She just wants to get to know you

As you glance toward the hall table where you left your power belt, Officer Williams laughs a friendly laugh.

"Oh, Wonder Woman," she reassures you, "I'm one of the 'good guys.' Don't worry. Besides," she points out, "you're... Wonder Woman! You wouldn't have any difficulty with a normal person like me."

You look up and down at the tall African-American woman. When you don't reply right away, she arches an eyebrow and smiles again.

"Anyway," she continues, "I'm just an admirer. You're an admirable female, after all. You have beauty, you have strength. I see you so much, I wanted to find out more about you."

"Oh," you say quietly. You're still on edge, of course. This woman did, after all, break into your apartment and surprise you. And... admirers can be weird.

Just then you notice her sort of uncomfortably adjusting her jacket, and your good nature tells you to show some hospitality.

"Oh," you say a little bit less quietly, "would you like to take off your jacket? As long as you're here...."

"Sure, thanks," she says, starting to remove her jacket and confidently turning around to look for a place to put it. ('She must be no threat,' you think to yourself, 'if she turns her back to me.')

"Here," you offer, "let me help you." As you take the jacket off, you see even from the back that, like many female officers, she wears her uniform blouse very tight. You also notice her strong shoulders, and the shoulder harness with her police-issue handgun.

You take the jacket and walk a few steps down the hall. As you're facing away from the woman and hanging her jacket on a hook, you suddenly remember you're now even farther away from your power belt. You can't help but feel a slight shiver of fear as you turn around....

The tall black woman has started to follow you down the hall. As she approaches, you see... she's very well-endowed! Like many African-American women, she has very large, full breasts. Her figure is not fashion-model slim by any means, but she has a very nice shape. Her well-fitted uniform shows long legs topped by strong hips, flaring in to a pleasing, strong-looking waist.

And those tits! Bigger than yours, easily. You're so self-conscious now, you almost forget that this well-built woman is now standing between you and your power belt.

With her standing there armed and in uniform, and you standing there in your skimpy, unbelted costume, you feel half naked -- and ****. She approaches, stops just a couple steps away from you and puts her hands on her hips. With her big breasts practically popping the buttons off her black blouse, you think about your smaller, lily-white bosom nestled in your red and gold bustier -- and you blush.

She blinks, and smiles knowingly. "You know," she says softly, "I've often watched you and thought, why couldn't I do that, go around decked out in that costume, taking down criminals...."

You stifle a "whew" through your lips as you imagine her impressive, amazonian figure bursting the seams of your lovely little Wonder Woman costume.

"But of course," she says, stepping closer, "you do it quite nicely."

She's so close to you now, her chest almost touches yours. You look straight into her eyes, trying not to glance down at her breasts. Staring back, she smiles a kind smile.

"May I?," she asks, and you notice her reaching toward you. You flinch as her hands touch your waist. You're kind of self-conscious about the slight plumpness of your belly. You don't have the tiny waist you had when you first left Paradise Island. Now this woman has her hands on your soft, ungirdled middle.

She pulls, to bring you closer....