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

Victoria, noticed she was hairless down there, and
said, "My God, you’re completely shaved?"
    "You like it?" Victoria asked.
    Jillian didn’t respond, so Victoria looked
at Brian who was, of course, staring right at it again.
    He glanced up at Victoria’s face, smiled,
and returned his attention to the area in question. "Personally I
prefer a ‘landing strip,’ but now you’ve got me rethinking that...
I do like it."
    Victoria smiled as Jillian pondered what
exactly a ‘landing strip’ was, but she let it go rather than
ask.
    The women both looked at Brian and noticed
his shorts, which sported a slight bulge, as well as a big wet spot
in the center.
    Victoria laughed. "Looks like someone got a
little too excited."
    Sitting up, he looked down at his shorts and
said defensively, "I did not."
    Brian and Jillian gave Victoria a suspicious
look.
    Victoria made a face, looked down toward her
pussy, and then back to Brian’s shorts. "Okay, maybe it was
me."
    Victoria ran a hand down between her legs, as
Jillian looked on with a horrified expression and Brian watched,
open-mouthed. Pulling her hand back, she said casually, "Yes,
you’re right—it was me. Sorry about that. I’m really, really weaa—"
She stopped talking when she saw Jillian’s dismayed look and then
hurriedly said, "Sweaty. I’m very sweaty. It’s hot out there. That,
um, Florida humidity, and all." Victoria repeated towards Brian,
"Sorry."
    He simply looked at her like a lost puppy.
"Don’t worry about it."
    Catching Jillian's glare, Victoria asked,
"What?"
    "I told you to put on the cover-up."
    "There wasn’t time. I saw him fall off the
treadmill and rushed in to help."
    Jillian inquired of Brian, "Is this
true?"
    "I did sorta fall off the treadmill," Brian
admitted sheepishly.
    Jillian grabbed a towel from a table and
tossed it to her friend. "Would you please put this on? Why don’t
you do us all a favor and go back out and work on your tan?"
    Looking a little sad, Victoria held the
towel for a moment before reaching down to pick up her bottoms. She
walked from the room, not bothering to wrap the towel around her
waist.
    Brian said, "Thanks for helping me. I’m not sure
what happened. Usually I can handle that much weight."
    "I think I know what happened," she said.
    Brian stood and shot her an embarrassed grin as
she added, "Sorry you had to see all of her like that just now. It
was—"
    "Oh, no... I saw it before when she was on the
leg curl machine."
    "What?" Jillian asked.
    "She had me spotting her earlier on the leg
machine, and everything just sorta popped out—if you know what I
mean. Proving that you’re totally right about that not being a
proper workout outfit." Brian glanced out the window to watch
Victoria as she headed to the pool. "She’s a real firecracker."
    "She’s a Darren Star production."
    After grinning, he gave her a confused
look.
    "Darren Star, the creator of Sex and the
City."
    His eyes lit up. "Oh, Samantha. Yeah, I’ve
seen an episode or two... maybe," Brian said a little
hesitantly.
    She chuckled, and then they both watched as
Victoria unabashedly slipped the bikini bottoms up her legs and
over her ass as she stood near the pool.
    Jillian added, "Maybe a little more like
Samantha on female Viagra." They smiled and shared a nod.
    "Has she always been like this? I’m not
complaining, just curious," Brian asked.
    "Her husband died two years ago. She
worshiped him. He was only forty-two, and they had a very active
sex life."
    Brian gave her a solemn look and asked
hesitantly, "He didn’t, uh, die while they were... doing it, did
he?"
    "Surprisingly, no," she said with a slight
grin. Her expression sobered as she revealed, "It was a brain
tumor. Ever since then, she’s been living life to the fullest. She
rarely says no to anything."
    "I’ll bet," he said. "That’s not a bad
philosophy. You never know what could happen."
    They shared another nod and looked at
Victoria as she lay in the lounge chair, once again