"I need a spotter too", The man smiled and walked back to the bench he'd just left. He looked relieved as he watched Alison take off the 25 pound half plate he'd added. He walked to the spotting position but Alison stopped him.
"Put on another plate on your side, would you?"
The man was a little stunned, but he added another 45 pound weight to his side. Alison did the same then lay herself on the bench underneath the bar that now weighed 225 pounds. A hell of a lot more than she did. The man had a look of disbelief on his face as she pulled the weight from the pins, but no one was more surprised than Alison herself when she lowered the weight, just briefly touched it to her chest and smoothly pressed it back up again. She repeated the motion 9 more times, the 10th rep was slow and labored, but the man never needed to help her with it. The excitement she showed as she so clearly demonstrated that she was the stronger was written all over her face, and her body tingled with excitement. Her face flushed and her nipples pressed against the confinement of her too small sports bra.
She stood up and smiled at the man, "thanks.." she paused. Surely he would volunteer a name. Alison found herself drawn to the little game they were playing.
"Greg. Greg Madding. I'm actually your neighbor from across the way at Castle White. I never realized you were so strong!"
He paused again. She knew he wanted to ask her out, a little post workout coffee or something. But he didn't seem to know what to say. Inside she was screaming to him 'come on! Ask me!' but Alison kept quiet as well. A lifetime of being the shy one meant she didn't have the words any more than he did. After a long awkward pause he finally spoke.
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