Women’s butts in work out clothes

I went to the YMCA one day and was doing my routine. And this young lady laid down in front of me doing the exact same thing as this young lady.

But her tights were shear. You could actually see through them. No undies. I could see ever shaven hair stubble. It looked like a thousand goose bumps.

And of course I could also see her beautiful wing folded butterfly. And every time her legs would rise and drop. Rise and drop it looked as if the wings were fluttering. It was hypnotic. That beautiful butterfly was flying. Up and down. Back and forth.

Then it accrued to me that I was motionless. Just sitting there. Watching. Up. Down. Back and forth. Up. Down. Then I liked around only to see others. No motion. They were looking, Up and Down. Back and forth.

Until someone walked by completely amune to our hypnotic trance. We all looked at each other and ashamed of what we were doing.

Watching. Up and Down. Back and forth.
 
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