It was just another afternoon at the beach for Geil. She began her usual workout at the outdoor complex of the Wild Coast Gym. The place was only open for summer, making many users of that business looking for some fresh breeze and a scorching sun to tan their builds. Geil looked focused at the heavy dumbbells she was lifting with one hand after another. She could feel the pressure building up on her forearms and back, in order to keep those muscles fit and ready. Her huge chest moved softly up and down inside the tight overall she always wore for the summer workout, making the few males using the other tools at their disposition to give her a peek or two with some interest. She was the only female usual customer for the outdoors place. She gasped with each lift of those dense weights almost trying to slip from her fingers, while she tried to keep her mouth open in order to regulate the intense heat she was building up not just from the workout, but the fine summer heat that drizzled and rustled her body with a breeze from the blue endless looking sea. However, something out of her ordinary day began to shift her attention.

Her ears began to shake at a sound. She could hear some grunts far inside the beach. Due to her martial arts expertise, Geil could notice something on those. A rude, male tone on them, showing momentum and force, was distracting her from lifting those weights and made her stop.
She began to leave the concrete floor of the street and began to move her head at the source of that male noise. Guided by the sheer senses of her hearing, she ended up at the lip of the sea, watching at an unexpected stranger: a male wolf, around her age, dressed in nothing but some swimming trunks, fingerless fighter gloves, and a headband. The young wolf was half-clenched on the sand, gasping hard every time his hands dealt a strike into the air, like if he was doing some sort of shadow boxing. The dog girl could barely recognize such hand movements, as she was more used to direct forms of martial arts, especially Kung Fu. The moves of that male wolf were, however, much agiler and fluid, as if there was almost no time to recover between each dealt hit. It was a long time since Geil had witnessed a practitioner of a different martial art than hers, and that could do nothing but to enhance her curiosity to unknown borders.
Geil’s own body began to react at all she could saw: the ripped muscles building on the torso of the wolf, the thickness of those arms striking the air, almost piercing the air itself. The wolf having his eyes closed, almost changing the shape of his hands with each sudden strike, sometimes faster and faster. She was even impressed how the force applied on such training didn’t make him budge and kept the stranger standing on that wet sand as if a gun had fired a bullet and there was no recoil.

Geil’s mind began to play with her heart, making it pound louder and faster, to the point she could hear nothing but the pumping sound inside her ears, almost excited and curious to meet such stranger, making her nothing but stay still and smile. However, she didn’t want to interrupt such martial beauty in motion.

What was she going to do?

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Oh yeah! Looks like Geil-Ling here just found herself some macho man tuning his skills at the verge of the beach.
What will happen now?

Also, something clean and written quickly, for a change.

© Characters:  GreatdragonAD & me
© Art:  Shonuff44