Micha May wraps her leg around her head and gets slammed.
January 15, 2008
At the risk of sounding conceited, I’ll say that I’m a better-than-average-
looking 23-year-old divorced woman. I’m also a physical-fitness nut. Knowing
this is what made my next-door neighbor Arty ask me if there was a way I would
help his friend get in shape for his senior year of college football.
Because of our conflicting schedules during the week, I told Arty to have him
come over Saturday. My spacious basement is an excellent place to exercise.
Besides, I thought it would be more convenient than the public gym.
My alarm was set for eight o’clock, but the persistent ringing of the doorbell
woke me before it went off. What made it worse was that I was right in the
middle of a very erotic dream. As I slipped into my bath-robe and grudgingly
went to answer the door, I was acutely aware of the wetness between my legs.
When I opened the door, there stood my neighbor’s friend and a buddy of his.
The sight of these two young, muscular bodies standing in front of me with
their cut-offs and tight T-shirts quickly jarred me out of my sleepy daze.
“Sorry to wake you, Ms. Elliot, but Jeff and I are anxious to get started,”
said Brad, my neighbor’s friend.
“I am too!” I said in my sexiest voice. “You guys go down to the basement,
and I’ll be down as soon as I put something on.” Both of these gorgeous hunks
had their eyes riveted to the spot where my loose fitting robe left a large
portion of my 38D tits showing.
When I exercise, I usually wear tights underneath a one-piece bathing suit .
But I wanted to look sexy. I slipped into a string-bikini bottom and a cutoff
T-shirt that barely covered my bare breasts. My sensitive nipples were clearly
visible, as were a few strands of blond pubic hair. “Perfect,” I said aloud,
as I pressed the thin bikini up into my wet slit.
When the guys saw the way I was dressed, Brad dropped a dumbbell on his foot
and Jeff tripped while skipping rope. I spent about 15 minutes trying to teach
them basic aerobic exercises, but it was impossible to hold their attention.
Every time I raised my arms, my tiny T-shirt would ride up, thereby exposing my
tits completely. When I bent over, the flimsy bikini slipped so far up my
crack that I might as well had been wearing nothing at all. All of this caused
the bulges in their shorts to swell to the point where they were in pain.