Brittany a 27 year old fitness trainer

Brittany was sitting at home opening the mail hoping for a letter from Scott, her husband, who was on a construction job out west leaving her to run the gym they owned. Sadly once again there was no letter, but her cousin had sent her a package from Greece wher she was studding abroad for college. Brittany opened the box to find a note on top of a bunch of packing material. "Hey Brit", it read in her cousins hand writing, "Greece is great and the girl whose house I'm staying at is amazing. I can't even begin to tell you how glad I am that she's my sponsor. Anyway she gave me this statue as a welcoming gift and as soon as I touched it I thought of you. I can't wait to hear how you like it, looking forward to seeing you when I get back. Love Faye"

"Aww how sweet", Brittany thought as she unpacked the statue. When she finally got it out of the box and had brushed off all the packing material Brittany was a bit taken aback. The statue was of a nearly nude woman stratiglicly covering herself by holding strips of cloth against her body with a coy expression on her face with two other women laying at her feet running their hands up her legs.

"Wow, didn't think Faye went for the erotic art stuff", she thought, "and why would it make her think of me?" The woman in the statue was tall and had full curves and a rather generous chest. Brittany walked over the full length mirror. The 5"0' blond looked over her figure and mentally compared herself to the statue. While her modest B cup chest hardly compared, her toned core and ass certainly had gotten her quite a few looks, and all the squats at the gym had certainly paid off resulting in an amazing toned bubble but that made it hard for her to find jeans that fit right, making yoga pants her go to whenever she couldn't wear shorts. "Not to mention some killer legs" she thought smirking to herself as her free hand traced along the leg of her tiny work out shorts. Suddenly the image of her taller little cousin running her hands up her legs like one of the girls in the statue popped into her head and Brittany shuddered a bit as one of her fingers slid up the leg of her shorts and brushed against her pussy through her panties, making her gasp.

"Holy shit, what the fuck was that!" Brittany exclaimed, shaking herself out of the erotic daydream. "Damn it now I know Scott's been gone too long if I'm fantasizing about women. How hard up am I?" She chuckled to herself as she walked back to her bedroom and set the statue on the end table next to the bed without thinking about it.

"Time to take care of that itch myself", she thought as she wiggled out of her workout gear while sneaking a peek at her reflection in the mirror again. "Still gotta admit there is something to be said about a nice squat booty on a girl" she grinned as she wiggled her butt at her reflection and bit her lower lip. "I mean I know I give Scott shit about looking at some of the girls from our gym, but now that I think of it I guess I can't blame him".

As she slipped under the covers the image of some of the girls fom the gym in their tight skimpy work out attire crept into her head. "Ok so yeah defenitely need some release tonight to get that outta my head" she thought as she started to run her fingers up and down her pussy.

As hard as he tried to imagine her husband or some famous male celebrity her mind kept slipping back to thoughts of her cousin or the girls in some of her classes.

"Women are sexy", a voice in her head whispered. "All those curvy toned bodies at the gym. The clothes that show off those firm bodies, wouldn't you like to feel some of them pressed against your own?"

This thought made Brittany whimper as she slipped a finger inside of her wet cunny. The image of one of the girls straddling her as she lays on the bench to work on her press form or running a hand down her thigh and smacking her ass as they help her stretch making her wetter as she slipped a second finger in her dripping pussy and started to curl them in that come hither motion as they slid in and out faster, making her gasp as her other hand came up and began to knead one of her breasts.

"Aren't you curious about what a woman tastes like? Admit it you know you are?" The voice said as she pictured a woman whose face is hidden in shadow standing above her and taking ahold of her ponytail and guiding her face into her pussy and commanding her to lick it.

This image pushed Brittany over the edge as her thumb flicked across her clit, making herself climax like she never had before.

Exhausted she drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her face as the voice whispered "soon it won't just be a fantasy little one".