Locker Room
I have been observing her ever since I saw her first time in the locker room at gym. She is in good shape and does not need such rigorous exercise that she actually does for two hours These two hours meant feast to my eyes. Around her I feel like being in other beautiful world.. She is so well in shape to believe that she is living in her late 30s. She accompanied me at times during my treadmill walks; this companionship lead us to exchange of ideas, jokes, music, life and many other things. We were looked upon with envy by many other men and women in the gym. There were few who fancied me but many of them were hooked by her charms.
It was painful to know about her divorce and the pain she goes through because of conservative family. They looked after her and her child lovingly, but there is no one to understand her loneliness, her need for love, her need of companion ship, the fact of missing bodily pleasures. Tears peeped out from her big kohled eyes making them shine every time she struggled to hide her pain talking about her family’s discomforts over her individuality. I could not help to silently admire her beauty even when she was crying.
With passing time she developed comfort and faith in me and started sharing facts of her failed marriage life with me. I fell more for her knowing her thoughts and qualities as an individual. She belonged to a very conservative community, but was bold enough to eat non-vegetarian food, consume alcohol, smoke and to have multiple relationships too. She shared all these things with me, which secretly fascinated me more about her. I once tried to know the reason behind her divorce when she very bluntly told me to stay away from it. That actually increased my curiosity but thought of her disconnecting with me made me to hold on.
The best part of my gym time was the locker room time she spent with me. She used to share all her stories of child hood, teenage, adulthood, marriage and even current affairs. I enjoyed almost all of it, except of her current affairs and the pain she went through waiting for real love. Meanwhile the chats of locker room, I didn’t miss to give words to my envy for her curves, and flawless skin. She has smooth velvet like skin with no spots at all, not that she is too fair, but she shines like silk. Her curves are too perfect to mistake her with a sculpture, designed up to perfection. She never hesitated to change in my presence. Standing in front of me just in her under garments looked like a casual happening to her. She didn’t just choose her attires to flaunt her beauty, her under garments were the proof how much she loved her body. She picked them up so neatly that she looked more alluring out of her branded jean pants and body hugging T-shirts she usually wore.
My liking for her was not just sexual but I loved to feel lust for her. I used to wait for her to smell around me, her body smell made me feel so high that I was getting addicted to it. Combo of her perfect teeth line, milky teeth and pink lips always gave hard time to me resist I kissing her. Every time she laughed sharing those saucy stories and every time her lips curved down when she cried I badly wanted to hold her and kiss her. But I couldn’t.
Our closeness grew every time we spent time in that small locker room. I don’t know how much she liked me, but I was going almost crazy for her. We both were one of the most regular members of the gym. She was my reason to be one and didn’t know if I were reason until one morning. I was waiting for her as she was late than her usual time to hit the gym. I was busy thinking various reasons for her delay.
“Would you want me to go in for steam bath? Its Saturday today and tomorrow will be off.” Gym manager threw his question loudly to wake me up.
“Oh, yes” I just replied without even realizing if I actually didn’t want to.
“Steam room is ready, take a quick shower and get in.” He blabbered with irate in his voice. I was the only one demanding steam baths regularly and that meant extra work for him, so he disliked me and my love for steam baths.
I walked to the locker room leading me to shower and steam room. I wrapped myself in a towel after a quick shower and was just about to walk in to the steam room when I looked at her t-shirt lying in a corner. I am sure she would have forgotten it yesterday, I couldn’t stop picking it up and smell it; I was missing her badly. Exactly when I smelled her T-shirt, she opened the door and walked in. She was baffled to see her T-shirt in my hands and more to that I smelled it. She said nothing and went in a shower chamber. She walked out in a few minutes wrapped in a towel, while I stood there with head down in embarrassment.
She grabbed my hand and dragged me to steam room with her. She planted a passionate kiss on my lips.. We felt each other and made each other feel that we are lucky to be same. I am sure we sweat more with love heat then steam around us. We quickly picked up the towels from the floor, took shower and moved out of the locker room.
She whispered in my ear “You are the first one to know the reason of my divorce.” For the first time I didn’t feel pain in her voice when she talked about her divorce. In fact she sounded light heartened.
She winked at me when we overheard gym instructor saying, “It’s good that they have found sisters in each other.”
Our secret lies within the four walls of locker room.
© Kajal Mehta 2012
