Gym Admirers

Walking into the gym, I was hit by a waft of cold air from the AC and the smell of musky sweat that had accumulated over years of intense training. I was also hit by the realization of what I’d just done. Today I forgot my sports bra and my nipples brushed freely against my shirt. I caught some sideway glances the first few minutes as every member seemed to notice my clothing situation, but nothing out of the ordinary. I kept a tally in my head of every person and their reaction, trying to determine which one was the most telling. None jumped at me. There were those who did a double take, those who required a triple one, those who looked once and lingered a little bit to take it all in, and those who looked once and then tried to not look again for a while until their eyes inevitably landed back on my chest for one more check. Whoever my naughty admirer was, she was good at not making herself very obvious.
After some warm-up cardio on the elliptical, where my upper arms brushed way too often against my shirt and my chest bounced more freely than I’d ever felt. I moved to the weight lifting area. I rushed to grab a weighted plate and came to the empty incline bench.Who in their right mind would train without a bra when they have nice sized breasts to account for?