Jon was still making a last lustful effort on Karyn's now rapidly softening shaft when it hit him. He bolted up in shock, while unconsciously licking his lips. "Holy crap! What did I just do?" He thought. "My god, I just gave Karyn a blow job! Worse yet, I think I liked it. No worse still, I know I like it. Hell, I want to do it again!"
"Jon that was awesome," Karyn said in a deep languid male voice. "I owe guys everywhere an apology. I had no idea how fabulous that would be. It's no wonder you all are always hinting for it. Hell, I'd ..."
'Knock knock knock.'
Both Karyn and Jon lurched in a panic, turning toward the the driver's window where a light was bobbing around the now thoroughly fogged up windows.
"I wish we both had our clothes back on," Karyn gasped out in a hurried panic.
This left Jon once again clad in his fuck-me outfit. Unfortunately it also created sudden desperate pain for Karyn, immediately followed by the ripping of one of her favorite outfits that should have been impossible to have ever gotten on a guy that size.
'Knock, knock.' "Break it up. Either get out of the car or leave the parking lot," an irritated voice declared.
"I wish I was wearing appropriate clothes," Karyn choked out. Fortunately this provided the hoped for relief as Karyn found herself clad in jeans, hiking boots, and a wife-beater tee shirt that showed off the impressive muscles and shoulders of the very impressively male body she now had.
Schooling her face to her best innocent expression, Karyn casually got out of the car and demurely smiled at the rent-a-cop as she flounced around to the other side and helped Jon out.
A very puzzled parking enforcement officer walked off muttering to himself. On the one hand the guy that got out of the car looked like he could have cleaned his clock in a hot second. How someone like that could be so obviously flaming made no sense, but at least there was no confrontation.
Jon desperately wanted to stop Karyn and demand an explanation, but at the moment he was fully occupied with hanging on to Karyn's strong arm as he was hurried through the gravel strewn parking lot in stiletto heels that kept trying to kill him with every step. Then they were surrounded by people as they worked their way through the lines and into the stadium. Heading for their seats, Jon tried to ignore the wave of heads that turned toward him and tracked his every step as guy after guy nudged his friends. Even the women were looking, but they did so with a hostile glare. Jon wanted to tug his skirt hem down and hold his bouncing boobs steady but could do nothing but pretend nonchalance as each step in the bleachers reanimated his chest with a disconcerting jiggle that brought open mouthed grins from every guy they passed.
