“… I really wish I was stronger!”
She started flexing herself and mock posing clad in nothing but cute white underwear, her thighs jiggling with each sudden movement before softly settling into rest.
“Trust me, I’ve been working out where I can! But I still can’t seem to get any definition going, and I’m kinda disappointed …”
With another flex she showed off her arms, causing her bra to work overtime to contain her rogue mammaries while the hint of a six-pack tried to be seen past the cute chub of her tummy.
With a sigh she relaxed it all, letting her restless excess relax from the strain.
“I bet you don’t have this much trouble do you? Look at you!” she teased, moving her hands closer to feel up your arms and trace the power of your muscle. “I bet you love how easy it is to work out …” her hands began tracing from bicep to shoulders “… especially when you have two big steroid factories in your pants …”
You felt her hands move faster, down over your modest chest and past your barely there six pack, the cold of her palm spreading a chill across your body.
She stopped embarrassed by her own forwardness.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I am really not that kinda girl, I didn’t mean to get up in your space! It’s just this place …”
She backed off pleadingly, but something about her made you instinctually follow … to reassure her, to hold her as she did you.
“Don’t be sorry. I totally understand! And … well …”
“Well?” Mia repeated, perked up by the turn of fortune.
This was no small deal, but something about this weird idea felt too good to pass up.
“Well, I think I can help”