Test the waters. See where Jordan's boundaries are

Whatever Jordan's boundaries are, you'll respect them - but you've come this far. This is the most intensely sexual situation you've ever been in. It's too late to walk away from it now. You're only a man, weak to temptation. So until you bump into a wall, you'll keep reaching.

"Is it okay if I take off my shirt?" you ask.

The shift in the air between you is almost palpable.

"It is a locker room," Jordan jokes, trying to cut the tension.

Your shirt's gone in a flash. You step in and brush your thumb over Jordan's cheek. "And what about this?"

Jordan gives a brief smile, touches your hand, and leans slightly into your touch. "Where was this Marshal when you were feeling me up and licking on my boobs?" she asks, chuckling. "Can't help but notice you didn't ask then."

"I should have."

"It's all right. Said I'd give you the tour," says Jordan. "Granted, I didn't know it'd be so hands on, but... I offered, so that's -"

You lean in and kiss Jordan, your bare chest pressing against hers, pushing her back against the lockers.

Jordan reacts first with shock. Then, when you test her lips with your tongue, she grunts and permits you to slip between - you run the tip of your tongue over her teeth and taste her mouth, briefly twisting your tongue around the tip of hers.

The kiss ends.

"Mphh - that's..." Jordan trails off, chewing her lips in confusion. "What was that?"

"A kiss," you say.

"That was a real wet kiss," says Jordan.

"Yeah, well." You shrug. "You inspire me."

Jordan snorts, and ruffles your hair. "You're such a guy."

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Huh? Okay, I guess, but -"

You wrap your arms around Jordan's bare waist and kiss her again, hard. Jordan's passive at first, but she responds with growing fervor. She grunts appreciatively when you run your tongue over yours, after you nibble her lip, she nibbles back, and when you slide your hands down and grip Jordan's toned ass, a growling moan escapes the back of her throat and she squeezes your arms as she kisses you more deeply.

Your erection grinds against Jordan's bare abdomen, through your athletic shorts. It's two layers too many.

The hunger inside you builds and builds with every interaction. You're on a road with no posted speed signs, and your foot's on the gas. Every signal Jordan's sending encourages you to continue.

You leave Jordan breathless for a moment while you shimmy out of your shorts and underwear. You kick your remaining clothes away, leaving you naked as Jordan, except for your shoes.

Jordan goggles at you with wide eyes, her pupils dilating slightly at the sight of your bare stomach, thighs, and surging manhood. "Is this - is this part of the tour or - " she seems uneasy "- I mean, I just got out of a relationship, so maybe -"

You silence Jordan with another kiss, this time the tip of your cock tapping against her hot abs. The contact ripples through your soul.

Jordan's left dizzy from the kiss. "Wow," she says dumbly, idly holding your elbows as her brain catches up with what's happening.

What you want to do is press your hips to Jordan's and take her, but instead, you ask a question. "Are you okay?"

"That's a complicated question," says Jordan, her face red, "but yeah."

You're beginning to accept that perhaps Jordan has no boundaries. Not for the Master Tomboy.

"Do you... want to keep going?" you ask, hoping you already know her answer.

Jordan glances downward to your cock nestled between your stomaches, then back up to you. "I... I don't know. My body's saying one thing, but my brain..." the woman shakes her head. "Are you asking me that as the Master Tomboy, talking to an Adherent?" she asks. "Or as Marshal, talking to Jordan?"