I woke up this morning and stretched my body its full length. I’m petite… so it isn’t as if I was taking up a terribly large amount of space. Nathan stirred quietly beside me. I bent a knee and kicked off the covers on my side of the bed. Then I lifted both my legs and flexed the wakening muscles. Running has done wonders for them. Before there was only a hint of a calf muscle and suggestion of a quadricep. But this morning, as they extended above me I saw lean, powerful stems. Ones that can push for miles. I ran my hands down the outside of them, fingertips barely touching. Then sensation brought my nipples to sharp peaks.
Nathan slept on as I envisioned being touched with featherlight strokes from the top of my head, down my body, over my abdomen and down every inch of my legs. There wasn’t time for such shenanigans as the alarm went off with a jarring beep, but maybe later. In the mean time, here’s a glimpse at my hard work as I slipped on my stockings for a hectic day in the office.
Now the question is… should I share this pic with the high school crush?