Female Inflation

Gillian looked up at the sign above the shop and gulped. It read 'Skin Tight', and the black curtains in the window were always kept drawn acting almost mirror-like. She could see herself in the glass of the doorway, her shocking not-at-all natural red shoulder length hair draped over her University's womens rugby team t-shirt, which met at her waist with a pair of light blue jeans with a tear in each knee. Slapped in the middle of the doorway was a sign saying "Over 18s Only, open 8 til late". She looked at her watch, it read 7:30pm.

Bethan was furious to say the least that slut Jodie who she had once called her friend had stolen Karl  Moody from her after she had told her she like him. As a result she now had to endure seeing them together every lunch time. “Urgh sucking face as usual fucking bitch” groaned Beth scowling over in their direction. Beth was a short 18 girl with a slim body, b cup breasts and an ample butt, none of that mattered however since she’d never have Karl much to her dismay.

On Shania's suggestion I decided to spend some time away from the beach.  She recommended a spot just a few miles out of town, a plot of wide open undeveloped land, away from power lines and airplane flight paths.  It wasn't visited that often, she said, but when I arrived there was already someone there.

She was a blonde wearing a black unitard with a blue stripe running down either side.  You know, before I got into this I didn't even know that was what you called leotards with legs.  If nothing else it's been a learning experience.