There's a knock at the door. I look at the clock. 6:27.
"Interesting," I mutter to myself as I secure my towel and head toward the entrance.
I open the door and there she is. Through the dark screen I can see she is lost in her thoughts, but quickly looks up. She studies my outline and discovers I am in a towel.
"You're early. I am not ready." I say as coyly as I can.
"Sorry. I wanted to talk with you before we met up later."
"I'm confused," I exhale loudly, "You wanted to talk to me before we met up later to hang out and talk?"
She laughs nervously, "Yes."
"Well then come on in and make yourself at home." I open the screen door with a loud squeak and I catch her surprise at my body. It is not like it used to be when she last saw me undressed. The thin, lean frame has been replaced by a well defined mass of strength and muscle.
I smile at her reaction; I like how it feels. My lust flares up inside me.