Sara’s tits were her favorite bodily feature. She was shy and awkward throughout school. She didn’t start feeling better about herself until college when guys started making a big fuse about the size of her breasts.
The Marriott on Ontario had everything you could imagine—a supermarket, a trade school, a military recruiting center, and a gym. She worked in the administration office at the trade school. When she noticed her tits were sagging she immediately signed up for a membership at the gym on the top floor.
It had been a few months. Her tits were high and mighty once again and her confidence had returned because of all the men (especially male students) who tried to hit on her every day.
None of them sparked her interest except for one. He was one of the men who worked out with her at the gym.
He was tall and bald and very muscular. His eyes were sexy and he reeked of sex appeal. His name was Chris. She’d met him shortly after she’d started lifting weights.
She wasn’t sure which exercises were good for developing the pectoral muscle. She asked Chris because his pecs were huge.
He took one look at her tits and started cracking jokes about how hard it would be for her to get through the door if her chest got any bigger. She explained why she needed to work that part of her body and that’s when the compliments and flirting started.
They’d been doing it ever since, but Sara was really disappointed that flirting was all they seemed to do. Chris never made a move on her, never asked for a phone number, never asked her out on a date. She made it obvious that she would accept but still no luck.
Lately they had spent a lot of time talking about sex, wild places that they’d had sex, in particular. Chris had the most interesting stories. He’d had sex ... Læs hele novellen
