Visit Tonya

Closing your eyes you concentrate, mentally issuing all the other girls out of the change room while Tonya has 'trouble' with her bra. Giving her a few moments you slip from the men?s? side over t the women?s side. Slipping in, you look towards the lockers, smiling as you see Tonya?s back in a mirror fumbling at the clasp of her bra and cursing quietly, not understanding why, just as she lines the catch up, it goes the wrong way.

And then she sees you.

With a squeal her hands whip around to cover her full breasts, her eyes locked on yours as you step from the doorway. Your will focuses on her eyes as you move closer. Her eyes shift, trying to pull from your gaze, but to no avail. Trembling, her body resists the urge to flee before this intruder. You reach up, brushing aside her arms, hook the bra with a finger and pull, slipping it from her torso and letting her dark breasts spill freely into view.

Her dark nipples are hard, even as her body tries to resist your will. She may be a bit of an exhibitionist, but other than giving the jocks a few quick thrills, you can tell she's a bit more cautious than that. "Strip," you command, motioning to the gym shorts that hug her hips. Her fingers shift as she pops the tight button and unzips them, pushing down over her hips to reveal a tight neon pink g-string.

Her face looks downcast as she stands there, almost naked before you, her nipples hard like twin pebbles, and you can see the front of the g-string is darkening. Sniffing, your nose crinkles. You've either shocked or scared her enough to wet herself. Shaking your head you point to the soiled garment. "Best get them off, and next time you do that try sitting on a toilet first, okay?"

Tonya nods dumbly, her shaking fingers pushing the pink fabric down, her dark lips swollen and damp as she swallows slowly and takes a more open stance to show off her body to you. Grinning, you move closer, running a hand over chocolate skin, cupping a breast, and as your thumbing one of the dark nipples, a droplet of white emerges from the tip, much to your surprise.

Looking up you match her eyes? gaze and she shrugs helplessly before your unasked question. "I had a baby at the beginning of the year. She stays with my mom while I'm in class..."

Grinning you look her over, she must have worked hard to work that shape off. But what to do next?