Another Asian Girl

As the toilet finishes its flush, the door to the stall squeaks open and a well-endowed Asian women emerges. An immediate spark of jealousy shoots through you. Unlike you she has the privilege of covering her breasts.

But that jealously quickly fades as you see the rest of her attire. You suppose what she is wearing is lingerie, but it is certainly more than that. High heels adorn her feet followed by fishnets that crawl up to her upper thighs. Her panties appear to be leather, with straps connected to her fishnets and up to her bra.

Well if you could call it that. It certainly holds up her large breasts. And they were huge for an Asian girl! At least double Ds, maybe bigger. The bar itself essentially only covered the bottom part of her breasts, her tits almost peaking through.

You feel your own nipples harden in the cold air after bearing witnesses to such a beautiful body.

"What are you staring at . . . "

Shaking your head you realize that your gawking lasted maybe a bit too long. You're staring right at her. Even in this new world of nudity your action was a bit strange.

Stuttering you lock eyes with her, "Oh . . . I'm sorry. I was just, uh , admiring your outfit."

With your eyes locked to hers, you realize she has her hair similarly cut short like yours, but slightly longer. Unlike yours, hers is dyed a beautiful shade of brown.

That's when you notice it. Her ears. Well not her real ears. Instead you see the black cat ears that sit atop her head. That's when it hits you that she's in a sexy cat outfit.

She rolls her eyes at your comment, "Yeah well. Not like I got to pick it out. My fucking roommate's boyfriend always manages to see me first thing in the morning. Today he was feeling in an extra furry mood I guess. So gross!"

She huffs off towards the sink and washes her hands. With front facing towards the mirror, you see the final piece to her outfit: A tail. It is maybe of leather and curves away, pointing upwards back towards her head. From this angle you couldn't quite see where the tail originated, except that it's base is somewhere in her underwear.

Unable to stop yourself you blurt out, "I love your tail though! It looks great on you."

You hear the women sigh. She turns off the sink and grabs two paper towels to dry her hands. Throwing the paper in the trash she turns back to you with a grimacing smile and leans back up against the sink.

"Thanks I guess. Not my choice, but I can still appreciate compliments. The tail is ok I guess, but sure is a pain in my ass. Literally, it's a butt plug. My roommate's boyfriend is a total pervert. At least I'm covered up today."

She suddenly blushes, realizing her comment might have hit too close to home for you. "Oh . . . I'm sorry. I guess that's your day everyday right? Well I like your skirt."

You smile at her comment, but realize that your chest has been exposed the whole time. She approaches with her hand out. Unsure of the situation you go in to shake her hand.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Anna."

"Jenna, likewise."

And a moment later she was gone out the door and back into the shop. All that remained was a slight breeze from her movement and her fragrance lingering in the air.