Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XI - Misdirection

... top, did a fantastic job of holding them up and squeezing them together. Of course, once the eye managed to escape the pit of Katie’s overflowing chest, it was immediately drawn downward. Those tiny shorts were back, sitting so high that Jake was pretty sure her ass was showing in the back, and extending from them was a pair of long, sleek, powerful-looking legs. It appeared that Katie had gotten involved in track and field. “Hey, girls,” Jake replied, thoroughly enjoying the view. “Get tired of all the girl stuff already?” “A bit,” Petra replied. “I thought we might nip down to the basement. I can show Katie how to do a proper bench-press. Ever since she started running she’s been looking like a T-Rex.” Katie punched Petra’s arm. It thumped loudly, but Petra grinned and flexed at her. “See? All muscle. Are we playing punchies now?” Katie stepped back. “No way! Let’s just go down there.” She eyeballed Jake again. “Did you want to come watch, Mr. S?” Jake would love to watch that, but decided that it would be a bad idea to give Katie control of the situation. “You two go ahead, Pet’s an excellent spotter. I’ll bring you down some ice water in a bit.” “Thanks, Daddy!” Petra winked at Jake and pulled Katie along down the stairs. Jake’s weight room was a source of pride. He’d long since grown tired of gyms due to the crowds, although come to think of it, that had been before he could stop time when he saw something attractive. He had instead slowly collected everything a person ...

... needs for a full free-weight workout: a safety cage, a sturdy bench, a pair of dumbbells and an olympic-size bar, and a full set of plates for each. That, along with a rower and a stationary bike, was more than enough for anyone, and he never again had to watch some fatass pretend to be strong because he can stack a ton of plates onto a leg-press, or wait while a couple skinny asian curlbros did pull-ups in the squat rack, or avert his eyes from a morbidly obese woman eating a snack while sitting on some bulky cable machine. Jake gave the girls a few minutes to get started. Or more specifically, he secretly hid behind the furnace to watch them. He never could pass up a chance to see a pretty girl sweat, after all. Petra changed into a pair of track pants from a basket she kept down there. “You really want pants for a workout,” she said, “You’ll stick to the bench otherwise, and deadlifts will rip your flesh right off.” Katie seemed not to trust her on that one, but nobody really believes deadlifts until they try them. To her credit, she paid close attention as Petra showed her the moves. How to lay on the bench, how to grip the bar, locking the elbows, activating core muscles… it brought a tear to his eye to see how knowledgeable she was, and a twitch to his dick to see how her pecs flexed as she ran through the motion. Then they switched positions, Katie laying on the bench with her feet on the floor on either side. She wiggled her ass a little, and Jake suddenly saw part of ...