Andrea grimaced against the spray of the shower. The water tasted as awful and iron-like as ever. She spit then closed her mouth, frowning, peeking backwards.
She was at war with her bluejeans. A tenacious and cunning foe. Each inch of progress was hard fought. Surely she was winning, but the prolonged campaign was taking its toll on arms already weak from days of disuse. Useless noodles.
She was more generous with the baby oil this time. And rather than using her arms to push down she gripped the sides of her pants and let her hips do the work. The gyrations were causing her chest to sway dangerously. She was already off balance and it wouldn't take much for her to slip in the oil slick shower and land in a heap. But she couldn't stop. It was working. Soon her jeans landed with a sodden plop around her ankles. Her panties followed. Victory!
Andrea's hands set off to explore this lush conquered territory. All traces of her six pack abs were obliterated by a squishy stomach. She gripped the fat and loose skin. It was odd. Just weeks ago she would be freaking out, rushing to the gym trying to burn it off on treadmills, elliptical bikes, trying to scare it away with celery stalks. Now she just smiled remembering how huge it could get with milk. Thinking about how big it would get again.
Her hands moved down, across soft buttcheeks, around plump thighs, then slowly back up in between. She was still oil covered, but that was to her advantage.
She was at war with her bluejeans. A tenacious and cunning foe. Each inch of progress was hard fought. Surely she was winning, but the prolonged campaign was taking its toll on arms already weak from days of disuse. Useless noodles.
She was more generous with the baby oil this time. And rather than using her arms to push down she gripped the sides of her pants and let her hips do the work. The gyrations were causing her chest to sway dangerously. She was already off balance and it wouldn't take much for her to slip in the oil slick shower and land in a heap. But she couldn't stop. It was working. Soon her jeans landed with a sodden plop around her ankles. Her panties followed. Victory!
Andrea's hands set off to explore this lush conquered territory. All traces of her six pack abs were obliterated by a squishy stomach. She gripped the fat and loose skin. It was odd. Just weeks ago she would be freaking out, rushing to the gym trying to burn it off on treadmills, elliptical bikes, trying to scare it away with celery stalks. Now she just smiled remembering how huge it could get with milk. Thinking about how big it would get again.
Her hands moved down, across soft buttcheeks, around plump thighs, then slowly back up in between. She was still oil covered, but that was to her advantage.