EXTRACT FOR
The Babysitter and the Boxer
(Candi Kush)

"Can I show you how to hit it harder?" Pete was beside me, looking deep into my eyes. 



"Uh," my face went hot! He seemed to notice because he smiled, but he didn't say anything. Now was not the time to lose my composure, barely a day in. "Yep! Yes. Please." 



"I'm going to step behind you and just show you the muscles that you need to focus on to get that punch really hard." He stepped behind me and pressed his hands into my waist. I was sticky from sweat. "Here," he said, and squeezed my waist when he said it. "If you want a really good punch, tighten your abs when you swing. Now."



I punched and it was as weak as ever. "I'm not really a punching sort of person," I tried to laugh it off. "Are you feeling better now?"



Instead of answering, Pete stepped closer to me. I felt him, hard, pressing against my ass. I tightened up instantly. Pete pulled me to him when I went rigid, and my back fell against his muscled chest. We stood there silently. I felt him through my body. "Is it okay if I hold you here?" He said.

 

I hesitated. My mouth answered him on its own. "Yes," I said. 



Pete's hands moved upwards. He edged under my exercise bra and cupped my little tits. I felt his breath hot on my neck. "How about here?..."