Kayla was one of those women who intimidated you by her presence.
She was tall (6 ft) but wasn’t extremely skinny – curvy enough to fill a body-hugging dress but with enough lean mixed-in that you could tell she worked out. She also had long, black hair and a perpetually judgemental faciak expression. I was intrigued by what she would be like in bed. Shortly after coaxing some mirror nudes from me (which I’d sent in an incredibly risky fashion – in the changing room of my local gym after a workout), Kayla informed me that she was coming to my place, and to send her my address, which I did.
When I got home from the gym Kayla was parked outside in her car, smoking a cigarette. I walked over and knocked gently on her front windscreen to get her attention.
“Hi”, I said, nervously.
“About time”, Kayla’s expression looked even more judgemental in person.
Kayla promptly exited her car and instructed me as follows:
“Show me inside. It’s good you showered at the gym because I don’t feel like waiting”