Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Chapter 26

Everything felt different as Jackson and Winter stepped into her tired little apartment.  Two years and a world removed from the trauma of their last meeting.  Jackson looked around almost startled for a moment.  He hadn't realized just how tidy Winter was – well, he had a hunch, but to see the sparse but precise organization of her living quarters felt refreshing.  Clearly the precision with which she applied the art of bodybuilding was echoed throughout the rest of her life.

Excitedly, the two of them got to work.  The first step was pulling the equipment out from various nooks and crannies of the apartment.  A total of eight different technology cases, four flash drives, and, almost forgotten, Philip's old computer assembly stashed in the entry closet.  They surveyed the instruction-less assortment of high-grade equipment as they both leaned back against the living room wall, overwhelmed.

"Well..." Winter ventured, "you ready to put a puzzle together?"

Jackson laughed and gave a soft whistle.
"First things first," Winter said, "I think I'm going to get more comfortable."

Winter was desperate to get out of her shattered clothing.  The fabric hung limply from her shoulders, exposing the rippling musculature underneath.  Her boobs, enjoying the freedom afforded by the massive tears in the blouse, gave a viewer full entitlement of their massive "side-boob" extension from her chest, the remnants of the shirt waterfalling off of her breasts.

Heading to the bathroom, Winter banged the door shut and ripped off her clothing.  She stood in front of the mirror breathlessly.  For a second, she felt awkward, remembering all the moments she had flexed in front of that same mirror over the last two years. Giggling like a note passing schoolgirl at the countless memories wishing Jackson were there running his fingers over her body.  His touch, exploring the deepening chasms between her abs and obliques, hands cupping her exploding biceps.  Probably, Jackson would venture around to admire her undulating cavernous back.  Winter guessed he would stand enthralled for a moment, as she spread her lats encouraging his marveling eager eyes.  Allowing her back and butt to shriek and scream in flexed muscularity.  By that point, she imagined, he would probably be unable to control his excitement.  Jack would take a step forward, probably slipping his arms around her lats, pushing his own body against her still shimmering back muscles.  His arms slipping fully around her, would reach from behind firmly holding her breasts in his hands pulling his body aggressively into her own.  Jackson's fingers doing their best to spread out and embrace the mass of each boob.  Slightly squeezing perky nipples between index and middle finger as he kissed her powerful traps.  Slowly brushing her hair over her shoulder revealing the soft skin of her neck.  Kissing as one hand gripped a breast more fiercely and the other firmly glided down between her legs...  Oh god Winter.  What was she doing, her mind, it was running away from her.  Just another moment... She let herself think.  In her mind, Jackson was whispering something over her shoulder as he held her close.  He was saying:  How... just how, I love you, every ounce of you. Only you...

Winter shivered.  Her body trembled and she grasped the counter with both hands looking up into the mirror.  "Snap out of it!" She commanded herself, almost too audibly.

Too late.  Winter had inadvertently aroused herself beyond extradition.  She softly moaned trying to resist.  Sometimes she felt like such a child.  I mean sure, she was proud of what she had accomplished but what good were fantasies.  Who was she kidding?  The gap between expectations and reality was disappointment.  She knew that, and who was to say what Jackson would actually do.  And anyway, he was there literally on the other side of the door, starting to sift through the mess of electronics in her living room, oblivious to her own arousal.  A cheap plywood bathroom door the only thing separating him from her naked aroused body.