Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Part 4: Chapter 33

Furiously looking around, Winter began to frantically pick up the small apartment.  She grimaced as the pile of discarded clothes got tossed back in a heap into the closet.  Her barely touched glass of bourbon and Dave's over-utilized glass were secured in the dishwasher.  By the time the buzzer sounded indicating Jackson was downstairs, she hadn't even had time to consider changing her clothes.

Winter couldn't help beaming as she buzzed him up, heart pounding waiting for the knock on the door. A short moment later, however, not willing to wait, she opened the door and glanced down the hallway just as the elevator beeped.  Jack stepped out, tall, powerful and smiling tentatively.  She nonchalantly leaned against the doorframe as though in no hurry.  Folding her arms across her chest, the deep loose tshirt enjoyed providing her breasts ample freedoms.  On the one hand, her boobs pressed against and emphasized her forearm vascularity, on the other, the positioned created a soft haven of femininity boosted by her arms, soft skin reflecting the hallway light above pulsing pectoral muscle.

Finally, Jackson got within arm's length and Winter pulled him close, putting her mouth against his neck where it met his shoulders.  Resting for a moment just glad to be with him after a stint of dark apprehension.

"Hey Winter."  Jackson said softly.

"Come in, I want to tell you things.  All of it.  No more secrets."  Winter said, sweeping her hand down Jack's powerful arms and grasping his hand in hers, pulling him inside.

"It doesn't matter Winter, honestly, I don't care.  You had your reasons."

Winter swung Jackson in the direction of the sofa where he half fell, half sat.  Winter jumped down as well, purposefully letting as much of her body as possible lean into Jack's torso.  Winter's legs crossed towards Jackson showcasing vascular rippling power and strength as the tight jean shorts scrunched up, folding towards her hips as upper thighs crossed over one another.

For a split moment, Winter realized she had saddled up to Dave on that very same coach, in almost the exact same way, not more than a handful of hours before.  A dirty feeling struck her for a split second like sea sickness.  It hit her like a rocking wave on a stormy ocean.  Her eyes subconsciously started to glisten and to her dismay, she tasted salt on her upper lip.
Before she knew what she was doing she was out with it: "That guy, his name was Dave."
Jackson looked at her understandingly, "You don't ha..."

"I want to."  Winter interrupted.  "This guy Dave's been tailing me for the last two and a half years, ever since that night, you know, the night."
Jack nodded.

"He's one of Vantic's guys and I figured he would be our way in... and so I... I..."

This time Jackson was the one interrupting.  "Winter just stop.  It doesn't matter.  All I want to know is: 'are you ok'?"

Winter leaned forward putting elbows on her folded knees.  Her powerful back, stone etched contours of muscle looked subtle and soft when blanketed by the old faded red t-shirt.  She breathed in deeply.

"I am."  Winter said definitively.  She took the bottom of the t-shirt as she leaned back into Jack and quickly wiped the faint trace of moisture from her cheek.

"I am."  Winter repeated.  "But are you sure that's the only thing you want to know?"  She looked up at him smiling warmly, her eyes still slightly damp.  Her expression was easy to interpret, she was letting Jackson know he could do as he pleased with her vulnerability.

Jack put his hand on the back of Winter's neck and his other hand on top of Winter's hands on her lap.  Jackson slightly opened his mouth as if to ask something then closed it again before speaking.  "Nope.  Can't think of anything.  Oh, ok one thing.  So... do we have a way in?"
Winter smiled gleefully.  "Hell yes."