Chapter 4

I hoped that she wouldn’t feel it because of the way she was bent over. She wasn’t plastered up against me, and she was distracted. I tried not to move, willing it to go down, but all I could feel was her warm body and all I could smell was the scent I had so often smelled when Jackie walked out of the bathroom, as naked as the day she was born. My cock twitched and continued growing.

After a moment she stopped crying, sniffled one or twice, and hiccupped, then stepped back from me. I tried to turn – my cock was tenting out the front of my sweatpants – but she caught my hand and thanked me for being so nice and understanding. I was half-turned toward the door, and when I looked back at her I could see that she was staring at my crotch.

She stared for a long time, then looked up and caught my eye. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. I started to stammer out an apology, but she smiled a half-smile and stepped back. She took a deep breath, and undid the tie to her robe. It fell open, hanging freely, and I caught a glimpse of the inner slopes of her breasts, her taut abs, and the shadow between her legs. “It looks like we’re both ... missing something right now,” she said, shyly.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. Cheating on Jackie had never even crossed my mind, but I was so desperate! I stepped over to her, put my hand behind her head and felt her wet curls. I drew her toward me and kissed her, tasting mint and herbal tea. Her lips were so warm and soft, and I pushed my tongue past them and into her warm mouth. She sucked on my tongue and then pushed back with her own. Our tongues jousted for a moment, and then she slipped hers past mine and probed my own mouth deeply.

I felt her nipples, hard and taut against my chest, and I brought my other hand up under her robe. I ran my fingers up along her side and then around her back, feeling her ribs and the muscles she had developed from rowing. I tried to flip the robe off, but she had her arms around me by that point, her hands cupping my shoulder blades, pulling me closer as hard as she could.

We were pressed against each other tightly, my cock pushing my sweatpants into her crotch. With my right hand still on the back of her head, pulling her lips against mine so hard that I wondered how we were able to keep breathing, I ran my left hand down her back and caressed her hard, muscular ass. As we took turns sucking on each other’s tongues, my fingertips traced down the crack of her ass and then underneath, toward her sweet pussy. I wasn’t able to quite reach the Promised Land, but I felt soft hair and the beginnings of a cleft.

She gasped and broke our kiss. For a moment I was afraid that I had gone too far, but she grabbed the hem of my shirt, stepped back, and pulled it over my head in one motion. Then she shrugged and dropped the robe.

I like to think that I’m in pretty good shape. I try to eat right, and like I said I spent all summer running every day. I’m used to wearing bathing suits and shorts and tee shirts and not being ashamed. But I had nothing on her. Delaney looked like a world-class athlete. I was in awe. As she came in for another kiss, I held up and my hand and moved back a half step. “Just a minute,” I murmured, “you’re so beautiful; just let me look for a minute.”

She was absolutely sculpted, all taut muscle and smooth skin. Her short reddish hair was still wet, and it perfectly framed her cute face. She had a strong jaw line and no extra flesh under her chin or on her cheeks, making her face look longer and leaner than it really was. Her nose was thin and maybe a bit too large, but perfection is boring. Her eyes, as I’ve said, were big and blue. A half-smile played about her lips and she looked out at me from under her light brows.

She was shy and I could tell that she wasn’t comfortable being on display, but she loved the fact that I thought she was so pretty. Big, muscular girls don’t often get the chance to feel pretty in our society, and that’s a crying shame.

She had no makeup on, obviously, but her skin glowed with health and the remains of the summer’s tan. Her shoulders were solid, her arms muscular and long, and her hands ended in long, thin fingers. Faint tan lines of a bikini top perfectly offset her smallish breasts. Normally I wouldn’t call a B cup small, but on a girl her size they seemed tiny. They were set high on her chest, and her nipples were dark brown and huge, larger than pencil erasers and surrounded by tight, crinkled areolas.

Her abs were hard and defined, a six pack in a V leading straight down to her crotch. The muscles of her sides flowed down and around the points of her hips, setting them off as if they were islands. Her belly button was tiny and pierced, a rhinestone flashing out from its depths.

Her pussy lay in the deep valley of her muscular thighs, and though she didn’t shave her bush it was light and very sparse. Her pubic hair was redder than the hair on her head, and I could easily see her lips through it. They were swollen, glistening with her juices. Her calves were just as muscular as her thighs, and her toes were long and thin like her fingers.

I took her all in in a moment, and my cock visibly jumped in my pants. She grinned as I stepped up to her, placed my hands on her hips, my thumbs out across her abs and pointing to her pussy. She gasped and held her breath, and after a moment I said, “Look into my eyes.” She did, biting her lip.

I moved my hands slowly upward, feeling the contours of bone and muscle and smooth, warm skin. When I got to her chest, I moved my thumbs up and over her breasts and slowly began circling those incredible nipples. I was as gentle as I could be, barely touching them, around and around, and she stared into my eyes as she started to breathe quickly. Slowly I moved my hands so that they were cupping her breasts, the skin of my palms taught, teasing nipples that were so hard they must have ached.