Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Chapter 31

Ah, yeah, this place is dope."  Dave said dumbly as they walked through the apartment door.  "Tiny but dope."  He walked over to her dining room table and picked up an apple that lay on a decorative plate in the middle, taking a big bite.  He continued talking with his mouth full.

"Yeah I like it."  He said nodding.  He took off his jacket and tossed it on the ground by the door.  Winter imagined what this buffalo would have looked like ten years ago.  The guy probably could have graced the cover of any teenage heart throb girls' magazine.  Clearly in his late 20s, maybe early 30s he'd let himself go a little and his stomach showed it.  But he remained a statue of godlike fortitude.

"Have a seat!" Winter called at as she strode into the kitchen.  Dave obliged but not before watching her walk into her tiny kitchen first.  The tight low-cut jeans emphasizes her rounded sinewed backside.  The black t-shirt remained too high-cut to cover much more than her shoulder blades while the pants reached just far enough to cover her butt.  The combination served to magnify her lower back which flexed and jumped to attention with each step.  Her glutes pumped like an engine piston alternating engagement as they torqued and stretched the jeans between flexed butt-cheeks.

She reached up on her tip-toes, stretching to open the cabinet above the stovetop.  Winter's calves, always magnificently developed from such an early age, looked more like they belonged chiseled in the lore of some timeless idealized action figure comic rather than a small kitchen in the middle of no-where San Francisco.  Grabbing a bottle of bourbon and two glasses, she sauntered over to the couch where Dave had made himself more than comfortable.

Clanking the cups down on the coffee table, she shoved Dave's booted feet off the table teasingly, where they fell and banged on the carpeted floor.  She poured an unbelievably generous portion of bourbon into Dave's glass, and a respectable amount into her own, sitting down hip to hip with him as she handed him the drink.

Dave's hand found its way to Winter's inner thigh.  His thick fingers firmly toured up and down a visibly pronounced quadricep muscle embellishing her long legs.

"Bottom's up!" He almost shouted, forcing a clank of his glass against Winters and tossing the entirety of the contents back in one throaty gulp.

Winter looked at him somewhat amazed despite herself.  This man boy had a certain transparent appeal to him.  Maybe she should be bothered, but truthfully she didn't even mind his testing the waters exploring her thighs.  She could sense his overwhelming attraction and in the moment she enjoyed absorbing it like an desert oasis in a rainfall.

"Well alright then."  Winter said, snagging the glass from his hand and striding to the kitchen.

"Geez babe what an ass." Dave hollered after her.  Ok, well, that part did bother. Babe? His babe she definitely was not.  Nonetheless, she stopped halfway to the kitchen with her back turned to dave.  Winter put hand on hips, shifting her weight to her right leg punching an activated glute into muscular prominence.  She twisted her upper body for a side view of her torso and a full on glimpse of her rear end.  The picture was worthy of memoralization.  Her chest pronounced and curvaceous, creating a hypnotic juxtaposition against the narrowness of her twisted lower torso.

"Glad you approve."  She said, with a forced devilish smile and finished the walk into the kitchen, pouring Dave another liberal glass of bourbon.

Stopping on the other side of the coffee table from Dave, she handed him a refilled glass which he promptly drained.  He was already looking somewhat red in the face, giddily delighted by the concoction of attraction and alcohol.

"Damn you look strong, do you work out?"

Winter almost snorted, what do you think, you overgrown hamster, she thought.