Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

... out. Alicia though that they could save some time and read it themselves. Then he addressed her directly, "Alicia. What it comes down to, is we need someone who can infiltrate the inner circle. That person has to be someone who can come across as a bit of a body-builder, someone who obviously knows their way around a set of dumb-bells but can move up to the next level with proper training."

Instinctively Alicia looked down at her arms, she had been working out a lot and as a result she had a decent set of biceps. She was fairly satisfied with her look overall; she had a flat stomach, firm buns and bulging thighs due to her spending her lunch breaks at the office gym and even an hour after work in her own time. She'd always had an athletic build but she'd recently caught the exercise bug and the effect of the extra effort was there for all to see.

Anthony was still talking, "Alicia, your way in is going to be via a gym linked to the suspect. From what we know this might involve some modelling, maybe pole dancing or bar-work. Tight T-shirts, that sort of thing. It'll all need some initiative, you'll have to play it by ear. If you're not comfortable with that, say now. That's important. We'll look for someone else'. He paused expectantly.

Alicia thought for a moment. People didn't seem to pay her much attention but she liked it on the rare day when they did. On holidays abroad where nobody knew her she got a kick out of going topless and getting a perfect tan. Seeing ...

... people on the beach secretly check out her pert little boobs was amusing and this sounded like it could be fun, indulging in a bit of exhibitionism. She hadn't joined 'the job' to hand out parking tickets. She tried to pay attention to the details as Anthony continued but when he came to the obligatory health and safety spiel at the end she'd heard the statutory warnings before and her mind wandered into some weird fantasy.

What would Anthony look like naked? Did he have a big stiff one? Or would he have a little lazy-lob hiding under a pot belly?

Would he lust over her if she got her perfectly shaped but tiny tits out? Her nipples were impossible to ignore, always erect and coffee-brown against the honey coloured flesh. Maybe he was into massive mammaries and nobody ever accused her of having those. She had been ironing-board flat until she had her implants, the smallest available, just enough to give her some shape; she didn't want to look like one of those girls with half-grapefruits bolted on. She'd read stories of how they all lost all sensation and had numb nipples syndrome. How would any boyfriend be enticed by those fake things? Surely a lad couldn't get all lusty over those.

She remembered her first lust. Was it love? She'd thought so at the time, the memory made her heart jump even now. From things she'd heard from her girlfriends, they didn't always have happy memories of their first time, or even their first boyfriends. Their cherry-pickers always turned ...