Chapter 255: Different Ero Positions
Britney disappeared into her bedroom.
Liam stood in the living room and looked at the workout bench he had just set up, the resistance bands on the wall, the weighted handles beside them.
He could hear movement from the bedroom, a drawer opening and closing, the specific sound of someone changing clothes quickly.
She came back out a few minutes later.
The singlet was gone.
She had changed into a sports bra, fitted and tight, the fabric pressing her boobs together and forward, the full shape of them visible and substantial under the material, the outline of her nipples faintly present through the thin fabric.
Below that she still had the black leggings on, nothing else. Her hair was still in the ponytail. She was carrying a yoga mat rolled under one arm.
She crossed the room, shook the mat out onto the floor, and smoothed it flat with one foot.
Then she stood on it and looked at him.
"Come here," she said.
Liam walked toward her. "What do I do?"
She smiled. "Just stand behind me and help me with my positioning. Put your hands where I tell you."
"Okay," he said.
He moved around behind her.
The view from here was different from anything he had gotten in the hallway.
Her whole back was visible now, the sports bra strap running across it, her waist pulling in and then her hips flaring back out, the leggings doing absolutely nothing to minimize any of the information they were conveying about her ass.
Both cheeks sat full and round under the fabric, the shape of them clean and specific, each one sitting high and firm with the kind of volume that made the whole picture difficult to look away from.
"Starting now," she said.
"Right," he said. "Yeah. Okay."
’Oh calm down,’ he thought, directing the instruction somewhere south of his waistband. ’Let the system work and we’ll get there. Just let it happen.’
She bent forward into a deadlift position, her hands going down toward the mat, her back straightening and her ass pushing directly back toward him.
"Put your hands on my hips," she said. "I need to feel if I’m level."
He put his hands on her hips.
She was warm through the fabric.
Her hips were wider than they looked when she was standing straight and the position she had bent into pushed everything back toward him, her ass pressing lightly against the front of his trousers with each small adjustment she made.
"Am I level?" she asked.
"Tilt slightly to the left," he said, his hands guiding her.
She adjusted.
He kept his hands where they were, feeling the shift of her weight through his palms, the softness of her hips even through the thick leggings.
She held the position for a count of ten, the muscles of her lower back working visibly, and he stayed exactly where he was, his hands at her hips, looking down at the view in front of him.
’She is actually unreal,’ he thought.
She straightened up.
She dropped down into a deep squat, her knees going wide, her back staying straight, her arms coming up in front of her for balance.
The leggings stretched tight across her ass as she descended, the fabric pulling close, every curve of her in full view from where he was standing behind her.
"Put your hands on my shoulders," she said. "Make sure I’m not leaning forward."
He placed both hands on her shoulders and felt the tension in them as she held the squat low, her thighs parallel to the floor.
"Am I good?" she asked, her voice slightly strained from holding the position.
"Back is straight," he said. "You’re good."
She held it.
He could feel the heat coming off her skin through the fabric of the sports bra strap.
This close he could see the way her boobs pressed together at the front of the squat position, pushed forward by the tight fabric, the top curves of them visible above the sports bra line.
She rose and dropped again. Slow and deliberate, her ass coming directly back toward him on each descent, the movement controlled and continuous.
She came back up fully and exhaled.
She went down onto the mat on her stomach, then pushed herself up into a hip thrust position, her back flat, her hips raised, her ass at the highest point of the movement.
She held a resistance band across her hips and looked over her shoulder at him.
"Hold the band steady," she said. "Across my hips. Give me some resistance."
He knelt beside her and gripped both ends of the band, holding it taut across her hips while she drove upward against it.
The movement made her ass lift and lower with each thrust, the fabric of the leggings pulling tight on the upstroke and releasing slightly on the down.
The rhythm of it was continuous and deliberate and Liam was extremely aware of exactly where his hands were pressing and what they were pressing against.
’She is so soft even through the fabric,’ he thought, adjusting his grip. ’How is she this soft through leggings.’
His jaw tightened.
He glanced down at the front of his trousers.
’Not now,’ he thought firmly.
The request was not granted.
She stood up and moved to the workout bench, placing both hands on the flat surface and extending her legs behind her into a plank position, her body forming a straight line from her shoulders to her heels.
"Put your hands on my lower back," she said. "Make sure I’m not dipping."
He placed both palms flat against her lower back, pressing down lightly, feeling the muscles working beneath his hands to hold the position.
She held it. Her whole body tense, her breathing short and controlled, her ass raised slightly in the flat line of the plank.
He pressed slightly firmer.
"Good?" she asked between breaths.
"Perfect," he said.
He meant more than the form.
She held for another ten seconds before lowering herself down, her arms shaking slightly from the effort.
She turned to face away from the bench, sat on the edge of it, then leaned back until her upper back rested against the surface and her feet were flat on the floor.
She reached for the resistance band and looped it around her thighs just above the knee.
"Pull the band apart from outside," she said. "Give me resistance while I push my legs out."
He knelt in front of her and gripped both sides of the band, pulling outward while she pushed her thighs against it.
The position had her leggings pulled tight between her legs, her thighs spread wide against the resistance, her boobs rising and falling against the sports bra with each controlled breath.
She pushed. He pulled. Back and forth, the band taut between them.
"Harder," she said.
He pulled wider.
"That’s it," she said, her voice slightly strained, her thighs working against him.
From this position he could see everything the leggings were outlining between her legs.
He kept his face neutral and his grip steady and thought about several things that had nothing to do with resistance bands.
She finished the set and lowered her thighs.
She slid off the bench and got down onto her back on the mat, then raised her legs, bringing them up and back slowly, her knees bending toward her chest, her hips elevating off the mat as she held them there. She reached up toward him.
"Help hold my legs in position," she said. "Just keep them steady."
He moved to the end of the mat and knelt down.
She held her legs up and back and from where he was kneeling her pussy was right there in his line of sight, the leggings pulled flat against her, the shape of her completely visible through the fabric, the warmth radiating off her at close range.
He put his hands on the backs of her thighs to steady them.
She was holding the stretch, her breathing controlled, her eyes on the ceiling, her chest rising and falling steadily.
When she turned her head and looked at him she caught him looking.
She didn’t say anything about it.
Time stopped.
The room went flat and silent. Britney froze mid breath, her legs held in position above her.
A notification appeared.
[Option 1: Rub your finger on her pussy. | +20 Lust Points]
[Option 2: I’m pretty tired, maybe we should continue this another time. | +0 Lust Points]
Liam looked at Option 2 for exactly one second.
Then he selected Option 1.
Time resumed.
He moved one hand from the back of her thigh and pressed two fingers slowly against the front of the leggings, right at the center of her, feeling the warmth of her through the fabric before he had even applied pressure.
He rubbed slowly. Deliberate. Steady.
Britney’s whole body shifted. Her legs pressed together around his hand and she turned her head to look at him with an expression that had completely abandoned the workout energy from the last thirty minutes.
"Took you long enough," she said.
Liam stared at her.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"In that case," he said, "let’s get started."
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