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One day my boss called me in to his office at work. He told me they were changing my shift patterns at work. A few days a week now I would be starting later and finishing later. I didn't mind really. I mean a couple extra hours sleep a few times a weel was no cause for complaints. The only problem I did have was it cut into my workout routine. A few nights a week I would go to the gym after I finished work. But now on two of those days I would be finishing later and wouldn't be able to get there on time. So i decided that what i would do is use the extra time in the mornings and go for a run, saving me the need to go to the gym in the evening.

The morning of my first early run, I left my flat at 7.30 a.m. I walked out into the corridor and looked down at my smart watch to set the timer. I was so distracted doing it, that i didn't realise I almost walked into someone. I looked up, instantly apologising and found myself stood in front of a woman. A very attractive woman, I thought. She must have been a little older than me. She had dark blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and grey/blue eyes. She apologised too and flashed a smile. A very cute smile too, she had dimples in her cheeks. I realised that I recognised her. She was my neighbour from across the hall. I'd only ever seen her once since I'd moved in, and that was on the day I moved in. We had passed in the hall as I was moving boxes in, and said hi to each other, but that it. She must have recognised me at the same time too, as we both smiled and said hello. I took in what she was wearing for the first time. She was wearing what looked like work out gear, and a few beads of sweat on her forehead made me think she was just getting back from a run. She was wearing a black lycra crop top that zipped down the front, undone just enough to see a little of her chest, lightly glistening with sweat. Her breasts underneath looked like they were small and perky. Her top ended a little below her breasts, displaying her smooth, toned stomach. She had lycra leggings that matched her top. I could see how skintight they were, as I stood taking in the shape of her thighs and the small mound of her crotch.
'Fuck she is gorgeous' I thought to myself. It felt as though my shorts were getting tighter as blood started to flow down south. Worried that I was now staring, I awkwardly said bye and stepped around and and kept walking down the corridor. I took a look back over my shoulder and saw her bent over, maybe stretching or tying her shoelace. Her back side was just as perfect as the front. I tore myself away from staring again, not wanting to he caught and thought of as a pervert, and finally left for my run.

From then on I began to plan my runs around the same time, making sure I would bump into her and see her again. And I did most days. The colour and style would change, but she would always be wearing the same kind of figure hugging work out gear that showed off her amazing body. On some days I could make out the hard protrusion of her nipples beneath her top. I wasn't sure whether she was a little cold from being outside, or was like some girls I had known, who found themselves getting turned on from the rush of endorphins releases during excercise. In my head, I hoped it was the latter. The more we kept "bumping into" each other, the more we began to talk to each other and became more friendly. But even at that point, I had no idea just how friendly we were about to become.