Mindy stays resolute

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“Let’s start with standing toe touches.” I fold myself into the stretch, touching my palms to the floor.

Mindy takes a deep breath, apparently in control of herself now. “You show off! Please don't make fun of how bad I am at this. I’ll be happy to get past my knees.”

"You don't need this kind of flexibility. We are just extending what you have a little. This is a distractibility test, not a flexibility test.”

She squints my direction, then leans forward, reaching the middle of her shins.

“That’s fine. Hold that position for ten seconds." I straighten myself and step behind her, putting a hand on the small of her back as she stays bent. Her new outfit hugs her curves nicely, emphasizing her full rump and wide hips.

"That outfit looks great on you.”

"You already said that." Her face and neck are rosy from bending over and continues to darken.

I run my fingernails up her hamstrings. “Feeling the stretch here?”

“Um-hmm.”

“Three... two... one... Good. Keeping your head tucked, come up slowly and reach for the sky. Tighten those glutes for a few seconds. Okay... Again. Reach for your toes...” I stroke myself through the shorts while appreciating her ass.

Mindy glances back at me during the toe touch. “What are you up to back there?”

I walk around between her and the window she has been facing. “Observations. Five more seconds... two... one... Stretch to the ceiling... Good. Next, we are doing partner splits. Sit on your bum, facing me. Scoot together, making a diamond with our legs. Hold hands. Now lean back to pull me forward... for ten seconds... then relax as I lean back to stretch you...”

When I pull her forward, she finds herself hovering face-first over a large tent in my shorts. Her breath catches and she almost laughs. Almost. “Ten... nine... eight...”

She clears her throat and tries to look away from it, but it takes up most of her visual field.

“seven... six... five...”

She stares at it, inches from her mouth. The strained, this fabric does little to obscure the phallic shape. The size, angle, faint curvature, and domed head and its thick ridge. “Uh...”

“four... three... two...

“Y-you have...”

“...one.”

Mindy lets go of my hands and straightens up. She looks down to adjust her outfit and without looking at me says, “Your distraction... looks uncomfortable... You should go take care of that.” She waves her hand toward the door.

“It is a little uncomfortable, but we can continue. If you can’t handle seeing the distraction, you can close your eyes.”

She whacks my leg. “This is your test? Seriously? This is... too much. I can control myself. Control yourself.” Her diminishing good humor makes it clear that my game is not going to win her over if I **** it.

“It’s just that you look hot in that outfit—“

“I appreciate the complements, really, but that’s enough for today, okay? Gosh, I can’t believe I’m saying that... but shape up or I’ll have to dress like a slob again.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Then deal with the battlefield distractions and... do the mission... or whatever.” She reaches her arms out to continue the stretches, but turns her head to the side to not look at my junk directly, taking most of the fun out of it, although it gave me lots of opportunities

Throughout the remaining session, she keeps up constant small talk, nearly half of it about about her gardening projects. I think it is her way of steering the conversation away from anything flirtatious. Well played, Mindy.

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