White: queen's bishop's pawn c2>c4

Tyrone was having difficulty moving as he stepped out of the women's dressing room, as he had developed a full erection while watching the pretty blonde disrobe. As he hobbled awkwardly into the foyer, he noticed Carolyn O'Malley approaching through the glass doors at the entrance. Carolyn was a pretty student from Ireland who worked at the front counter, and who Tyrone surmised was supposed to be here this morning for work by now. As most mornings, Carolyn was jogging into work, and had her long red hair pulled back in a ponytail and was wearing sneakers, shorts and a tank top. He could see the worry in her face as she hurried towards the entrance; she obviously knew she was late.

Tyrone froze for a moment, realizing that if she saw him emerging from the women's dressing room while Miss Hunter was in there, a nearly 10-inch erection pushing against his trousers, she would suspect the worst. He instinctively ducked into the staff dressing room to get out of sight. Only once inside did it dawn on him: 'Carolyn needs to change into her work clothes, that means she's coming here!" He heard the quiet buzz that indicated the door at the front entrance had opened. Trapped, Tyrone retreated through the lockers and shower area and into the toilet stall. He closed the door behind him, then hopped up onto the toilet seat just in time to glimpse of Carolyn enter the dressing room from over the stall door.

Clearly in a rush, Carolyn immediately pulled the tank top over her head, unleashing her pale breasts from their confinement. Her pink nipples were engorged, as though she were aroused. The sneakers and shorts followed, and within moments the beautiful redhead was completely nude, her garments discarded in a pile. As he watched her move into the shower area, Tyrone pulled his thick cock free from his trousers and began rubbing its throbbing length. He hadn't seen a white woman naked since just before the last time he was arrested, and this morning he had enjoyed watching two of the more beautiful women he had ever seen. 'If I could slam this into those slim hips, it'd be no more than a minute before I gave her a real souvenir to bring back to Ireland...' he thought.

In the shower, Carolyn wet her hair and soaped up her face and body. Tyrone watched as her hands rubbed and grasped her breasts, then slid down her torso and towards her trimmed pussy. Tyrone watched as the Irish beauty rubbed between her legs, a smile crossing her lips as though they were telepathically bonded in their mutual stimulation.