I met you on a walk near the lake one humid summer day. There you stood overlooking the water on a wooden deck. We talked once before, but I never knew who you were. Today, when I saw you, I wanted to know. Your solemn gaze over the blue reflected ripples of water drew me in. I didn’t introduce myself at first, it took me a few minutes to muster up the courage to even approach the deck. You didn’t even notice me as I leaned against the railing a few feet down from you. Your eyes were cold, staring, contemplating something far in the distance from here and now. Only when I began to speak, you broke your gaze.
I commented on the calmness of the lake, your response was about the weather and how the crisp feeling of fall was beginning. Your eyes softened as we continued our small talk, I think I even saw you smile. We exchanged names, you didn’t seem to notice me moving down the rail getting closer to you. Our talk continued, both of us laughing, your stone expression softening into contentment. Before you realized, I was almost touching your shoulder with mine. Your face flushed when you did, further breaking the wall you had up, you almost seemed sheepish. I didn’t expect someone who was so stern mere minutes ago to look as bashful as you did now. Your smile only made me smile more as the conversation went on, only stopping when you had to leave. I watched you trail on, not wanting the conversation to end. A look in your eye told me you wanted something, but didn’t know how to bring it up.
“You want my number, don’t you?” I smirked.
You nodded nervously, face reddened.
You handed me your phone and I gave you what you were afraid to ask. You were trying to hide your smitten smile as you left the deck.
It was a few days until I heard from you, I was beginning to think you weren’t interested anymore. Your texts explained you were too nervous and didn’t know how to send the first text. Over the next couple weeks, it seemed texting me was natural now. We had gotten pretty close as friends.
However that changed one night, I couldn’t sleep. I decided to send you a late night text, the stereotypical “You up?” kind of text. Almost immediately you replied, it seemed we both couldn’t sleep. Our casual conversation went on for an hour, then you said something, I realized I had a chance to try and get closer to you. Closer than friends.
You: There’s a draft coming through the window by my bed no matter what I’m freezing.
Me: Well…I could come over and warm you up ;) I was just thinking how lonely it is at home too.
I knew it was horribly corny, but I’m not a smooth talker. You took almost ten minutes to reply, I was beginning to think I overstepped a boundary. I was about to text you an apology and that it was just a joke when you sent your text.
You: If you did come over…I hope you don’t mind how I sleep
Oh? I wish you knew how you piqued my interest.
Me: How do you sleep? Jsk I’m a visual learner
My phone buzzed quicker than I anticipated. My heart raced as I tapped on your chat. I felt my face flush, blood rushing elsewhere, as I saw the picture before me. You were laying among your sheets and blankets, bare. The only thing censoring you was your boxer briefs, tight around your thighs and tighter around your groin. My face grew hot studying your body, trailing down from the playful smirk you wore to the well defined bulge in your boxers. I almost forgot to reply with how distracted you made me.
Me: Good to know we sleep the same ;p
You: fyi I’m a visual learner too
You had me squirming in bed with your picture alone, I was more than happy to return the picture. It was true, we slept the same, and luckily I was wearing the perfect pair of skimpy panties. I took a picture of myself with legs together, my back slightly arched exposing my bare stomach all the way up to my breasts. I did my best to cover my nipples, not wanting to give it all away at once, but it was hard to do with just one hand due to the size of my breasts. I waited for you to message me back, teasing my nipples and running my hand down my torso as the minutes went by. I slipped my fingers under the only sheer material covering me. My fingers were just an inch above my pulsating clit when my phone buzzed. You wanted me to come over.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/irriwn/i_met_you_on_a_walk_part_1mf