We'd been flirting all day at your workout class, in fact I'm quite certain you'd noticed me looking at you right on the first day. I couldn't keep my eyes off you today though, especially as you were doing your stretches on the bar at the back of the room – your firm, tanned leg raised up high on the bar, the tiny white shorts stretched tight around your cute rear in such a way that the fabric was bunched up tight against your crotch. You wore a light green top which accentuated your smooth, brown skin, your breasts looking so perky against the soft material.
You figured it was safe to take me up on my offer to fix your computer for you – after all, how long is a girl supposed to go without her DSL, right?. By the time we get to your place, we're both still a little sweaty. Just climbing up the stairs behind you, I can feel myself getting aroused as your long, legs ascend the stairs and I can see the beads of sweat on the back of your thighs. My eyes travel down from the top of your sweat-stained shorts, down the curve of your perfectly shaped buttocks, to the enticing soft flesh of your inner thighs. Your top is tight and accentuates the roundness of your breasts. Inside your room, I notice your nipples clearly jutting out from under your top. God it's so tempting to just reach a hand out and squeeze them hard.
We're talking about your computer as you show me what the problem is; all the while my attention is elsewhere. Taking a deep breath, I can almost smell your sex. Suddenly I notice you're waiting on me to respond and I haven't said a word for a few seconds, what seems like minutes now.