One day, I touched her. I swear it was innocent, a move of practiced empathy with men and women I'd performed umpteen times over the years. It was because she was so hot that I'd avoided it up until that point. That day though, it was electric.
It was a baking hot afternoon and she returned from her lunch break and threw her gym bag down angrily. There was such power in the toss that I was drawn to her desk like a moth to a flame. Every muscle on her body appeared pumped and her bare arms were bloated with blood. "So, how was your workout?" I asked innocently as I came up behind her.
Her lips slowly curled up in disappointment. "Honestly," she said, "not the best. I was having trouble filling out the billing on the Thompson account and I think I carried my frustration into my workout. And it's hot enough to roast a pig outside."
I watched a single bead of sweat descend beneath her top and ride down the ridges of her pectorals. She was oblivious to my lechery, studying a piece of paper she held in her hands as she spoke. The simple maneuver caused her biceps to flare. As always, I took in every twitch in her body. I noticed that her normally tight post-workout clothes had been replaced by a loose tank. Her garb afforded me the opportunity to study her physique in finer detail as it moved and fetched on her muscles. A spider web of deep striations streaked across her pecs. The last remains of her female breasts had been worked away over years of heavy lifting. In its place were twin mounds of meaty pecs with a clear chasm in between that had to be, despite the lack of fat, a D-cup. A deep ravine between the muscles that must have been 3 inches deep descended the length of her chest. Stinging the material were two, proud cherry-red nipples. I tried to look away but was hypnotized by her beauty. God her pecs are huge. How much can she bench?
"You'd think that those poor weights would be sorry if you were angry," I joked. Lame. Why can't I be my usual witty self around her? For God's sake, you're a lawyer and after eight months you can still barely form a sentence around her without stammering. "I mean, you look so strong -- you could probably bench 250." Please tell me how much you can do. It will be in my thoughts and deeds for weeks.
"Ha, well, to be honest, I used to do a little over four hundred fifty and had designs on the world record but when Rae-Ann did like six hundred I knew I needed a challenge I could win That's why I switched over to bodybuilding. I did max out on the leg press out today for a change though and my trainer sat atop it too and it wasn't much of a challenge. But still, I just couldn't focus and so I came back early."
I looked at the clock. She'd been gone nearly two hours. Hardly early. "Let me see if I can help you then. As I hunched down to look at her document, my hand found her shoulder to try and comfort her. It was an experienced move, not designed to be sexual in any way. As I rested my hand on her hard shoulder cap though, it suddenly swelled and propelled my hand upward.
