Throwaway because my friends know my normal account. This happened a little while back, and I haven’t done anything like it since. It’s truly, my secret fetish.
Like many fetishes do, the root of mine started pretty young: I was an eighteen year old cashier girl at a local art store, trying to make a few extra bucks before heading off to college.
I had the same body I have now. Slender, perky breasts and a lot of leg (you can view my post history!). I felt a bit lanky at the time but I love my height now.
At the store, I had a regular that would come in, ask for help finding something, chat for a little, and leave. He would do this every week, for months. At the time, I just assumed he did a lot of art projects at home — it wasn’t unusual, there were a LOT of regulars and it was common to seek out a particular person who was good at helping you find what you needed.
He was a ~24ish year old graduate student at a nearby school. Not much taller than me, but he looked strong. Light brown curly hair, deep brown eyes. Clean shaven and very proper looking overall.