Heading to the dressing room

She walked up, now quickening her pace as she clutched the new bras against her chest. Which was really starting to hurt. She looked up to see the Jocks.

Each of them was every bit of a classic football player. Tall adonis-like figures each. Two of them wrestle each other or play fighting. But she saw the bulk. She saw the flex. Her breath hitched.

The heat returned, if it ever really left. Strong now, radiating through her. Warming her chest and washing outward through the rest of her.

She must have looked like an easy picking as the idle Jock saw Kat. Cockily resting his elbow against the doorway, in a faux attempt to block her way. Towering over her, it made her feel so small. To be that dominating without trying. Being that tall, looking down on them. A sun flickering to life inside her chest.

Her pain would not be denied and her legs faltered for a moment. The jock realized he might have caused her to trip. “Oh shit, sorry. I was just playin’.”, he said, offering her a hand up. Kat without thought, accepted. Feeling his strength first hand now.

Her chest thrust forward into him at the sensation. Though the moan that escaped her lips snapped her waking wet dream away. And for a moment of lucidity, she scrambles the rest of the way into the dressing room. Her face again red as could be. As soon as the latch falls, her hand is on her bra loops, struggling to pull it apart.

5’7”(+4)
C(+)
Athletic(+)