Last week I met a new friend online. I went into it with low expectations, because that’s often how these things go, but so far we seem to be clicking very well. After talking politics and social issues and about other crazy people you run into online we got around to sharing some of our indiscretions and naughty stories.
On Monday we continued chatting during the day for the first time. That’s another story, but it’s accurate to say that I had the day off and we built the conversation up slowly. I had a bit of work to wrap up before a late afternoon pedicure and that’s where he got me the most distracted. I found myself sitting in the chair, squirming with how turned on his texts were making me.
Part of that was the admission that we are both exhibitionists. I told him I love walking around naked in front of the windows of my highrise apartment. In the early evening, he messaged me again:
Him: *I just can’t get the image of you walking around nude in front of your windows, passing from darkness into light, thinking of who might be observing you. Your slim, petite body and light caramel skin on display.*