It’s not very hard to be inspired of fantasizing about you, to know how your soft torso would feel under the roughness of my hands, or imagine your full lips surrounding the shaft of my pulsing cock , as your beautiful eyes stare back curiously wondering if you are doing a good job.
I imagine meeting you at a yoga class.
I definitely look out of place , and all the women in there tight outfits awkwardly smirk, thinking heres another creep here just to check us out. You kindly say hello and it’s a very comforting.
The instructor asks everyone to find their mats and I take a place near the front, to avoid everyone thinking I’m staring, you place yours beside me and the lesson begins. I fumbled my way through and despite being drenched I feel great and was proud of how I kept up.
After the class I keep my head down ,grab my things and head to the locker room, shower and change.
On the way out you stop me, your face still flush , and say mention if I’m new here.