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Wet Lips
All throughout class he couldn't help but stare. Every downward dog, every cat-cow, every time she bent over he could see nearly every detail of her through her tight thin teal yoga pants. He was medium to tall, dark eyes, great hair, friendly smile, wide shoulders, abs to show, and confident. She was slender, curly long hair, dark eyes, long lashes, nice curve to her ass, with small and perky breasts. Just his type. He wondered if she was even wearing underwear. Was she torturing him on purpose? It was impossible not to notice, he being positioned right behind her. The class seemed an eternity, and when it was over he was covered in sweat. They parted ways to change. Heading out, they bumped into one another, he wearing jeans, button shirt, flat shoes. Her a yellow dress to the knees, hair pulled back. He was starving, maybe she was too? Laughing he asks,
"Want to grab a bite?"