Several years ago, I worked in an old-school, 70’s style office building near town that was two stories and a maze of sidewalks, staircases and little alcoves. It was kind of a cool building. To get to my office on the second floor, I had to walk down this one sidewalk every day that went directly past a hair salon. There were four women that worked there, which I knew from coming and going every morning, noon and night for several years. There was one in particular that I thought was cute. I’d say she was early to mid 40’s, shoulder length brown hair, with a nice body that kind of gave off a little bit of a hot MILF vibe.
What I found most attractive about her, however, was that she was friendly. Although we never actually spoke to each other, we always smiled, nodded, waved, or otherwise acknowledged each other every time I walked by. I had this feeling that she didn’t do that with everyone, so it made me fee special.
I often fantasized about her when masturbating. Stroking myself to an intense orgasm while imagining what it would be like to be with her.