I knocked his door and listened, my face in front of his spy-hole, he needed to see my youthful femininity, and want to admit me, and if he did, then ...e was in the mood.I could hear him cough as he shuffled to the door, then silence, as he peered through the glass peep hole, I standing back knowing he would be looking at not just my prettiness, but my body in profile.He opened the door and peered out, looking my up and down, as I smiled my best and bade him good morning, and my ridiculous. Anyways the next day came and today I made time to go swim a few laps. Riding the bus there was a nerve wrecking experience. Am I gay? What do I say to him? Will I even see him? Why am I getting so worried over a man. At the same time I was very eager. The mere image of his body gave me butterflies in my stomach. The bus stops at the YMCA building and hop off the bus and enter the building. walk to the lower level, where the pool and locker room is and I look around the corner, he isn't here.. ’ His hands surrounding her torso. He lifted her off of the ground, ripping her clothes off. She heard fabric tearing, a button jumped away. His hands running over her body, stroking her shoulders, her arms. Kneading her breasts. His fingers pushing deep into her flesh. Molding. Squeezing. Then unexpectedly tender he took her nipple into his mouth. His tongue sweetly swirling and caressing her very very sensitive nipple. She’d never told him her nipples were so sensitive, but he just seem to. You're using an old blue shirt since your only uniform shirt was torn in pieces while you ran after a criminal you never caught and the department couldn't spare any other pieces for you. This shirt is rather tight and short, reaching only the brim of your blue jeans and hugging your body tightly. Your pants are not the best for your line of activities, since they're just as tight as your top, showing every curve of your legs and round ass, but they're comfortable, and that's good enough for.