"Actually," Emily called after her, getting Amy to stop. "I thought we might work out like this…”
“What, in these? But they’ll get all sweaty and…” Amy stopped her argument when she saw Emily pulling off her shirt. She slid out of her jeans and panties, Amy staring agape when Emily reached behind herself.
“Annoying little… could you help me with this bra?” Amy quickly zipped behind her, popping the bra off and letting Emily’s bigger jugs fall out.
Emily blushed at her stare. “Well? We working out or what?”
Amy broke out of her trance. “Oh! Right, let’s go!”
Amy quickly scrambled out of her clothes as well as Emily slid onto a weight bench. “So you willing to spot me, then I can do you?”
“Sure, sure,” Amy replied quickly, trying to overlook Emily’s choice of words. She walked up to the head of the bench, easing the barbell down for Emily.
She was on a low weight, so her mind was wandering quickly. Mainly, it took in what was in front of it; Amy’s crotch was inches from her face. She could smell it, mixing with the leather of the bench and her own sweat as the weights started to become more difficult to lift.
“EMILY!” Amy gasped suddenly. |