He looks into my eyes and stares lovingly at me for a moment before dropping his hand in my thigh saying he hopes I keep trusting in him to keep my muscles relaxed just for him. That he'd love it if I'd allow him to feel my muscles jiggle just for him and his touch every morning.

I give a small sigh realizing he prefers my muscles in a way in which I do not. "Yeah, if we're alone I'll let you indulge in my muscle jiggle and I promise not to let it jiggle around anyone else." I say concedeing just a bit (to satisfy him) really wanting only my inner thighs to jiggle (to satisfy myself).

I guess upon hearing my sigh he conceded a bit as he reclarified that he would love if I flexed my muscles when we're in public (unless he subtly gives my thighs a pat or squeeze...even in front of friends) especially if a prankster or even friend tries to do the same,  but left them relaxed when we're alone in the house. Unless I don't feel comfortable (as it's not an order) though he'll be disappointed.

I take a min and try to take everything he said in before replying "Thank you for understanding and trying to take my side into consideration. I'll try my best to work on letting my muscles relax for you as much as I can feel comfortable in doing." I reply trying to compromise.

After our lovemaking and cuddling he asks me if I'd like to go out for a nice dinner. He explains that he's not sure if he's actually hungry or wants to flaunt me around as he tells me how lucky he is that I'm his girlfriend (I am the most beautiful with the most sexy legs). I then feel him drop his hand on my inner thigh giving it a squeeze and shake.

"I'd love to. What did you have in mind?" I ask half curious, half excited.

He answers saying he was interested in going to the hotel restaurant to see what they had, that and enjoying the beauty of my thighs as I walk. I then feel him pat my inner thigh. I leave it unrestrained so it jiggles as much as possible.

He then grabs my hand as we both stand up, and head for the door. I vow (although a bit nervous) to allow my legs to jiggle as we walk to the hotel restaurant.

As we walk towards the restaurant I manage to allow my thighs to relax and jiggle naturally with each step. I guess he liked whay he saw as he told me that seeing my thighs jiggle as they were made him want to spend all the calories from our impending dinner making me enjoy his body until I scream his name and tears of joy and happiness run down my cheeks.

"I can't wait! I'm now picturing all the fun we are going to have after we get back to our room!" I say excitedly.