I had just finished another intense workout. I was strong in the gym. My bench presses maxed out at 410 pounds for six reps! I trained hard. I ate right, and you better believe it showed. That’s when a beautiful woman approached me and asked, “Can I touch your body?”

There I was, standing in the jacuzzi and taking in the sights around the leisure area. Little did I know I was being noticed myself. Before I realized it, this lovely woman was standing next to me. She looked me over with a spark in her eyes. I took in her presence, and that spark quickly became mutual attraction. She was truly beautiful.

She stepped closer and surprised me by saying, “You are so beautiful. Can I touch your body?” I was taken aback, but I’ve always been a kind guy. Who am I to deny someone a simple pleasure? So, I let her touch my body.

She started at my cheek, then moved down my neck. Her fingertips traced the outline of my chest. She smiled, and I knew I liked it. The hairs on my body stood on end, and my body’s reaction told her the same. She continued down, tracing the outline of my abs. Once again she said, “You are just so beautiful. I hope you don’t mind me touching your body like this. I just couldn’t help myself.” Honestly, no — I enjoyed it. It felt really good.

I can only imagine what those watching thought. Some smiled; some tried not to look. She was getting ready to leave, but of course, we exchanged numbers. I planned to give this woman all that her heart desired, and then some. However, that never happened.

Every time I called, it felt like she was hiding something. Other times she was traveling to Hawaii or elsewhere. When she called me, it was brief, and she never agreed to meet up. I don’t recall exactly how it happened, but we lost touch. I stopped calling, and soon after, she stopped calling me. I felt like my time was being wasted, so I left it up to her. I don’t chase or waste my time. On top of that, I was becoming suspicious of her circumstances. So, I backed off.

Though I never got to take things further, I’ll never forget how amazing it felt to be admired that way. How great it was to have a perfect, beautiful stranger come up to me and want to touch my body like she did that night at Bally’s on 42nd Street. I’m not gonna lie, even though I’m in a different place now, I do miss that. It was quite a nice experience.

Can I touch your body?

If that doesn’t motivate you to get fit, I don’t know what ever will.