Screw it, take the tour

She's serious. Holy shit, she's serious.

You should say no. You can't take advantage of Jordan like this, it'd be wrong on so, so many levels. Yet at the same time... your eyes flick again over Jordan's body - and damn, what a body.

Yes, I want the tour.

That's what you would say if you were still capable of speech.

Jordan gins. She knows. "Come on, Marshal. No need to be shy," she says, grabbing your arm and leading you off like a little kid. "Have some confidence in yourself. I'll show you how it's done."

There's no chance to refuse or complain. Before you know it, Jordan's dragged you straight into the women's locker room.

You cringe going around every corner, till she deposits you in the middle of the tight, intimate space. There's a bench, there are lockers, and there are two shower stalls - that's it.

"Are you crazy?" you hiss. "I can't be here, what if somebody else comes in?"

Jordan bursts into laughter. "Uh, yeah, said the Master Tomboy, in a rock climbing gym." She can't stop smiling at the thought. She levels with you, hunching over to match your height. "Look. Any woman who walks through that door," she points at the entry to the locker room, "will be a tomboy. I'd eat my climbing harness if they aren't. This space belongs to you as much as it does anyone else."

Coming from anyone else, you wouldn't believe it. You'd dismiss it as fanaticism, or a hyperbole. Jordan's total certainty, however, leaves no room for doubt. Somehow, some way, if Jordan says it's okay for you to be in the women's locker room, it is.

You marvel at her.

Jordan judges that her lesson's hit home. "So let's do this." She throws a boot up on the bench and begins to unlace it.

"W-what are you doing, exactly?" you ask.

Jordan shucks one boot and starts in on the other. "Taking off my shoes."

"I can see that, but -"

Soon as Jordan removes the other boot, she pulls off her tank top. The motion reveals her chiseled upper body, glistening with sweat. A heavy-duty athletic compression bra packs her chest in tight.

"-holy shit," you gasp.

"I know, let me tell you, these things don't come cheap," says Jordan, snapping the lower brand of the designer sports bra.

You weren't talking about her bra, but you don't dare correct her. You've never been jealous of the elastic band of a bra either, but apparently, there's a first time for everything.

Like a solar panel under the sun, Jordan basks under your gaze. But she snaps out of the trance. "Whoo, okay. In and out," she reminds herself, rolling off her socks next. "You can do this..."

Jordran's callused soles spring into view. They speak to you on a spiritual level. God, she must climb barefoot too, sometimes. How hardcore is this woman?

Your train of thought derails when Jordan shucks her tight shorts, revealing the practical, yet skimpy gray underwear beneath. Your brain is then obliterated entirely when - without fanfare or warning - the tomboy slips out of her bra.

Jordan's jugs topple free, first one, then the other.

Bigger than Cori's. Bigger than Mom's. Bigger than Aunt Missy's, even. They're huge. Jordan sports a pair of lush, mouth-watering melons, heavy and pendulous. Each is capped with a broad, puffy nipple, nearly the same hue as Jordan's skin.

You lock on target. You're in heaven. Tomboy boobs can be this big in real life?

Uncharacteristically nervous, Jordan runs a hand through her short, side-shorn blonde hair to straighten it (it wasn't out of place). She throws her shoulders back to straighten herself to full height and turns to you side-on to display every inch of her powerful frame. Her broad shoulders, powerful arms, wide hips (cut through only by the sideband of her underwear), and her muscular ass - you take it all in. But god. Her boobs. Her big, fat, juicy boobs.

The climber sets her jaw, determined. "I follow all the Tenets. Every line of the Code," Jordan reports. "Never smoked. Never touched ****. I do a lot of physical stuff that keeps me in shape - have done since I was a kid, never really kept track. I've always been taller and stronger than other girls, but I'm proud of what I've accomplished with myself..."