Shokushu Sports Locker Room 4
Looking through another partly open window you can hardly believe your luck. Another shower room and standing looking into the mirror is a beautiful black girl. Your eyes devour her through the narrow crack of the partly opened window ... and dressed as she is in nothing but a pink towel which covers her from just above her breasts to just below her bottom, there is plenty to see. Slender back flaring out into a nicely rounded bottom, long slim legs, soft chocolate skin, black straight hair, a sweet face with a pert snub nose and ....
.... ooops ..... big brown eyes that are looking straight into yours through the mirror. Too surprised to duck down or run away, you stand still waiting for her to scream. Then a small smile crosses her lips and she turns around, beckoning you with a graceful finger.
No, no mistake ... she wants you to join her. Maybe she's short-sighted and thinks you are someone else. Maybe it's your birthday and you forgot, or you just died and went to heaven. Whatever the reason, this isn't the time for philosophical speculation. With an agility you didn't know you possessed, you shin up onto the windowsill, open the window wide and half fall into the room. Being a gentleman, you even close the window behind you. After all, you don't want the girl to catch cold ... or someone else to peep in through the gap ...
Still smiling the lovely girl turns back to look into the mirror, winking at your reflection as you move to stand close behind her. This near you can feel the warmth of her young body, and more importantly you can see over her shoulder to where her impressive breasts jut forwards, covered by no more than a thin towel. She must be cold from the briefly opened window, as the bumps of large hard nipples are very prominent in the pink material.
Since the young girl is doing nothing but standing there looking into the mirror, you begin to feel there should be rather more activity in the room, and that it's up to you to initiate it. Clearing your throat, you try to introduce yourself but the same finger that invited you into the shower room now rises to generous lips to silence you.
Well, given that you can't talk, and seeing nothing like a chess board to provide a reason for your being invited in, you rub two brain cells together and come to the conclusion that the girl may want you to touch her. Not the brightest, you do get there eventually and at least you are in familiar territory now. So still half expecting a piercing scream and several years in prison being chased around by large rampant axe murderers, you reach up timidly to stroke her bare shoulders. The skin feels warm and velvety beneath your fingers and she doesn't scream. But she does wiggle in a rather pleased cat-like movement, probably grateful that you had worked out her intentions before muscle atrophy set in.
Taking her wiggle as a sign of encouragement, you stroke softly down the bare skin of her arms, then back up to massage her shoulders. Reaching back, the girl plucks at your clothing with a small moue of distaste easily visible in her reflection. So taking the hint you strip off, throwing caution and clothing to the winds, then return to stand behind her, arms around her waist as she leans back against you, a small smile returning to the young girl's face when her bottom presses against your hard shaft.
Confidence building rapidly, you slide your hands upwards, over the girl's flat tummy and onto the large soft mounds of her breasts, feeling them shift slightly under your fingers as you palm their weight and squeeze experimentally. With a soft sigh the black girl takes a deep breath and the towel comes loose beneath your questing hands. Releasing the excited grip on her swollen tits momentarily, you allow the pink fabric to slide lower, hands returning to warm, soft naked breasts, fingers barely able to encompass their large shapes though you give it a good try.