Body combat class on a Monday means a sardine-packed studio. There’s the danger of hitting a person with a kick, a jab, or an elbow. But it was fun, especially sweating out with friends. And you were there, in your light brown singlet, black running shorts, combat gloves, and sexy presence. You stood at 11 o’clock, just the right angle for me to see your creamy color and fleshy physique. I was at the back of a large girl, who’s the hapless victim of my hostile concentration. You weren’t distracting, but I just couldn’t help but imagine myself getting into those shorts of yours, how I wanted to lick your smooth skin, and how I wanted to role- and fore-play combat before we plunge into a more intense “workout”.
After recovery, you looked at me as if you noticed I was checking you out. It doesn’t matter who first checked out whom, but I like your show of interest. And you even decided to position yourself near me during the push up portion. I had my chest exercise the night before, so I wasn’t performing really well during that portion. Keyber. I didn’t want to show off. You, on the other hand, showed me how powerful your upper body is in executing the exercise.
I hope I could talk to you. I didn’t have the guts at all. Angas-tingin lang talaga ako.
No comments:
Post a Comment