Chloe Art Contributor Pt. 07

I woke up Friday morning at 7:30 AM, already excited to work out with Alex and Andy. After getting so many positive comments on my tush this past week, I was determined to make it even better with their help.

But the most exciting part of the workout was that I was expected to do it with no panties, as Andy had coined a term for me: "never panties" (read Part 3 to find out). However, I was also expected to wear a sports bra because of all the physical movement. The rest of the attire was up to my choice.

I had worn sleep shirts for my previous workouts, so as a creature of habit, I decided to wear another sleep shirt, except this was an older one that had shrunk a little, making it even slimmer and perhaps a couple of inches shorter, hitting right at mid-thigh. With the different kinds of exercises, I would accidentally expose my thighs, ass, and whatever else. The thought of doing so was so arousing.

I took my sleep shirt off just to put on a sports bra, and then put my sleep shirt back on. The move felt ridiculous, but it was the attire I wanted. I quickly flipped the front of my shirt up to check my pubic hair. Oh boy, I need a trim, I thought to myself.

I brushed my teeth, tied up my hair, and got ready to go downstairs. I really needed them today to push me hard because I had come home late last night from designing clothes at Alice's residence, feeling very tired and unmotivated. But having them as personal trainers and working out alongside them would help me overcome this doldrum.

I came into the kitchen and made them their lunch: a couple of Reuben sandwiches with Swiss cheese, Russian dressing, and rye bread.

I did some warm-up stretches while waiting for them to arrive at 8:00 AM. When the doorbell rang, I opened the door to greet them.

"Good morning, Mrs. Cooper."

"Good morning, Alex and Andy. I am so looking forward to our workout this morning," I said.

I immediately noticed them glancing at the hem of my sleep shirt. I knew right away they were wondering if it was shorter and if I was wearing panties. To keep them guessing, I turned around and lifted the back of my shirt just a bit to tease.

Andy immediately reached out, trying to flip up the back of my shirt, but I scooted away before he could. I turned around with a half-crooked smile at Andy, as if to taunt 'you can't catch me'.

Alex spoke up. "Mrs. Cooper, we're going to have to delay the workout. There's an early bird sale on weight equipment at Rick's Sporting Goods. If we get there early enough, we might be able to get some of the equipment we need on sale."

"Oh, if that's the case, I've got to go change then! I'll be right back," I said.

I ran upstairs, no doubt flashing my tush given how short my sleep shirt was as I went up the steps. I went for my usual attire: a T-shirt with a built-in bra and a floral microfiber above the knee skirt and no panties, as expected by Alex and Andy. I dashed downstairs and gestured to them that I was ready.

"Mrs. Cooper, can we take your minivan in case we have to carry back the weight set?" Alex asked.

"Sure, no problem! Let me grab the keys."

We parked in a parking structure. There was quite a crowd waiting for the elevator, as many of the mall workers were also heading into work. I went into the elevator first and settled in the back corner with Andy next to me, then Alex, followed by a crowd of people.

The doors closed, and Alex hollered, "Floor number 3!" as a person in the front pressed the button. With the privacy of everyone facing forward, Andy began to lift my skirt as if to check whether I was wearing panties. I pushed my skirt back down and held it against my thigh to gesture: not here, it's inappropriate.

"Are you?" he asked casually. It was a vague way to ask if I was wearing panties or not, so that no one around us could tell what he was talking about.

"Never," I responded in vague language, but even Andy was confused about whether I meant 'I would never not wear panties in public' or 'I never wear panties'.

He started running his fingers over my skirt, right along the crack of my tush, to confirm that I wasn't wearing any panties.

"Just checking to make sure," Andy said.

"I said never, didn't I?" I replied with a smirk.

His eyes lit up when I said that, even though, the first three times that we met, after a long while, he already caught me not wearing panties. The first time was when I modeled nude at the art class. The second time was when he unexpectedly came to the house, and I was in a hurry to put on my shirt and skirt after I was tanning nude in the house, and I didn't put on panties. And the third time, he came to the house too early that he caught me off guard wearing my sleep shirt with no panties. That's when he coined the phrase 'never panties' for me, assuming that I never do. But not wearing panties was done in a private setting like in an art studio or at home. But now I was doing so in public, and Andy was surprised that I kept it up.

Andy, being playful, lingered his hand there to cop a feel, rubbing my left tush and thigh while sliding the tips of his fingers deeper between my legs, just below my crotch. He smiled at me and stuck out his tongue as if to say, 'I caught you.'

We made it to Rick's Sporting Goods and headed straight for the weights section. A gentleman in his mid-50s came out and greeted us. He was looking at me a bit suspiciously, considering someone my age was walking around with two young men and interacting in such a playful manner.

"How is everyone doing? I'm the store manager. Can I help you with anything?"

Alex replied, "We're doing well. Can you tell us about this early bird special?"

"We're moving out some of the older equipment to bring in the new digital weight sets that sync your reps directly to your app. Some of these older models are 40% off, but there is a strict no-return policy on the discounted items, so choose carefully. I'll be around if you need any help," the store manager explained before walking away.

"Thank you for letting us know," Alex said.

Looking around, Alex found the equipment we needed and said, "Come on, Mrs."

"Aunt Chloe," I interrupted, addressing both Alex and Andy at the same time. "In here, call me Aunt Chloe. That guy is looking at us kind of funny."

"Oh," both Alex and Andy said simultaneously, picking up on the awkward perception of two young men hanging around an older woman.

"Aunt Chloe, come with me and we'll try out this hamstring bench," Alex suggested.

Walking through the weight equipment area, I realized that wearing a skirt wasn't the ideal attire, especially without panties. Why did Alex want me to try them? Couldn't we just buy one without testing it? I noticed one machine where the knees were positioned higher than the hips, meaning the microfiber material of my skirt would easily slide down with gravity.

Alex located an affordable hamstring bench and wanted me to try it out, explaining that it targeted the hamstrings. He instructed me to lie face down on the bench and put my legs between the padded rollers. I was able to keep my knees together while pulling my legs back toward me. It's good that this piece of equipment isn't exposing me much, I thought.

"Are you comfortable? We have to make sure we test it properly because this one is non-refundable," Alex said.

I confirmed, "Yes, this is comfortable."

"For your abs," Andy said in a gleeful tone, "try the incline sit-up bench!"

The bench was designed so that the legs were positioned higher than the head. Alex instructed me to slip my legs into the padded rollers and lie down on my back. With every sit-up, my microfiber skirt slid from my knees toward my hips, inch by inch. If either Alex or Andy were standing near the front, they would surely see right up my skirt. Fortunately, they were standing by my side. Alex asked me to do a few more sit-ups to make sure it was comfortable before buying. But with each rep, my skirt slid up further. At this rate, they wouldn't even need to stand in front to see my pussy. The fabric was going to slide completely past my thighs and up my waist, exposing me in broad daylight. I pretended to overstrain myself as an excuse to stop, but Alex and Andy just kept cheering me on. My face reddened. Panic set in as I tried to move as smoothly as possible so the skirt wouldn't rise any further. I managed to continue with two more sit-ups.

"Okay, that's enough," hollered Alex. "Let's move on."

That was such a relief, I thought. I could feel the heat finally leaving my face. I pushed my skirt down and rolled off the bench, feeling like I had just dodged a deeply embarrassing situation. Glancing at Andy, I saw he had a smirk on his face, clearly enjoying every moment.

"Next, let me show you the incline press. It's great for the shoulders," Andy said, seeming to hurry me along.

Alex adjusted the backrest until it was nearly vertical, explaining that it would target the shoulders and triceps better. I immediately noticed that the seat was elongated and angled upward slightly.

Alex explained, "When you sit down, your legs need to be planted on the floor, typically about shoulder-width apart."

I sat down and placed my legs on either side of the seat. Although my skirt was long, the stretch of the fabric created a gap through which my pussy was completely exposed.

"Andy, help me lower the weight bar down to Mrs... I mean, Aunt Chloe," Alex instructed.

It was a relief knowing they were standing beside me rather than directly in front. I could feel a light breeze brushing against my vagina, followed by a quick chill that let me know I was already getting wet. It felt amazing being spread open like that, and I took my time pushing up the weights, knowing my pussy was safely out of Alex and Andy's direct line of sight. After a few reps, I told Alex and Andy that I felt comfortable with the machine, and they said I could get off.

"Next, let's try the leg press," Andy suggested, pointing toward the machine.

One look at it and I was petrified. With the seat set almost at ground level and both legs elevated against the platform, my skirt would slide straight down my thighs toward my waist with the slightest movement.

Alex spoke up. "We don't need this machine. It's too big, and we can already improvise squats at home."

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing we weren't using that machine. Just then, the store manager walked over, putting an end to Andy's shenanigans.

"So, do you need any more help?" the store manager asked.

"We're good," Alex said. "We finished trying out the equipment. Aunt Chloe, which machine do you think you need the most, shoulders, glutes, or abs?"

"Are we only getting one?" I asked.

"Well, that's what's in our budget," Alex replied.

"Will you excuse us for a moment?" I said to the manager.

I pulled Alex and Andy to the side so we could plan out the purchase.

"Look, I just came into a little bit more money from another modeling gig," I said.

"Another modeling gig? Oh, do tell," said Andy.

"No, not that kind of modeling, this time with clothes," I said, refraining from sticking my tongue out at him since we were in public.

Then I suggested that I would like to pay for both pieces of equipment, because they were for me anyway.

Alex spoke up, "Well, we will be using the equipment too. How about we stick to the plan where Andy and I purchase one piece of equipment, and you purchase the other?"

"Okay, deal," I said.

The equipment we decided on was the hamstring bench and the incline press. The manager apologized that they didn't have the equipment in stock, but said it could be shipped from their local warehouse on Saturday or Sunday morning. My Saturday morning was already booked with Alice, so I arranged for delivery early Sunday morning.

Alex spoke up, "I can stop by around 10:00 to help you set up the equipment. Unfortunately, Andy wouldn't be available because of his fantasy football draft."

"That's great timing, Alex. I can try out the new equipment before our next workout session on Tuesday," I said.

Alex gleefully volunteered, "I can help you with your workout, Aunt Chloe." Alex then shrugged at Andy as if to say, 'Too bad, you'll be missing out.'

"That would be so great, thank you, Alex," I said, sounding eager, though I meant for getting the equipment set up. But letting Alex think I was eager for him to train me wouldn't be a bad thing either.

It was an uneventful drive home. Andy did inquire about my modeling gig, so I told him it was for a company that makes workwear and hiking clothes. He was completely bored by that. Thank goodness he didn't push any further; otherwise, I would have had to reveal the events that took place last night with Alice.

Once we got home, we figured out where the new machines were going to be set up. Alex then walked over to the dining table and grabbed the lunch I had packed for him.

"Sorry, Mrs. Cooper, but I have to go to class now. Andy can help you with the workout," Alex said.

Now it was Andy's turn to shrug at Alex suggesting 'Too bad, you'll be missing out.'

Feeling rushed since I had to head to my volunteer work later, I didn't change my clothes for the workout. Andy helped me through an earnest session, running through all our previous routines (previous workout antics are in Part 4). In the meantime, Andy was working out hard himself, trying to shed his scrawny image.

The pace of our routine led by Andy appeared to be quicker than before, with very little rest in between. After an intense session, we finished all the routines.

"Our workout seemed to go by much faster than usual," I remarked.

"That's because I wanted to get to the massage session sooner," Andy playfully replied. "Just kidding... I have a class at noon, but I can remote from home."

"Okay, Mrs. Cooper, up on the massage table. Let's do your legs and hamstrings first," Andy instructed.

Still in my shirt and skirt, I got onto the massage table face down. Andy applied the minty eucalyptus lotion, starting with my feet. Having been on my feet all morning at the mall, followed by the workout, a foot massage was deeply welcome. Then, he meticulously massaged the lotion in between my toes. He slid his fingers several times between each toe, which unexpectedly triggered my arousal. Sliding between my toes felt eerily similar to sliding along my labia and clitoris. I began to breathe heavily, but I refrained from letting him know how much it aroused me. Andy then moved on to massaging my calves. Then he sealed in the lotion with the sweet almond oil. He applied the oil from my calves down to my toes. The oil felt slick between my toes, heightening my arousal every time Andy slid his fingers through them. I managed to keep my body still, silently squeezing my inner vagina muscles to intensify the feeling.

Andy folded my skirt up right at the bottom of my tush, exposing my full thighs. He squeezed the cool lotion right onto my upper thigh, which sent me a tingling sensation. Next, he used the forearm massaged up and down the back of my thigh applying pressure and spreading the lotion at the same time. With each stroke, he slid my skirt up my tush ever so slightly. Was the back of my pussy exposed I wondered. Being so busy, I had not trimmed my pussy for a week. Surely he could see my pubic hair, and that would definitely draw his attention to my private area. I was getting aroused as the movements was nearing my erogenous area.

Then out of necessity, he flipped my skirt all the way up. I gasp at the surprised move to expose my entire ass. He used the palm of his hand applying pressure while moving in a circular motion around my glutes. He was being very technical in his massage, he probably wasn't paying attention to my exposure. But his massage of moving my tush around was creating friction in my inner vagina that created further stimulation. The appearing to complete his massage, he gave me a congratulatory slap on my bare ass.

"You did a great job on your workout and shopping this morning. You deserve this massage," Andy commented.

Puzzled, I asked, "Um good job shopping this morning, for what?"

Andy was laughing slightly and said, "Um... You gave quite a show this morning... flashing."

"Well I was flashing you because you had me try out those equipment," I said.

"You weren't flashing us. You were flashing the store manager," Andy said.

"Huh what?" I said as I was paying attention to Alex and Andy next to me, and I didn't notice anyone else. My mind was racing trying to remember the events this morning at the store.

Andy explained, "Well the store manager, he had an eye on you ever since you walked in. You were dressed in a shirt and a very flirty skirt. And when you went on to the hamstring bench, that got his attention that you were trying the equipment. He was far away and started to move closer as you did your sit up. He was trying to align himself to where he would see under your skirt."

"And you didn't tell me?" I said, as I was concerned about my exposure.

"We just wanted to tease him about it, maybe bring some excitement to a mundane day. I don't think he saw much, maybe just a little under your ass as you lifted your knee to do your sit-up. But then we saw him move stealthily behind the gym equipment to get a better view."

"These events only happened this morning, but I was getting majorly turned on by the idea of flashing--and by knowing that someone was taking an interest."

Andy applied the sweet almond oil to my tush and thighs. Remembering that he had poured too much last time, he only dabbed a small amount of oil onto my skin, which felt more ticklish and contributed to my arousal.

"Oh my gosh, you are so bad to let this go on," I said. "And then what else? What about when I sat on the incline bench press? My knees were spread apart, straining my dress. He must have seen something, right?" I sounded worried, especially since I hadn't trimmed my kitty lately, that stark contrast against my skirt could be seen from far away. And yet, the prospect of accidentally flashing a peeping tom was arousing. I gave my inner pelvic muscles a squeeze for stimulation.

Andy continued, "I saw that he was moving about trying to get the right angle to view. But by the time he was able to be in the right position, Alex said that you were done with the bench press, and put a stop to that."

While Andy was recalling the story, he mindlessly stroked his hands down my tush and thighs. The physical touch felt incredibly stimulating, but hearing the story was what truly heightened my arousal. With every stroke, I let out the quietest sigh. Occasionally, he would dig his fingers deeper between my thighs, eliciting a soft, satisfied "Ahh..." from me.

"If only Alex hadn't stopped you from doing the leg press. Imagine if your skirt had slid back and flashed him your legs, ass, and more. That moment would live in his mind forever," Andy said, while imagining that for himself l.

For a moment, I completely bought into the idea of creating an unforgettable moment for someone to enjoy, appearing accidental on the outside, yet fully intentional by me. The mental arousal was overwhelming. My body pulsed with anticipation, and all I could hope was that Andy wouldn't notice.

"Please spread your legs a little, I need to get in between your thighs massage oil," Andy instructed.

With my thighs sticking slightly to the massage table, I accidentally parted my legs a bit too wide. Oh no, did I open up too much? I panicked internally, hoping my untrimmed hair would at least shield the back side of my pussy.

"Ah, I can see those stories of you flashing are really turning you on," Andy claimed.

"I don't know what you mean," I said, trying to deny.

"Well your kitty fur is dripping wet," Andy said.

"OMG, I am so embarrassed!" I said, while closing my legs immediately.

Andy continued, 'Next time, we go back to the store, you will wear a shorter and tighter skirt."

"Um we are not going back there like that," I protested.

"You are at the stationary bike. You saw the store manager, and asked him how to operate it. Then you lift your leg to get to the other side of the bike exposing yourself. You then pedal slowly up and down, exposing yourself at various angles. The only question you have is whether you should wear your panties when you expose yourself."

"I am wearing panties," I said.

"No you won't, because you never wear panties, remember? You want him to linger longer by asking him how to select the bike settings. You then ask him to inspect if the bike seat is at the right height? You ask him to raise the seat. He sure got a good view when you step off the seat. His hands are trembling adjusting the seat higher. Then you would tell him that you are done for the day and will come back tomorrow."

"No, I am not coming back," I protested again.

The story had painted such a vivid detail in my mind that I involuntarily relaxed my legs.

Andy continued rubbing up and down my thigh and ass. With each stroke, my legs relaxed and opened wider. The gap between my thighs was just big enough for him to slide his fingers in between. On his upward stroke, his fingers were heading straight for my pussy and yet they veered away at the last moment, that I whimpered each time. I opened my legs wider, hinting at an open invitation. He finally touched my pubic hair.

"You love to flash don't you?" Andy asked playfully.

"No I don't," I protested. But in reality, I did love to flash but in a closed setting and not in public.

"And yet your kitty is telling the truth, I can feel it dripping wet," Andy said.

He had slipped his hand palm up between the massage table and my pubic hair. Then he fondled the tip of the pubic hair playing with my wetness. The touching of the pubic hair sent a tickling sensation that in the moment was an immense arousal. I let out a couple of soft moan 'ah, ah'. My inner vagina muscle was pulsing. Then Andy quickly pulled his hand away and just gently massaging on my tush. In that moment, I realized that Andy was afraid to go any further.

But I had reached a point of no return. I lifted my head turning my body slightly on its side. With my left hand, I gently grabbed and guided his hand to my vagina.

"It's OK, I want you to touch it". I said.

"Nooo way, play with your kitty, your wet kitty!" An excited Andy said.

"Yes... not play... but pleasure Andy," I said.

"Oh yeah.", Andy said, as he understood the sensitivity. He once again slid his right hand palm up between my pussy and the massage table and started to slide his hand back and forth against my vagina.

He started gently, but ramped up pretty fast. I opened up my legs a bit more for better access. It was exactly what I needed after hours of sexual playfulness from groping in the elevator to and tales of flashing. With Andy rapid stroke, I was sounding my pleasure with strong and repeated 'ah, ah, ah', and my breaths quicken. It didn't take long before I erupted into a body quivering orgasms.

To let me calm down, Andy moved his right hand from my vagina to gently rub the back of my thighs and ass.

"That was incredible, I would have never imagined I could do this to my Aunt Chloe." Andy teased.

"Oh no, you are not taking me back to your story again." I said, sensing that he would want to turn me on some more with flashing stories.

"OK, no more flashing story... for now," Andy said, then changed the subject, "You know I feel like I'm being in short change today."

"Pfft! How so?" I said.

"Well in the previous workout you were wearing just a sleep shirt, and it was sexy with the visual, your whole legs, your upper thighs, and that cute little tush. But you wore your long skirt on all day today, and I feel deprived," said Andy, in a tounge-in-cheek way.

I can sense that Andy was trying another way to arouse me. "So what do you propose?" I ask.

"Well, you have a full skirt on, but now if you have no skirt on, then that would average out to be the same length as your sleep shirt. So no skirt now sounds right," Andy explained.

"What kind of funny math is that," I retorted. In my mind, I really want to take my skirt off. He had already seen me completely nude in the art class and everything on my behind. Plus being bottomless was a source of arousal for me. Since I didn't want to fall for that lame excuse, I came up with a more reasonable excuse.

"OK, I am taking it off because I don't want oil stains on my skirt," I said.

"Oh yeah," Andy said excitedly.

So I unhooked a couple of hooks from my side, lifted my hip just a bit, and Andy was ready to yank it off my hip and slide it off. And now I was bottomless, but it didn't feel any different, because Andy was already seeing my whole ass anyway. Andy gave my thighs and tush a few more circular rubs as if providing the finished touch.

"Um, I now need to massage your abs. Can you flip over?" Andy ask.

"Why you are a trickster! You just want to see my front bare," I said. After, I turned over onto my back, I took both hands and covered my pussy.

"No," Andy denied, "We both know that I always massage the abs after your glutes."

Well he got me with his logic. But not admitting defeat. "Well, I am going to cover up my kitty anyway."

Andy slid my shirt up a little bit so he has full access to my abs. After applying lotion, he went through the same massaging motion with his right hand as before with pressure and circular motion. My arms were definitely restricting his movement.

"At least you can move one arm?" Andy suggested.

"OK," I said in a reluctant manner, as I moved my right arm to the side.

Andy massaged part of my abs that was previously blocked my right arm. Then it was time to apply the oil for my abs. He dripped just a few drops on my abs. I flinched at the contact to the oil. I enjoyed the stimulation it brought. I subtly wiggled my middle finger on the clitoris for the physical stimulation from the hand that was covering my pussy. Andy dripped a few more drops on my thighs and around my groin areas around my hand, and each time I would flinch. Andy is doing this on purpose to tease me, I thought. He moved his right hand on to massaging my thighs. As he dug his fingers between my thigh to apply the oil, I opened up my legs little by little each time. He then rubbed up and down my thighs and each time, got closer and closer to my erogenous zone.

Then he moved his hand on top of my hand that was covering my pussy starting to stroke my middle finger, which in turn stroke my one clitoris. I let out a soft moan. On that cue, he began stroking my hand a bit harder, but I wasn't having it. I wasn't going to show Andy that I was masterbating myself. So I gently pulled out my hand from under and placed it on top of his hand and guided it to my pussy.

This time Andy was more gentle and gradual. He slowly stroked either side of the clitoris. I enjoy the mild but different stimulation that it brought. I gave a slight sigh as a sign of approval. He scratched my pubic hair above my vagina. I felt ticklish but translated that into a different kind of arousal. And he touched the skin above the pubic hair and on the thigh just below the crotch area. And I sighed and moaned according to what my body was feeling.

Then he came back to my vagina and rubbed my clitoris. I let out a louder moan. He then rubbed faster as I moaned louder. My breathing had become rapid, I could feel my arousal surging and surging. Nearing climax, I took my right hand and reach for his pants where his penis would be.

Andy suddenly pulled away. And said, "I'm sorry Mrs Cooper."

As I gathered my breath, I asked "What's wrong?"

"Well... uh...," Andy was stammering unable to speak.

At this point I sat up on the massaging table and said, "Okay tell me what's wrong."

"Well Alex and I had made a pack and made a rule for ourselves that we are going to keep our dicks in our pants no matter what. Sorry for using the word dick," Andy said, "Considering Tommy is our friend and how long we have known you."

"You and Alex are very thoughtful. And although I enjoy our playfulness, I also struggled with where to draw the line," I said.

"Well you have already touched there," I said.

"You mean your kitty," Andy interrupted.

"Yes, my Kitty, and everywhere you have touched already but nothing more," I said.

"So since you have already touched my kitty, we can't go back on that, but I would like to amend some rules so we know where to draw the line," I said.

"Um... OK", Andy agreed, but didn't sound disappointed at all knowing that he would continue to have access to my kitty.

"So one rule is no exchange of fluid, I think you can easily interpret that. And two, we have to keep our togetherness discreet... And that's it. We can make more rules as it comes to light," I said

"I can live with that. So you mean I can reach for you Kitty at any time?" Andy questioned, as he lunged his hands between my thighs.

"Whoa, fella," I said as I held his head back, "You have to find the right timing OK?"

"Yes, I got it," Andy said.

"I am glad we had an open discussion about this," I said.

"Agreed. And thank you," Andy said. "But one more question on being discreet. So I don't tell Alex or anyone else about anything?"

"I would prefer that," I said, "Alex and I can evolve our own interactions."

'Speaking of Alex, if you ever need your hair trim, Alex is your guy,' Andy said, "He's like our college barber cutting all kinds of hair to make extra money."

At that moment and untie my hair. While brushing through it, I asked, "He can trim this hair?"

"This and the other," Andy said, as he looked at my crotch.

"You are unreal," I said while shaking my head, 'I think it's about time for you to go. Don't forget your lunch on the table"

"OK," Andy said, as he started to clean up and put away the massage and workout equipment.

I went to the kitchen to wash the up dishes. I looked outside the window and saw that it was sunny outside. I was wondering if I was daring enough to tan in my bikini while flashing all my neighbors on the left, the right, and directly from behind. Could they see me through their windows so that they won't be caught doing so? It was an erotic thought, especially while still being bottomless. I squeeze my vagina a few more times to enjoy the sensation, while slowing down washing the dishes.

"Oh, Aunt Chloe?" Andy spoke up at he was nearing me.

"Oh no you don't..." I pleaded, since I was reluctant to be part of another story of me flashing at the store.

He then grabbed my hip from behind as if saying you are not getting away. Then rubbed my ass with both of his hands. The physical touch felt so good, I said let multiple a soft 'Ahh', as the touches were so soothing.

"Where were we... Oh yeah, you were testing out the stationary bike in front of the store manager. But now it's time to test the bench press Aunt Chloe," Andy said.

"No we don't need the bench press. Alex said so," I protested.

Andy stepped to my right side, his right hand reaching around to the front to run through my pubic hair while his left continued to rub my ass. He then began to rub my vagina, and I spread my legs slightly. Feeling that I was already wet, he stroked rapidly up and down my clitoris. My breathing quickened, leaving me panting with every stroke.

Andy continued, "You got on the bench press. Your legs will be on both sides of the bench, straining on your short skirt. You are laying down, and the store manager can see straight to your kitty without fear of getting caught by you."

No, he can't see me like that. I must wear panties. I said.

But you never wear panties, remember? Andy said.

"Never panties is only for you Andy," I claimed.

"Alright, I will let it slide," Andy said, "You CAN wear panties, but in return,..."

Andy rubbed faster and faster. My voice was screaming louder and louder 'Ah Ah Ah', until I erupted onto a body shivering orgasm, with my body convulsing several times before I grabbed Andy's neck to hold me up.

'I can't stand straight. Please take me to the sofa," I said quietly as I was quite out of breath.

Expecting Andy to walk me over, he lifted me to the sofa and gently let me down. My body wilted onto the sofa and seemingly drifted to sleep. I faintly heard 'Sweet dream Aunt Chloe' and then followed by a door slam.