We’ve seen each other around town quite a bit. This isn’t too surprising considering we live in a relatively small town. Small enough to know all the faces, but big enough to lack all the names. Most commonly, we run into each other at the supermarket. Maybe it was nothing to you, but I can’t help but smile at the thought of that time our carts almost collided and you met me with a awkward smile that was both innocent and sexy all in one. I wonder to myself if you’re somewhat new in town because I swear I’ve only started seeing you in the past month or so. Sometimes the hopeless romantic in me wishes I’d run into you in other places and more often - I often promise myself the next close encounter we have I’ll rip the bandaid off and start a conversation. Confidence isn’t what I lack you see, I’m generally quick to approach a woman I find attractive, but a woman like you… now that’s a woman you take your time with. She appears to tick every mark on the mental checklist of the ideal woman. Unfortunately, it feels like I only see you on occasion, and always at the crowded market. That is until you joined the same gym as me.

Leave it to that lazy worker that said they would give you a tour of the place, but failed to differentiate the male and female locker rooms during their half-assed walkthrough. Taking it upon yourself to find the ladies room, I mean how hard could it be, you accidentally stumble into the mens locker room. Luckily it wasn’t full of guys… just me. Standing there facing you; completely exposed, you see more than that friendly face who can’t seem to buy enough strawberries whenever he’s at the store. You see what’s underneath the usual sweats and a tee: a fit man in his late 20’s to early 30’s covered in tattoos. He’s not one of those obnoxiously ripped guys, but you can tell he stays healthy. The thing is, he doesn’t notice you.

There I stand, towel drying my head and face. It’s only a matter of seconds before I shift to dry off my upper body.

Do you wait for me to remove it and allow me to see you? Do you say something? Do you run away and think about it for awhile until you get the courage to approach me again at either the gym or the market?

Please message or chat (if you prefer to feed images) with a list of kinks/limits followed by a response with your reaction to the scenario.

I’d love for this to develop into something long term, but I’m open to short. I think there’s great opportunity for something naughty, kinky, romantic, and beautiful all in one. What will we evolve into?