Next Chapter of Internal Desire posted to literotica

*Here is a sneak peek for my fans before the next chapter of Internal Desire is up on my page of Literotica.*

When she off the promotional slideshow on the giant screen in her office, it acted as a mirror. It reflected her backside, allowing Nick to simultaneously see all angles Tracy had to offer. Yoga had treated her body very well. As she slid her beige skirt down her legs, her tight-yet somehow still bubble like-rear end sprung out and revealed its hungry tendencies as it swallowed up the tiny, sexy underwear Tracy seemed to favor. In what had become her routine, Tracy then reached both hands back and cupped under each cheek, playfully jiggled them against each other, then dug out the wedgie before she finally straightened the dental-floss strings again.

Next, she turned her attention to her top. Generally favoring form-fitting, silky blouses that snug her curves and either had no or at best loose sleeves, Nick marveled at how well the garments hid what was underneath. Tracy ran her hands from her hips to her neckline before she unfastened whatever buttons or ties held the top together. Before she let the garment slide off her shoulders, Tracy seemed to delight in one last soft caress of the thin material as it danced over her skin, guided by her fingertips. Her eyes closed, and Nick wondered where her mind went as she rolled her neck and drifted off into a daydream and hugged her washboard tummy and hips.

Her gym bag was kept on top of the tall cabinet behind her desk, and Nick had started to wonder how Tracy always managed to forget to retrieve it before stripping down to her skimpy bra and panties. She stood on her tip-toes and reached both hands high above her head, which gave Nick a full view of her toned calves, round, supple ass, and firm back as her shoulder blades jutted out in her precarious stance. He puzzled as to why she didn’t just leave it in one of the empty cabinet drawers but certainly wasn’t complaining about her decision as it afforded him this lovely view. Tracy truly had a peculiar way of doing things, as her next move was to remove her yoga attire from the bag and place it in her chair, then remove her bra before pulling her hair back in a high bun.

Once her hair was put up, she turned to the little desktop mirror she had and checked her reflection in it, apparently oblivious that directly behind her was a 55-inch television screen acting as a mirror for Nick’s amusement. Her hands ran over her flat tummy and pinched the one ounce of fat left on her entire torso, and she frowned in frustration. Her hands raised to her chest, and she brushed her fingers over her dark pink, silver-dollar-sized areolas. Her index fingers and thumbs pinched and rolled the nipples until they pointed out like two pencil eraser tips. Her areolas had shrunk to little more than nickel-sized in their new state, and Tracy seemed pleased at their final form as she gave a last playful tug on each nipple.

She cupped her gravity-defying full C-cup breasts and lifted them ever-so-slightly. Her spine twisted, and she let them drop with an audible clap. She then leaned forward and once again lifted them, this time squeezing them together to form, to Nick’s eyes, perfect cleavage, but she let out a heavy sigh and released them as she stood at full attention again. Her arms raised on each side until her elbows bent at 90 degrees with her hands pointed to the ceiling, then shook violently for several seconds. Nick’s eyes were entranced as her soft breasts crashed against one another in waves before drifting apart for a moment and cascading in another glorious chest tsunami. On the other hand, Tracy’s eyes were laser-focused on the tiny movement under each arm that brought another disapproving pout to her full lips.

With the near-medical-level inspection of her front done, Tracy then turned and did a slight lunge, jutting one leg in front and pushing one leg back, and looked over her shoulder into the mirror. With a flip of her cheek, she finally awarded herself with a slight grin as her bottom bounced several times before coming to rest again. Her hand gripped tightly and massaged the firm skin as a reward. Nick tried to hold back from giving the show a standing ovation, though under the desk, he felt that parts of him could not contain their approval.

Tracy finally reached to the chair to retrieve her sports bra. She pulled the tiny spandex material over her head, and managed a disappearing act as the dark maroon fabric stretched over her chest, snapped against her ribcage, and slammed the steel doors of the breast prison door shut. The cruel warden then marveled at her own work as Tracy adjusted to ensure everything was in place and gave a playful tug to the shoulder strap and let it whip against her protruding clavicle as a warning to the prisoners to stay in line.

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