Guys, let me workout in peace, or else.
 

        To all you guy who think you're hot, this story is for you.  Especially if you like to interrupt a lady's workout when I'm there for myself and not for you.  This happened a couple of weeks ago, and I still get hot thinking about it.
I'm telling this as if you were the one, as a warning.  No need to thank me.

        All through my stretching exercises, you had been staring at me.  Not the appreciative looks one likes, but the gawking of one who thinks that their mere presence is enough to grab a lady's attention.  Hey, I know there's a lot here to enjoy, but it's nice if it works both ways.  Your muscular 5'8" body might be enough for most women, but that faded blue T-shirt and ratty looking red shorts made you look like a loser version of Superman.
        On the other hand, even though I'm only 5'3'', my compact, toned body is accentuated by my 40DD breasts.  And finished off with long firm thighs.  With my tight navy-blue workout pants and light blue top I guess I was quite a site.  I usually work out that this time in the morning to avoid losers like you and usually have the gym to myself.
        After continuously ignoring you while I did my stretching, I was hoping you would get the message.  Persistent guy that you are, when I turned my back to go do my cardio, you decide to make your move.  I ignored your teenager opening line, but you had to push.
        "You think you're so good you don't have to talk to anyone.  It would hurt you to say hello."
        "Unfortunately", I answered, "You will never get to know how good I am.  So, I'll just say 'Good-bye' and get on with my work out."
        "Oh yeah (real brain surgeon response).  You're lucky I'm a gentleman or I'd show you some manners."
        I smiled and shook my head.  "There isn't anything you could show me, especially manners."
        "What, you think just because you're a woman, I wouldn't straighten you out right now?"
        That did it!  Losers are bad enough.  Arrogant losers are prime candidates for a lesson in humility.  Having grown up in a neighborhood where being tough was second only to breathing as part of living, I knew how to handle myself.  It looked like my workout was going to take a different course than I had planned.
        "Oh, don't let the fact that I'm a woman bother you.  Actually, you only say that because you're afraid of getting your ass whipped by one.  In fact, the only reason for saying that is because you think it makes you sound tough.  If there was no here. You wouldn't have said anything at all so as not to embarrass yourself."
        The effect was just I had hoped.  You came towards me swearing and red-faced.  I stopped my cardio exercise and slowly came walked over to you, stopped a couple of feet away and with hands on my hips.  Ignoring your vulgarities I said, "Take a good look, loser, because this is as close to this beautiful body as you're going to get."
        As expected, you lunged at me, but I laughed and stepped back, easily avoiding.  Your face got redder and I smiled even more making you angrier still.
        "Well", I said mockingly, "When does the lesson start?"
        As I expected, you completely lost your cool and swung a right fist at my head, which I easily ducked.  Surprised that you missed, you tried a left with you the same results.  I was now laughing openly.  If you thought my quickness was a surprise, you were about to get a bigger one.  I moved in a little closer, continuing to taunt.  "Hey, I don't have all day.  If you're not going to teach me that  lesson, the least you could do is let me get back you my workout.
        Sure enough, you swung another right a target you were certain you couldn't miss.  This was the part I really liked, the surprise appearing on your face as my left arm blocked your punch.  Then, the surprise turning to shock and pain as my right connected with your solar plexus, producing a loud grunt and doubling you over.  I then drove my left forearm up into your jaw causing you to spin to your left.  My first had confirmed the solidness of your abs, but you had been unprepared.  I knew if I kept you off balance, I could take you out no matter how well built you were.
        So, before you knew what hit you, I stepped forward and a little to the left and drove a short left hook into your right kidney, bringing your right arm down to your side.  I then jumped and kicked you high in the chest with my right foot, hitting the top of the sternum.  You staggered backwards and I moved right in.   With your left hand up to protect your chest and your right hand by your side, I drove a right-left combo into your bellybutton.  Again, without time to tense up, your moan off pain gave a reward that your hard abs did not.  As you doubled over, a right cross to the face knocked you to the floor on your side.
        I knew you weren't done, which was fine with me, because I was just getting warmed up.  As you struggled to your feet moaning in pain, I came up behind you put my foot on your ass and pushed you towards the wall.  You staggered to the wall and just managed to put your hands up to prevent yourself from hitting face first.  I rushed right in and drove short, sharp punches into your kidneys.   After half a dozen shots, in desperation, you swung your fist around, expecting to meet a head, obviously forgetting how much shorter I was than you.  Your action only caused you to spin around so that now your back was against the wall.  Not one to miss an opportunity, I began battering that six-pack with combinations.  When you tried to grab me to blunt the attack. I knocked your arms up and away.  Another right-left to the bellybutton and another right uppercut to the solar plexus had you doubled over and gasping again.
        To spice things up (I was past sugar and nice), I pressed down on your back and with my right leg started driving knee lifts into your upper chest.  After five, your knees gave out and you fell to the mat on all fours.  Perfect position for a field goal.  The loud grunt and your body flipping over onto your back told me my kick was good.  I jumped over and began stomping your chest and stomach, whatever was open.   When both were covered up, I leapt into the air and came down with my nice round ass right on the top of your neck.  Choking in pain you tried to sit up as I rolled away.  Perfect.  I came around to your left side, grabbed your left arm, slid my right leg under back, my left over your stomach and started to squeeze.   Your eyes almost popped out of your head in surprise at the strength of my legs.
        "Not so super now, are you", I teased.  "You certainly do give interesting lessons."
        With that you began to struggle, trying to do anything to escape my vise grip.  The look on your face became increasingly desperate as solid, but beautifully shaped thighs continued to squeeze your guts.  After several minutes, your breath became raspy and your jaw started to grow slack.  Deciding the time was right, I released the scissors, causing you to wheeze trying to get air back into your body.  Going around behind you, I grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your feet.  Three more rights to the right kidney, kept you on shaky legs allowing me to throw you back into the wall.  By now, your arms are hanging by your side and your eyes unfocused.  I put my left hand up against your right shoulder to hold you up against the wall.
        "Along with all your other faults", I said shaking my head, "You sure ain't no man of steel.  More like a super mat that needs a good pounding to clean it."
         I think your reply was another attempt to swear at me, but I really didn't care.  I began throwing right hands into your weakened stomach.  Slowly at first, then faster and faster, I pumped right hands into your guts as your body jerked and twisted with each punch.  After several minutes of this, having at last worked up a good sweat, I paused and dropped my left hand.  Your knees gave out and you crashed to the floor face first.  A final kick to the stomach rolled you onto your back.  Walking over I raised up my left arm and dropped my elbow right into your solar plexus.  Satisfied from your reaction that you were done, I crawled over your body until my bountiful boobs were over your face.  Placing my arms under the back of your head, I pushed your face up into my cleavage.  I figured you might as well get something out of this.
        I could feel your breathe through my top on my breasts.  You began trying to turn your head from side to side looking for escape.  Squeezing even harder, I soon had your mouth and nose completely covered by my fleshy mounds.  With the air cut off, you began bucking wildly under me trying to breathe.  Weakened as you were, it was only a few minutes later that movement underneath ceased.  I released you and sat back on your stomach.  I looked down at you out cold on the floor and shook my head.  It really hadn't been much of a workout after all, but I was sure it one you would never, ever forget.