So this happened several years back and still one of my fondest memories. Her name was Clara and she worked at a local bank I frequented a lot for obvious reasons. Kay was a petite little girl about 5’1″,105lbs, dark slightly longer then shoulder length hair dark hair, mesmerizing eyes (almost disneyesque), 32a/b chest and a cute bubble butt for a white girl. She had a great warm personality that seemed like she was just geniuinely nice to everyone. Now me I was 5’11 190lbs red short hair.
Every time I saw her we’d chat about common interests and things started to progress towards flirting. One day I mentioned her nail and how I loved what she did with them ( I have a bit of a thing for well done nails) she smiled and presented then all playfully saying how she’s running out of ideas on what to do. I mentioned a starry night theme (I just watched the Doctor Who episode with Van Gogh and she knew what I was talking about) later that night I get a message on FB from her asking for my number bc she wanted to show me something. I give her my number and a few min later it’s a picture of her new starry night nails. Of course now I’m inteigued. One thing leads to another and the flirty becomes x-rated over texts.