Posteriority

I have to admit, and I'm almost ashamed to say it, that the main reason I workout is that the gym is the one place you can guarantee a fix of tight, toned bodies. I'm not above a good ogle between sets, all those mirrors do come in handy when checking out the gym bunnies, don't they?

No idea what I'm taking about? Yeah, right!

Myriam is one of the reasons I go to the gym I go to and the only reason I go there on Monday evenings. She is one of those rare ladies who has some real muscle on her.

Though we've been acknowledging each other for quite a while, we only started talking recently, so I was a little surprised when she asked if I wouldn't mind taking a picture of her back so she could better assess her own symmetry.

Would I mind? Errrr, no.

I must say I found it rather difficult not to shake as I held the camera and zoomed in on her ripped muscular back, but I managed to take a couple of OK shots. It got much much harder (and I don't just mean holding the camera) when she started pulling down her trousers and panties and asked me to take one of her glutes as well.

Dear reader, I don't mind telling you I was in heaven when she flexed her butt, but I pulled myself back down to Earth and didn't forget to ask her to send me a copy of the pic for posterity.

With a naughty smile, she looked back at me over her shoulder.

'You're a cheeky one, aren't you?'

'That makes two of us,' I replied.

Click.