Kjerstin remembered that she was meaning to go to a gym. It was a good reason to leave Lester's apartment for the day, now that she had accidentally exposed her lean, blonde, big-breasted body to him, the body that had been so average in her home country. She had abandoned the breakfast the big black war veteran had cooked her and locked herself in her room.
"I hope he's not mad. But where would I find the gym? I cannot ask Lester. I don't want to bother him. He is so nice to me, but I am so horrible."
She let her towel drop again, exposing herself to the secret cameras in her room. The hidden lenses devoured the bare skin of her long, lean legs and cute ass.
After a few minutes, Lester knocked on the door.
"Kirstin?"
"Please forgive me Lester. You cook delicious food for me and I embarrass you like a clumsy Swedish schoolgirl."
"Don't worry about it. I don't mind. You have a beautiful body."
Kjerstin blushed behind her door. "Thank you, Lester. That is a sweet thing you say. You are a good friend. I'm lucky to find a friend like you in this country."
"Just being neighborly. Listen, is there anything I can do?"
"No. Yes," Kjerstin interrupted herself. "Is there a gym I could go?"
"Sure," Lester smiled, as he had anticipated this. "There's actually one in the basement of the building. I can walk you down."
"Thank you!" Kjerstin said and paused. "Oh, I am dumb. I did not bring my gym clothes. I cannot work out in jeans or skirt. What do I wear to the gym?" |