Start with Tracy and Sam

A few nights later, Tracy was moaning softly in her sleep. She was having a dream in which she was reliving her first meeting with Nick.

As she welcomed him into the house and led him towards the stairs, she looked back at him. This time, he made no attempt to conceal the fact that he was admiring her ass. Without a hint of shame. He was appraising and admiring it the way one might gaze at a work of art.

Tracy paused at the foot of the stairs, and running her hand over one of her broad ass-cheeks, she bent over slowly, giving him the optimal view of her glorious rump in the skin-tight blue jeans.

With the strange logic of dreams, it felt perfectly natural to be displaying her backside like this to a young man she barely knew. She smiled over her shoulder at him.

“Do you like the view?”

The cute young man lifted his gaze from her ass and met her gaze. He replied with perfect ease, as though this was a perfectly normal conversation to be having under these circumstances.

“Well yes, who wouldn’t? Your ass is magnificent!”

She smiled and straightened up, leaning on the stair banister. “Thanks! I thought you’d like it. Most men do. My ex-husband certainly did!”

Nick moved to join her at the bottom of the stairs, still holding his bags. “If you don’t mind me asking, if he was so fond of your ass, why did he leave it?”

She laughed ruefully. “Yes, well maybe he loved it a bit more than I liked. He wanted to… well, you know.” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Nick dropped his bags and stepped a little closer to her. “He wanted to fuck it, didn’t he? He wanted to fuck that glorious ass.”

Tracy was slightly perturbed by this sudden intimacy, but for some reason, she felt she could confide in this strange, cute young man, and nodded hesitantly.

“Yes. Not only wanted to, he did...fuck it. A couple of times. I wanted to try it, to make him happy, but I didn’t like it, not really. It just made me feel so…dirty.”

Then, as if they’d only paused to discuss something as harmless and impersonal as the weather, she said. “Anyway, let me show you to your room!” And she turned and walked up stairs with Nick following close behind, ogling her ass as she climbed the stairs ahead of him…

***

Down the hall, Sam was working late in her room, editing her latest video, which she planned to post in the morning. In it, she had been trying on various new items of spandex active-wear, and posing for the camera. She made sure she looked great in all of the footage, picking the best poses and angles.

Maybe it was because of the late hour, but she almost felt as though she was on the edge of developing a headache. The images on her laptop screen seemed to flicker occasionally. She hoped it wasn’t about to crap out on her, she’d only had it for about a year. She’d checked the connections and everything seemed fine, so she just assumed she was tired.

She took another slug of water from the bottle on her desk and that seemed to help soothe her. As she watched the video footage of herself, she could only admire how great she looked in the various skin-tight outfits, each designed to show off the female form to its ultimate effect.

Still, for the first time, she started to feel a little unsatisfied with how she looked in the outfits. They were really cute, really practical for working out, but she started to feel like something was missing. It wasn’t as if the outfits could have been any tighter on her body, but maybe she wanted to see herself in something…shinier? Shiny leggings and tops that would show off and highlight her body even more dramatically than the spandex did...

Yeahhh, that was it. She felt a warm flush of tingling pleasure in her gut as she realized what she wanted. She started to imagine how amazing she would look in tight, shiny outfits that hugged her body to perfection and gleamed with reflected light.

She decided to finish editing this video, then start browsing online stores to find just the kind of outfits she wanted. She took another slug of water from her bottle, and eagerly went back to work…