Free Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) by Ian Dalton

pause, she looked back at Jillian and nodded reluctantly. As
Jillian walked toward the house, Victoria removed her
sunglasses.
    She waited until Jillian had entered the
house before she made eye contact with Brian and waved to him. When
Brian spotted her waving, he smiled and waved back. Picking up a
spray bottle, she began squirting water on her stomach, arms, and
neck. Then she spent a lot of time dousing her tiny bikini top with
the cool mist. Victoria’s nipples began to harden and show through
the fabric.
    Brian couldn't tear his eyes away from her
chest, as her breasts appeared like they were coming into focus on
a developing Polaroid. That’s when he lost his balance. Coming down
halfway off the treadmill's belt, his foot twisted. When he tried
to steady himself, he fell, landing on his hip, sideways on the
belt. He shot off the back of the treadmill, skidding onto the
padded floor.
    Victoria watched him as he tumbled out of
sight. She got up and tried to spot him on the floor, to see if he
was okay.
    Brian popped up quickly, as if nothing had
happened, and he lunged to turn off the still-running
treadmill.
    Concerned, Victoria rushed to the gym.
    Brian took a seat on a weight bench, as he
was still a little dizzy from his fall.
    Victoria entered the room. "Are you
okay?"
    He looked at her, surprised. "What? I
just... Yes, I was all done."
    "I saw you fall. Are you okay?"
    "Fall?"
    "Yeah, it looked like you took a big tumble
there," Victoria said as she approached him with her nipples
responding impressively to the super-cold room.
    Brian took a good, long look at her bathing
suit top, which was now nearly transparent, and just a few feet
away. "I, uh..." was all he could manage as his eyes lingered.
    "You sure you’re okay?"
    "Yeah," he said.
    "I’m Victoria, by the way. Jillian’s
friend."
    Still mesmerized, his eyes wandered down to
the bikini bottom, which appeared to be not even close to being big
enough to cover her. As he looked closer, he noticed it clearly
showed much of what was going on down there. He swallowed hard, and
then he looked up at Victoria’s face as she eyed him expectantly.
When he saw her grinning, he snapped back to earth. "Oh, sorry. I’m
Brian Nash. Rob and I..."
    "Sure, Brian, I know who you are. I’ve heard
a lot about you," she added with a sexy smile.
    Brian's only response was a confused
look.
    Walking over to the leg curl machine, she
ran her hand along the footpads as she said, "You look like you
work out a lot."
    "A couple times a week," he bragged.
    "Do you know how to use this machine?" Victoria
asked.
    "Sure."
    "Would you mind showing me?"
    Brian walked over and pointed out how she
should climb onto the machine. Victoria did as he instructed and
lay on her stomach; he helped direct her ankles under each pad.
After adjusted the weight to the lowest setting, he assisted her
with the first repetition by pushing on the footpad. As she brought
her heels nearly up to her butt, Brian stared at her amazing ass,
focusing on the tiny string, which disappeared between her cheeks.
As she pretended to struggle with the exercise, he moved closer,
pushing harder on the footpad to help her curl her legs to the
final position, mere inches from her rear.
    As he did this, he noticed her swimsuit—if
you could call it that—had virtually disappeared, and she was on
full display for him. He slumped against the footpad, paralyzed by
the sight. His sudden weight on the apparatus prevented her from
returning to the starting position.
    Looking into the mirrored wall, she saw what
he was up to and allowed him to have a moment. When it started to
feel uncomfortable, she said, "I think I’m done."
    "What?" Brian asked, dumbfounded.
    "Could you, uh…?"
    He snapped out of it and stood up.
"Sorry."
    She brought the weight down, slowly slipped
her legs from behind the pads, and sat up on the machine.
    "How’d I do?"
    "Great. Your form was... perfect," he
said.
    Moving to the bench press, he loaded