of
indignation.
“Good then let’s go.” I stood and he
followed suit more slowly. He dragged his feet all the way to the
elevator and down the hallway to his room. “Go on you big
scaredy-cat. I promise I won’t hurt you too much.” I opened my door
and walked in and stopped. “This is just too weird.”
“What’s too weird kitten?” Kyle asked from
the bed where he was laying wearing my pajama bottoms, but unlike
Carson, who could pull the shirt off somewhat, these pants, though
are big on me, were absolutely tiny on him. He had pulled them up
to about his knees and sat there looking at me wearing a big shit
eating grin.
“You are as bad as he is.” I nodded to the
door where Carson stood with massive arms cross his chest and when
he dropped his arms and Kyle fell off the bed on onto the floor
laughing so hard. “Ok children fun and games are over. Carson
promised to taking me sparring with him and I want to go, and what
are you doing up? Carson says you sleep in.”
“I usually do, but not today and what do you
mean Carson promised to take you sparing with him?”
“Just what I said.” I turned and found
something that would work for sparing.
“I said no such thing Harley. I simply told
you what I like to do and you took it out of context.”
“Well you won’t go swimming with me so I’ll
go spar with you.”
“Harley, I can’t do it. I’m sorry. Call me
what you want, but I will not spar with you, but I’ll tell you
what, I’ll call Tom’s and see if he can arrange to have someone who
can spar against you there tomorrow.”
Oh boy…this is going to be harder than I
thought. “Fine” and I dropped the clothes I was going to wear and
grabbed my swimsuit and walked into the bathroom. As routine I
cracked the door to listen to the conversation while I changed.
“Can you believe she’s been wearing clothes
of ours for years?”
“No” Carson’s voice was still heavy and full
of something unknown to me. “But can you believe she wanted me to
spar with her?”
“My money’s on kitten.”
“Shut up man! Do you realize I could hurt
her if I connected?”
“I see the problem.” They were silent and I
finished braiding my hair and adjusting myself in my one piece. It
was black with three pink stripes down one side. It was pretty
plain but then one can’t really swim in a bikini. I looked at
myself in the mirror. I am always amazed at myself, for ten years I
have looked like this and every time it takes me a bit to get use
to the fact that I have a shape and curves and not a whole lot of
fat. I need to be in shape for my job, but I could, in all
honestly, do with a few more pounds.
My hourglass shape was more pronounced in
the suit, it also, I’m pretty sure reduced my chest by one whole
size, that could be due to the squishing effect the bathing suit
had. I shrugged at my reflection, turned and walked out of the
bathroom.
Kyle was standing there in his swimming
trunks.
They were a lot shorter than the norm and a
bit tighter than I expected and I felt light headed, which was
becoming a constant state around these two. I was surprised
coherency was not an issue. His back was to me and I didn’t see
Carson anywhere, so I took a moment to study his back and, let’s be
realistic here, his ass. His back was smooth and toned and flowed
into his waist nicely. I could see myself running my fingers down
it so I could feel the tightness of his skin and the dancing of the
muscles and feel the tautness of his ass…a cough brought me back to
myself and I noticed that I was in fact running my fingers down his
back. I quickly pulled my hands away shocked and stunned and
totally turned on. “Um ready?” My words tripping over my
tongue.
Then he turned around and I realized I was
not the only one affected by my touching. I felt my nipples pebble.
His tight swimming trunks did nothing to hind the fact that not
only was he very excited, he was also very well endowed. I felt my
skin heat
indignation.
“Good then let’s go.” I stood and he
followed suit more slowly. He dragged his feet all the way to the
elevator and down the hallway to his room. “Go on you big
scaredy-cat. I promise I won’t hurt you too much.” I opened my door
and walked in and stopped. “This is just too weird.”
“What’s too weird kitten?” Kyle asked from
the bed where he was laying wearing my pajama bottoms, but unlike
Carson, who could pull the shirt off somewhat, these pants, though
are big on me, were absolutely tiny on him. He had pulled them up
to about his knees and sat there looking at me wearing a big shit
eating grin.
“You are as bad as he is.” I nodded to the
door where Carson stood with massive arms cross his chest and when
he dropped his arms and Kyle fell off the bed on onto the floor
laughing so hard. “Ok children fun and games are over. Carson
promised to taking me sparring with him and I want to go, and what
are you doing up? Carson says you sleep in.”
“I usually do, but not today and what do you
mean Carson promised to take you sparing with him?”
“Just what I said.” I turned and found
something that would work for sparing.
“I said no such thing Harley. I simply told
you what I like to do and you took it out of context.”
“Well you won’t go swimming with me so I’ll
go spar with you.”
“Harley, I can’t do it. I’m sorry. Call me
what you want, but I will not spar with you, but I’ll tell you
what, I’ll call Tom’s and see if he can arrange to have someone who
can spar against you there tomorrow.”
Oh boy…this is going to be harder than I
thought. “Fine” and I dropped the clothes I was going to wear and
grabbed my swimsuit and walked into the bathroom. As routine I
cracked the door to listen to the conversation while I changed.
“Can you believe she’s been wearing clothes
of ours for years?”
“No” Carson’s voice was still heavy and full
of something unknown to me. “But can you believe she wanted me to
spar with her?”
“My money’s on kitten.”
“Shut up man! Do you realize I could hurt
her if I connected?”
“I see the problem.” They were silent and I
finished braiding my hair and adjusting myself in my one piece. It
was black with three pink stripes down one side. It was pretty
plain but then one can’t really swim in a bikini. I looked at
myself in the mirror. I am always amazed at myself, for ten years I
have looked like this and every time it takes me a bit to get use
to the fact that I have a shape and curves and not a whole lot of
fat. I need to be in shape for my job, but I could, in all
honestly, do with a few more pounds.
My hourglass shape was more pronounced in
the suit, it also, I’m pretty sure reduced my chest by one whole
size, that could be due to the squishing effect the bathing suit
had. I shrugged at my reflection, turned and walked out of the
bathroom.
Kyle was standing there in his swimming
trunks.
They were a lot shorter than the norm and a
bit tighter than I expected and I felt light headed, which was
becoming a constant state around these two. I was surprised
coherency was not an issue. His back was to me and I didn’t see
Carson anywhere, so I took a moment to study his back and, let’s be
realistic here, his ass. His back was smooth and toned and flowed
into his waist nicely. I could see myself running my fingers down
it so I could feel the tightness of his skin and the dancing of the
muscles and feel the tautness of his ass…a cough brought me back to
myself and I noticed that I was in fact running my fingers down his
back. I quickly pulled my hands away shocked and stunned and
totally turned on. “Um ready?” My words tripping over my
tongue.
Then he turned around and I realized I was
not the only one affected by my touching. I felt my nipples pebble.
His tight swimming trunks did nothing to hind the fact that not
only was he very excited, he was also very well endowed. I felt my
skin heat
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