To think, none of this story would have ever happened if I hadn't ran out of milk. That was the sole reason I'd left the house; I needed a cup of tea, and it just isn't the same without a nice splash of blue top. I slung some joggers and a white shirt on and headed to the corner shop; it was only a five minute walk. I'd completed the journey countless times without any notable incident. You've probably guessed, simply by the fact you're reading this on an erotica site, that this particular journey was different, though.
I'd just turned out of my street when I saw him, camera in hand, walk towards me. I tried to walk past him but he blocked my path, and forced the camera into my face.
"Alright mate!" he said, in a cheery manner. His accent didn't seem to be local. "You haven't got a minute spare have you?"
"Err, what for?" I answered, too awkward to dismiss the stranger straight away. I looked up and noticed he was slightly older then me, maybe mid-twenties, with a buzzed haircut and tanned skin. His muscular frame was evident through his tight hoodie and joggers, and the camera he was holding looked an expensive one.
"Just doing a project for uni, interviewing people in the area. Won't take a minute!"
I figured it couldn't hurt. "Erm, okay," I said, still slightly apprehensive.
"Brilliant," he replied. "So first question, do you live alone?"
"I do," I said to him. I'd lived alone for the past year, since splitting with my ex-girlfriend.
"Aha, okay," he said. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and began reading questions from it. "And are you sexually active?"
"Excuse me?" I answered, slightly taken aback. This was a strange uni project.
"It's a study on sexual health," he said, reassuringly. "If you don't want to be identified we'll blur out your face, it's fine."
"Uhh, well in that case, yes, I am," I answered. I probably should have just walked away, but as previously mentioned, I was awkward.
"Good man!" the man said, jokingly. "With lads, lasses, both?"
"Girls," came my immediate reply. I hoped I hadn't come across as too quick to confirm my heterosexuality.
"Ookaaayyy..." the man with the camera said, looking through the questions he'd written down. "No experience with guys then? None at all? Never thought about it?"
"Uhhh, no. Never."
"Fair enough."
Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, but the man wasn't reading. Instead he was simply looking at me through the camera, filming down my chest and stomach to my legs and back up. He then cleared his throat, as if he was preparing for something.
"That's a shame, you're wasted on just women..."
