The chatty pair had been hogging the press bench long enough.
“Excuse me, may I squeeze one in?”
“Come again?” asked the baffled brunette, as oblivious as ravishing.
“If only… I just have one more round, and then it’s shower time.”
“Oh, sure!” she hurried, flushing and cute.
“I’m telling you, she’s been totally checking you out, and flirting!” her friend whispered.
“No way! Look at those nails!”
After weeks, I finally had my way in. Boob-clashing her against the wall, our sweat beads merged. Damn, she smelt like lunch.
“Now, how deep would you like me to prove you wrong?”
