You’re dripping. Wet from the shower you’ve just had. You dry yourself enough so as to not make too much of a mess on the way back to your room. It’s not far so you wrap a towel around you and quickly duck back in. The doors slightly ajar but you pay it no mind as you walk straight in and close it without looking.
Standing just in front of the door you grab the towel from around you and start drying your hair, bending forward and flicking it over to get it all. The doors closed you think, but imagine if someone was standing right behind. They’d see you in all your naked splendour, bent over with a towel hanging off your head. What a sight for them. You stand back up and flick your hair back, now with the towel wrapped and held in place, naked from the forehead down.
You start to think about the stranger you’ve been chatting to lately. It’s been fun, mysterious and dark you have no idea what he even looks like yet you felt so comfortable confiding to him some of your sexual desires. It’s funny how every conversation seems to come back to sex with him… Maybe it’s the mystery of it all. Maybe it’s because it’s been so damn long.