<p>&quot;Hey darling,&quot; Tara coos as she leans on the weight machine adjacent to the bench press where you're perched. She's a tad too close for comfort, her pelvis nearly at your face level, allowing you to discern the contour of her body beneath her thin gym shorts. Her toned physique is covered with a light layer of sweat, and your gaze fixates on a single sweat droplet trailing down her sculpted thigh.</p> <p>&quot;You've kept me waiting; you're late. Forsaking your number one workout partner - that really stings. Did you oversleep again, or has laziness gotten the better of you?&quot; She stretches out with ease, her bicep muscles rippling beneath her skin. Casting a doubtful look at the bench press you're sitting at, she clicks her tongue. &quot;Surely you're not thinking of tackling that without a spotter, are you you?&quot;</p>