Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Chapter 14

Sifting through her closet, Winter was surprised to find a lonely black bra hanging haphazardly from a random hanger. Trying it on she was surprised how well it fit. No wonder she had never worn it, her boobs created a Grand Canyon of cleavage. Fortunately, the focused development of her pectoral muscles had shed some of her chest's massive weight, replacing it with muscular definition. Her chest development had succeeded in establishing definitive muscularity between her breasts; deep parallel, slightly jagged lines descending from her collarbone.

As soon as Winter had exited the gym earlier in the day, the fresh air and overcast chill of the day had put things back in perspective. Winter felt downright horrible for Jackson. She was genuinely excited to finally get to be with him outside of the warehouse. If she were honest, she had been hoping it might eventually happen for the last several years. But Jack had always been so focused on his studies and, more to the point, she was so broken from the breakup of the marriage it just had never happened. Just now, Winter had been a complete bundle of anxiety and distraction, he couldn't have guessed where she was coming from. Ah well, she could make it up to him at coffee.

Next to the forgotten hanger that had hid the bra was a light blue v-neck t-shirt. Simple and striking. Trying it on she was pleased that though it definitely showed a little more cleavage than she usually liked, it suited her nicely - softening the rock hard physique underneath. It was one of those extra long shirts she'd seen sitcom actresses modeling, hanging well below her waist. She smiled despite herself, yeah, this would do the trick. If she were honest with herself, she cared what Jackson thought, tremendously actually. Maybe she couldn't handle the pressure of deep intimacy, at least not yet, but she couldn't deny that Jackson had carved out a piece of her heart over the last several years. Damn it, she really did like him.

One of the few purchases Winter had allowed herself despite her mounting debt had been a pair of "builder blue jeans." She couldn't resist. It had become increasingly more difficult to fit into her old clothing. They were expensive but a revelation of comfort. The pants were indiscernible from normal blue jeans even though they stretched like leggings. Built with extra fabric for particularly muscular thighs, they hung low, tightly spanning lower hips and stretched to satisfy her glutes while softening to a relaxed cut below. She tucked the light blue shirt into the front of her belt buckled blue jeans like she remembered Jennifer Aniston doing on tv. She let the rest drape around her waist. With the front of the shirt tucked in tight, the soft blue fabric couldn't help being sucked slightly into her defined midsection, showcasing an impressive maturing six-pack bleeding through the fabric.

Her phone beeped and vibrated. Someone had rung her bell down in the lobby. On her way out the door, Winter shook her head at the mess of dishes still unsorted on the floor. Her eyes swept back to the door but hung on the tidy sheet of folded paper on the table Phil had left. She shivered. Anticipation of a little date with Jackson and she had almost completely forgotten. Instinctually, she reached down and snagged the paper and key, putting them in her back pocket.

As Winter exited the elevator, she could see Jackson through the glass door perusing the apartment building's message board trying to look busy. As she open the door he turned to see her. He started with a jolt as the blood drained from his face in a flash. His mouth gaped ever so slightly open. Winter knew that look, she had seen it on her x-husband's face when a particularly hot someone walked by their table at a restaurant. She just hadn't ever seen it directed at herself. Wow, I guess this outfit worked out. She thought. Come-on Jackson, breath, big breath my friend. She couldn't help smiling.

"Oh hey!" Jack barked out a little abruptly.

"Hey Jackson, thanks for picking me up, let's do this." And Winter walked by him opening the door to the outside walkway. Jackson leapt towards the door himself and much too late he took the door from Winter, trying to open it in front of her like a gentleman.