The summer weeks burned away as Brittany settled into a comfortable routine between work, home workouts, and social outings with Hal. She continued to get out to her backyard to tan when the weather was nice, leaving bright tan lines over her chest and around her hips. Part of her wanted to take it easy, but the progress encouraged her to continue the routine.
It was early July when Brian visited again. He'd been over a few times since
the thing
happened. Generally, the mood was unchanged in the group, with the exception of more frequent glances at Brittany's form and the occasional meaningful look between Brittany and Brian. Hal didn't seem to mind, having accepted that his "practical joke" would have some -- what he thought would be -- temporary effects
It was late in the afternoon when he came in, which was much earlier than his norm. Because of the time, he walked into their living room during the middle of Brittany's daily workout. Hal was home, sitting back on one of the couches to give Brittany room to work out. He paid more attention to his phone than his surroundings, but looked at Brian when he walked in. "Hey, Bri. Have a seat," he said, going back to his phone.
Brian sat down on the other open couch and enjoyed the view while Brittany went through three different hip thrust exercises, and followed it with two leg-lift exercises.
Her last set put her on all fours, lifting each leg in sets of ten, and Brian thought he had a good angle to watch her without raising too much suspicion. Since she was in front of the TV, he could basically pretend to watch TV while he stared at her ass. Brittany couldn't see him, but she felt Brian's eyes on her. She couldn't help but remember the tension in his jeans as he stood directly behind her, his strong hands rubbing her neck and shoulders.
Then thoughts of his rough fingers sliding down her ass filled her mind as she remembered Hal's "prank." She felt her breathing become heavier as she relived the feeling of his fingers sliding down over the lips of pussy.
She felt dirty, but suddenly she felt wet, too. She remembered Hal coming home that night and joking about Brian giving her a massage, as if she made good on her promise of a blowjob.
She knew it was wrong. But thoughts of the young customer's cock -- Jeremy? -- intruded at the same time. Still mid workout, she couldn't stop her arms from shaking as she recalled the feeling of shoving his ridiculous cock down her throat.
It was so much bigger than Hal's
she shuddered.
Is Brian that big?
She wondered. The thought made her hotter than the workout, and the dirty thoughts continued to swirl in her mind as she finished her workout. All because Brian had walked in and started staring.
What's gotten into me?
she wondered.
I'm usually like, horny, but not
this
horny! Maybe it's all the working out and diet change and... maybe it's also what happened with Brian a few weeks ago?
Brittany reflected as she panted into the carpet, her thoughts warring with her body's hormones. She pushed herself hard to finish her workout as her mind distracted her from the fatigue.
It's not as if Hal would be upset for me having these thoughts. He's kind of the one who kicked things off anyway, putting his friend's hand on my ass. On my hot, wet, pussy. Fuck,
Brittany shook her head as she gasped for air.
On the couch, Brian held his phone as if to scroll through Facebook the same way Hal was doing. He was swiping his thumb over his phone without touching it, but on his screen his camera pointed at Brittany's ass. By now she was sweating in the small of her back, her armpits, and her forehead. He stared so intently that he even noticed the spot of moisture appear at the bottom of her ass. It spread little by little as she pushed through her workout.
Rationalizing where her mind was going made it easier to refocus on what had been building up over the last couple weeks, and she spiraled into thoughts of the sudden turns her life had taken again.
Maybe it was that blowjob I gave John last month? That was probably, technically, cheating on Hal. But Hal was so excited when I got that raise, I honestly don't know if he'd mind that I had to give my boss a blowjob to get it. I think he would approve!
Soon Brian could make out Brittany's pussy every time she dropped her leg to the floor, her puffy camel toe pushing against the black yoga pants. Her back was arched, her ass was thrust back, and the longer he watched, the wetter the girl's pussy became -- he didn't know if it was from sweat or just being damn horny, but he didn't even care. He couldn't look away. His cock started to push forward through his pants, and he took a photo.
And then there was Jeremy. Brittany bit her lip as she tried to rationalize that one.
I was at work, and I think it was an appropriate way for me to help a customer in a way that maybe only I can!
She half chuckled, knowing it didn't matter now. She felt the ball rolling, and it was only picking up speed.
Is this just how my life is going to go? I thought I'd moved on from all this after leaving the dealership. Maybe it's just who I am?
It was almost cathartic to feel like she could give a credible, understandable reason for her behavior.
Brittany continued the leg lift workout, pushing herself until failure to finish for the night. She let her body go through the motion, but she was fixated on her phone. It laid on the floor in front of her face. It was usually on a timer, but she'd just received a text she from Brian. She'd tapped it open to find a picture, looking out from Brian's lap.
She could see the bulge under his thick work pants. In the background of the photo, where the camera had focused, Brittany could see what her ass looked like.
She froze. Brian had never done something like that. But it was just a text, and she rationalized again: It's kind of a normal reaction. I'm the one over here on my hands and knees, giving him that view. For her benefit, and maybe, she admitted, Brian's if he could hear her, she moaned softly.
