Remi rubbed her eyes - her face scrunching up. Ugh...that was one hell of a migraine. It had happen now too, of all times! Well...it wasn't the worst time. She supposed it was better if it was confined within the locker room as opposed to during the competition. At the same time, maybe it came up from her nerves getting to her. She had to calm down. The woman began breathing exercises she had practiced hundreds of times before as she looked over herself to boost her confidence.
She was as fit as she had ever been. Abs as noticeable as ever among her other muscles. Heh...she had to admit, the way Marty was turned on by them almost satisfied her more than her physique itself. Her thoughts continued towards her fiancé as her breathing reached a steady rhythm. She wondered what part of her body he loved most. Maybe her fat E Cup tits were better contenders? Or perhaps her big and soft yet pert rear? It could even be her fat pussy the way she pounded his dick into it...mmm~
Her face tinted to a light peach as Remi explored her happy place. She remembered how Marty first reacted when she saw this swimsuit. Even before that, she knew from just putting it on that it would do amazingly both in her athletic endeavors alongside her romantic ones. The breasts were comfortable enough for her to swim around in, but showed off her cleavage in a resting position. The way it hugged up against her lower areas were sexy as well. The back rode up her crack and hid snuggly between her cheeks. The front showed off cameltoe so apparent she may as well have been nude. This may have been disadvantageous for most women, but for Remi, the way it hugged up so tight only reminded her of her motivation. Every time her privates tingled, the adrenaline that she had during sex flared up in full force during her races. That was just one of the many reasons why she loved Marty. That was just one of the many reasons why she was a champion. That was why she was Remi.
Remi let out a sigh with a smile, readjusting her swimsuit. She had worn it for her previous races and damn if she wasn't going to wear it for this statewide one! The swimsuit was branded as 'Emily's', a relatively popular athletic brand, if a bit expensive. Thought it was a national brand, the clothes felt specifically tailored to her. Not a body like hers, but specifically and uniquely her! In the past, that had given her immense confidence...but why did that thought irk her in this moment? What was it about thinking about this brand that had existed for decades before her that suddenly made her feel like...it was TOO fitting for her? The bride-to-be restarted her breathing exercise until the minor anxiety slipped past her mind like the countless strokes she accomplished.
At the same time, she looked to her side, noticing there was a camera sitting on the bench. Right...right, that was that antique camera she had found earlier. God, she couldn't be so scatterbrained today! She stood up and did a few stretches before taking the camera to a locker, placing it inside. She wasn't sure why she brought it in here at first, but now she was positive there was something special about it...something that called to her. Perhaps a good luck charm? Or...was it actually an omen?