Crying

Matty lay there with her arms crossed over her face. He saw her tits jiggle and her stomach rapidly rise and fall. Oh shit, she's crying, what did you do you dummy!!!

Matty was crying alright, when she moved her arms away from her face she wiped away tears of laughter.

"Tits?" She repeated in her adorable accent and burst out laughing again. "You mean these?" She said as she put her hands under her breasts and jiggled them one at a time.

Tom's hard on was on the verge of going limp when it came right back to life. He just stood there at the mercy of his hostess.

Matty sat up and turned around straddling the bench and faced Tom. "You're not the first person to have, errr, that reaction while I work out. Please forgive my levity at your... current situation." She explained looking at his hard on for emphasis. "Listen, I understand, it's why I took care of my man before he got around your young good looking coeds friends. At your age, that young cock of yours is probably on high alert all day long."

"You're okay with it, with me looking at you..."

"My tits? Please, if I let men staring at my tits or my ass bother me I'd be a miserable old lady. I am curious as to which one of those girls up there has you wound up tighter than a spring. That tall red head is a tease, and the blonde is a real cutie, but my guess is it's that sporty one, Daphne is her name? Yes, she's a real catch. I'd like to see what she can do down here in the gym."

Tom nodded at the mention of Daphne. "It's just we've been friends for so long and we've fooled around... I just don't want to ruin what've got," Tom admitted.

"Well, I don't have all the answers, but you seem like a sweet guy and that thing you're trying to hide in your pants obviously works well." She spread her legs open on the bench as she continued, "in fact it looks like it's working quite well."

Tom swallowed hard and his cock lurched against his jeans as he looked down at Matty sizing up the bulge in his pants. She inched closer and pulled slowly at the bottom of her tank top with one hand and slid the shoulder straps down with the other. The tight fabric clung to her size D tits. He could see the outline of her hard nipples and knew she still had a little ways to go. Tom shuffled his feet as she scooted closer thrusting forward with her pelvis. The yellow tank top was getting closer to the pointy outlines of her nips. Matty was close to the weight bar and running out of space to shimmy on the bench. The pink outline of the areola tops peeked out from the tank top. A half inch or less and the points of those delicious thick nipples would be freed. Her hand reached for Tom's belt.

Matty paused as if listening to something in the distance.