IR Future - Part 15

Lara can do it. Hell, you could do it. The light is at least two feet across and it’s just hanging up there. It’s a high ceiling, but in terms of distance and shots on the field, it’s nothing. Any pro player could do this.

Fru Satan blinks several times as glass shatters and sparks rain toward the fake grass at the far end of the field. You’ll have to avoid that side of the field now due to the grass, but the gym is now refreshingly dim.

You see Lara cringe, perhaps worried that the busted light might start a fire, but that doesn’t happen.

Now it’s awkward. Fru Satan doesn’t seem upset, but she’s become very… neutral-looking. That’s all right; Lara seems comfortable taking the lead.

“All right,” she says briskly, turning to Fru Satan. “You little minx. I’m in charge now. Take it all off.”

Fru Satan, wearing an impressive expression of disinterest, removes her whistle and tosses it aside, then starts to lift her shirt.

Lara points. “Face that way.”

Fru Satan turns her back and continues to strip. Lara walks over to you.

“Going to help?” she whispers.

You hesitate. Your body feels hot and tingly. It’s way outside your comfort zone, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t want to.

“I’m getting married,” you say firmly.

“Right. You’ll just have to watch then,” Lara says, gazing at Fru Satan’s back as she unhooks her bra and takes it off. You both watch in silence as the petite woman pushes her gym shorts and panties down, revealing smooth, pale skin. Your heart rate is up and so is your penis.

“That’s good,” Lara chirps, walking up behind her. She spins Fru Satan around and startles her with a deep but surprisingly tender kiss. Her hands caress Fru Satan’s skin, holding her close.

And you’re just standing there. You aren’t complaining, but the situation is so bizarre that you don’t know what to think. You hope that Ingrid is having a more normal weekend than this. She definitely doesn’t need to know what happened here. Or what’s about to happen.

Lara spins Fru Satan again to have her face you, so you have a perfect view as Lara stands behind her, kneading her breasts and kissing her neck. Fru Satan’s body is turning red. The big light is out, but the normal lights are still on; the gleam on Fru Satan’s inner thighs makes it clear that she doesn’t mind this turn of events.

Still massaging one breast, Lara tips Fru Satan’s face up to kiss her, reaching her other hand between her legs. Fru Satan is a formidable woman, and her ability to hold her composure is impressive. Even that can’t last with Lara’s tongue in her mouth and her fingers teasing her pussy.

Fru Satan squirms, tenses, and gasps. The tables have turned.