Kyle was more than slightly apprehensive as Alexia dragged him into the private shower stall. As she pulled him inside behind her, he couldn’t help but think the semi-small space was most likely not made for two people. Slightly smaller than a handicap bathroom stall, Alexia’s BO stench quickly chased out any fresh air. Trying not to gag, Kyle was suddenly struck by how attractive this girl was in spite of himself. If he wasn’t already “dating” Jessi, and of course if Alexia wasn’t giving her a run for her money on the grossness scale, Kyle would have at least made a pass at her.
By the time his eyes wandered back up to Alexia’s, he was faced with a very large smirk. “Do you like what you see? Zere is much more where zis comes from, you know. Hahaha. You will wait for moi to take a shower, oui?” Kyle is about to object but is left speechless and in awe as Alexia hands him her change of clothes and proceeds to yank her sports bra off with a lot of jostling, wiggling and jiggling, before her breasts explode with sudden freedom like two gigantic bowling balls, so perky they might as well be filled with helium. Of course, this isn’t lost on Alexia, who, after tossing her bra onto Kyle’s head with her continuously growing smirk, proceeds to turn around and start wiggling her ass out of her tiny lace panties.
Kyle once again received a good taste of Alexia’s sweat before the bra shifted off of his face and ended up as a necklace. A very sweaty, smelly necklace. With her ass halfway out of the tiny panties, Kyle finally snapped out of his stupor, not wanting this to get any more out of hand. Of course he didn’t mind what he was seeing… But that thought was overruled by his “loyalty” to Jessi, and, more accurately, the horror of having yet another disgusting girl making advances on him. In a panic, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind to stop her, though as usual he wished he hadn’t a moment later. “NO! I mean, umm… You don’t need a show—er…”
Alexia blinked at him for a moment in surprise and confusion as Kyle fought the urge to try and grab the words out of the air, but the moment was much too short as a huge smile erupted on her face. “I can not believe I ever doubted you! To zink at first I zought you were just like all ozer men! Of course I don’t need to shower; I am beautiful even after a workout, even zough I am drenched from head to toe with ze sweat!”
Having spent a bit too much time with Jessi, Kyle braced for a very sweaty glomp, but it never came. Instead, Alexia’s trademark smirk re-emerged, her arms crossed under her ample bosom and purposefully squishing the orbs together and pushing them up right in front of him. “Still enjoying ze show, I see. But I am afraid zat if you want to get out of here, I must put on my suit, oui?”
Kyle couldn’t be happier. The her stink was definitely becoming overpowering at this point, and she really DID in fact badly need a shower, he had somehow avoided what had seemed inevitable moments ago. “Of course, you did promise to help me, no?”
That feeling of dread that was becoming a constant part of his life started creeping up his back again, though it was more than slightly muffled by the sight of Alexia giggling, sending her twosome jiggling and wiggling. “Umm… Yeah, what did you need me to do?”
“You shall assist me in dressing! It is a high honor, you know.”
Kyle sweatdropped. There were so many ways this could go wrong. But it wasn’t like he had another way to get out of, by the sounds of it, the increasingly populated locker room, and it wasn’t like he wouldn’t enjoy it at all… “Alright… How do you want me to help?”
“You will put everything on me, of course.” This seemed like completely dressing her instead of assisting, but again he wasn’t in a position to complain too much as Alexia tapped her foot and shifted her hips impatiently, causing her breasts to jump, slap, and collide. Kyle barely caught himself before he was drooling once again as he set the pile of clothes on a nearby bench, so nervous he could barely acknowledge the sports bra still soaking his shirt around his neck or the sock festering on his shoulder, let alone take them off.
First, he needed to cover up Alexia’s biggest distractions, so he grabbed a lacy bra that seemed to be the pair to her panties, sweat stains on the otherwise white fabric from previous use not being missed by him. As he turned with the relatively tiny undergarment, Alexia seemed somewhat disappointed in his choice, and to his dismay waved him off. “I am willing to allow you to continue gazing upon my exposed beauty, as a gift for you pointing out how I obviously do not need a shower.” Kyle was left regretting this once again, but at the same time the view WAS amazing. “Grab my leggings first.”
Kyle cringed slightly at the thought of being around her sweaty feet, but this needed to be done so he could get out of here and try to get another interview. He grabbed the thin veils of fabric, just as Alexia butt bombed onto the bench next to him, splashing more than a bit of butt sweat on him and her “clean” clothes. He forced himself to ignore this, moving to kneel in front of her to reach her feet. The smell was just as horrible as he had expected, if not worse, and he could barely even look at her feet without gagging due to the globs of toejam in between her toes.
Looking up for a moment, he could barely see Alexia’s face past her bulging pair, and she was… blushing? Suddenly noticing his stare, Alexia immediately turned her nose up at him (a nose he couldn’t help notice was packed with more than a few boogers). “I—I have never had someone actually kneel before my beauty. I am very glad to have you know zat it is deserved.” Kyle could only stare in disbelief at her sketchy logic, which Alexia read as admiration as her blush grew ever so slightly. “Concentrate on what you are doing!”
Before Kyle could think of how cute someone who was otherwise so regal could be as he started pulling on one of the leggings, his face was suddenly assaulted by her free foot. He reeled as she rubbed the horrible smelling, toejam-ridden object all over his face. “Zere, now you will have somezing to admire, no? Even after a full day in ze gym, my toes are still beautiful enough for zis, oui? Hahaha.” Kyle wanted to yell at her, but as he opened his mouth, Alexia took this moment to shove her toes in, rubbing toejam and sweat all over his tongue as she wiggled them.
Kyle fought both the urge to hurl and the urge to bite of her toes to get away, knowing he needed her to get out. Trying to ignore the gross spectacle (and failing miserably), he pulled up the first legging, his long arms barely able to reach and attach the garters to her underwear. He nearly weeped with joy when Alexia reluctantly pulled her toes out with an audible POP, but the moment was fleeting as he started on the next legging only to have her rub her now covered foot all over his face, the thin veil of fabric doing nothing to cover up the stench and sweat.
By the time he was finished, Kyle wanted to take every person who had a foot fetish and admit them to an insane asylum. The taste of her toejam still wouldn’t get out of his mouth, but at least Alexia seemed to be pleased. Making an extra effort to mash and jiggle her breasts as she got up and leaned to look down at his handiwork, Alexia’s cleavage squiggling and clapping in front of Kyle as he tried to reach for the next article of clothing; a bra. Succeeding in blindly grabbing for it, Kyle quickly stood up and stepped away, happy to move on.
Alexia seemed reluctant to be done with her “enticing”, and stalled a bit more, putting on a pair of heels that Kyle wondered how she could even walk in. The view again made his mind and heart race, the nastiness a moment ago almost forgotten at the sight of her standing in gartered leggings and underwear, heels, and… nothing else. He was so enthralled, he almost missed Alexia putting out her arms so he could slip the bra over them. He stopped as he got to her breasts, expecting her to take over from there, but no dice. “What are you doing? You must hitch it in ze back!” Kyle sighed and made to move around behind her to do so, but she quickly stepped back in front of him. “Of course, I would not want you to forget ze beautiful view you are no doubt falling for, oui?”
Kyle looked at her questioningly, but before he knew it, she had pushed him down and against the wall. He had just enough time to see a huge pair of breasts only partially covered by a bra surging towards his face before he was engulfed in completely sweat-soaked flesh. Kyle panicked and tried to get away, which only dug his face deeper into the grimey cleavage. Switching tactics, he grabbed Alexia’s hips and tried to push her away, but she apparently hadn’t been working out for nothing and easily continued smothering him, laughing all the while as he was nearly drowning in a sweat waterfall. “*Squelch—squelch—smack---squish* Haha, I am sorry about ze sweat, but it is worth it, no? Do not worry, I shall allow you to enjoy until you get ze bra attached.”
Kyle nearly cried as Alexia was having the time of her life smothering his face against the wall of the shower-stall, jiggling and wiggling back and forth, up and down all over his face. Knowing what he had to do to get out, he quickly groped her back for her bra straps, causing a few appreciative moans from Alexia as she understood this as a back massage. Nearly running out of air and choking on both sweat and boob flesh, Kyle struggled valiantly to get the much too small bra to clasp.
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