I was beginning to question my own grasp on reality so I decided to browse my phone for a bit and quit watching the group of size. Today was my day to relax anyways. As I was messing around with my phone my mind kept wandering back to the table of women. How did I miss the brunette’s tits? Why did I think the redhead was ugly? How did I not notice the chubby girl's gut? The questions raced through my head.
Looking back they were still there. Drinking coffee and chatting. The conversation seemed to still be dominated by the MILF who was animatedly telling another story, but the redheaded daughter kept catching my eye.
The combination of long red hair, porcelain skin, and her cute face was really doing it for me. Plus based on her mother it looked like she was going to stay in pretty good shape as she got older. “I bet her mother works out. I mean she obviously has good genetics, but I bet she hits the gym multiple times a week. She’s probably hiding a tight body under that loose cardigan.”
Concealed by the cardigan, the redheaded mother’s thin body began to tone up. Her thin almost frail arms and legs began to gain muscle from her regular trips to the gym. As her body finished shifting, I noticed the mother straighten up in her chair.
The mother’s newfound fitness interest had trickled down to her daughter. While she was still thin, she no longer looked dainty. Instead the redheaded daughter looked like she could be a pretty good athlete if she put the work into it.
The redheaded daughter got up and headed back to the counter to order another coffee. I was transfixed by her long lean body. She had such a nice bubble butt that I hadn’t noticed before. “The other two may have better tits, but I’ll take the redhead hands down.”