A Flexible Friend

You are the owner and trainer at a local gymnasium. Your facilities cater to gymnasts, dancers and various other aerobic activities. It’s early in the afternoon and this is typically a dead time for business, but it happens there is one girl here for training.

Her name is Tori. She’s a college student who lives nearby and one of your favorite masturbatory fantasies. She’s a small girl and you realize in a deeply perverse way that that is part of your attraction. Today she is wearing a sky blue leotard with her hair tied back.

You stare across the room at Tori as she stretches quietly. She’s a petite girl, about five feet tall and she weighs almost nothing. If your paperwork didn’t say she was 21 you’d swear she was a minor. Her breasts and hips have nearly a pre-pubescent in size and shape. Her medium length hair is tied back with a scrunchie and is somewhere between blond and strawberry blond.

Looking at her body your eyes wander up her slender legs and narrow hips. You stare shamelessly at her impossibly narrow waist, flat stomach and childlike breasts. Finally you reach her narrow chin, soft kissable lips and piercing blue eyes. Your eyes meet for only an instant, before she coyly looks away. As she does, you glimpse the round firmness of her ass as the lycra fabric of her leotard clings tightly to her small body.

She reaches down, stretching her hamstrings and showing off the cleft of her pussy beneath the flimsy fabric of the stretchy fabric. Your cock pulses as you see a faint trace of wetness down the crease and you realize that she is again staring right at you.