her hair and eyes.

For an Asian girl, her body shape was different to what I expected - she wasn't one of the often thin Asian girls, yet it wasn't too much weight which motivated her to exercise: she had just a perfect shape for my taste.

Due to her tight white shirt one just had to notice a pair of breasts of just the right size for her body height. It seemed to me that her breast were quite firm, as during exercise and due to rubbing of her skin to the shirt, at times her nipples pushed a bit out of the round shape of her breasts. Paired with a most lovely ass, she also posessed that small tiny gap appearing between her thighs, directly below her crotch which was just covered by a mini skirt. Such a leg gap always has a most erotic effect to me. It just drives me nuts to see girls having nicely shaped legs, both legs perfectly aligned and the leg skin in touch with each other - and just very near below their crotch the skin separating to form a little gap, giving way to see what is behind, a gap having just the size of 2 fingers wide, just enough space for...

But it wasn't the arousal due to her leg gap which made me watch her more frequently compared to how often I observed the rest of my training audience. It was the expression of her face, the very light sign of a smile, which drew my special attention. Overall, she gave the impression to rest within herself, slightly isolated maybe from the surrounding, shy for sure. But then again, that tiny bit of a smile which seemed to escape from her inner soul made her appear special.

The heat in the gym room certainly did not only keep the muscles warm - sweat soon started to glisten on forehead, arms and legs of the gym class participants. Trying to reduce the heat, a thin film of humidity soon formed on all open surfaces of their bodies. Those areas covered with textile didn't produce less sweat - the textile just immediately absorbed the humidity.

Whoever chose a colored or dark shirt did optically suffer from the efforts - the textile soaked with sweat did darken, clearly indicating the physical stress by streaks and areas of increased wetness.

That girl with the captivating, hardly noticable smile however gave me the enjoyment of observing her white shirt drinking up her body sweat, resulting in some areas of noticable wetness, of thin white textile clinging to her skin, increasing the awareness of her perfect body shape. Towards the end of the class it was quite noticable that she did not wear a bra at all.

One more class, and my own work day was done as well. Being a trainer I had access to a more comfortable locker room with an own shower section. The junction door to the gym member room clearly indicated "Private", and as so far none of the paying gym members tried to access, us trainers from time to time forgot to lock the junction door when we used our trainer rooms.

After stepping out of my clothes I walked under the shower, selecting a comfortable yet not too hot temperature, closed my eyes and gave my muscles time to soften and relax. I tilted my head back against the wall and enjoyed the moment of inner silence when I gained certainty that I heard silent breathing nearby.

I opened my eyes and looked straight into the dark eyes of an Asian face which carried a barely noticable smile. Her hair was a bit more in disorder now, more shiny and glistening due to the humidity of sweat. A little part of it fell into her face, with some single strands of it sticking to her skin. Even the surprise of her appearance took by far most of my attention, I noticed that one little strand of her hair just touched the corner of her lips, by chance fallen into place as such that the ends of that strand of hair ended just between her full lips which were slightly apart.

Not being a shy boy I did not try to hide myself - I assumed she had been standing there, two arm lengths away from me, for some moments already, giving her enough time to scan my sportive body shape. At this moment however it did not seem at all she took attention of my very naked appearance, her eyes did rest on mine, and the little smile suddenly seemed to me as a smile of knowledge about my inner side, about my secrets and my most lustful desires.

...to be continued...