Brandi and Tom walked into the house holding hands. "I'm going to put these away, real quick." She held up her garden gloves and hand tools. Tom held onto her hand, his other hand took her gloves and tools, he put them on the floor by the door.
"To-" Brandi was going to say how dirty she was, but Tom stole her lips in a mind blowing-soul stealing-OMG-toe curling kiss. She returned it with a thousand percent interest.
Their shower was forgotton, clothes being removed was top of the list now. Brandi's mouth dropped open when she pulled uniform over his head. It wasn't the tank top he had on. His arms and shoulders were at least triple their size when she last saw him. A bulging chest stretched his tank top to the limit of their threads. Her fingers grazed extremely propotioned stomach muscles. She remembered how to swallow, found her voice that she didn't realize was gone. "W-W-W-What-happened?"
Tom smiled a little sheepishly. "Well, all I wanted, was to think of you. Of course, that always brought something up." He smiled a very naughty, dirty smile, and winked. Brandi's eyes fested on the bulge in his pants. "I was caught twice, have you ever been caught, Brandi? It's embarassing." Brandi thought of the many times she rubbed herself raw-quite alone though. "So I started working out." He certainly did, Brandi actually licked her lips. "You shaved too." Her hand ran over his chest, excited flip flops in her body had Brandi wanting to run her hand over Tom's body for days. She was tracing the contours of his stomach muscles with a wanting hunger.
He smiled, "yeah, it brings out your muscle tone. A gay friend did the spots I couldn't reach."
"Are you serious?" She laughed, picturing some guy, tongue hanging out while he shaved her boyfriends private parts. Tom grinned too, "well, I have no hair on my ass."