I’m sitting here, the cityscape sprawling behind me, and I can’t stop thinking about the massage. The lifeguard’s hands were everywhere, his touch lingering just a bit too long. I decided to wear the new lingerie you bought instead of the bikini. It felt right, somehow. His attention was intense, his presence overwhelming. And then, his body pressed against mine, his excitement evident. I felt a thrill, a mix of guilt and desire. He deserved more than just a hand job, didn’t he? The question lingers, unanswered. Would you do it, or should I? The choice feels heavy, the weight of it settling in my stomach.
Caught in the Moment
The sun was bright, the air warm, and the oil on my skin made everything feel heightened. Every touch was electric, every movement deliberate. I could feel his gaze, his desire, and it was intoxicating. The city buzzed around us, but in that moment, it was just us. His hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve, every line. I was lost in the sensation, the world fading away. It was a dance, a silent conversation, and I was completely under his spell.
Afternoon Encounter
As the massage ended, I was left with a mix of emotions. The lingerie felt like a secret, a promise. I wanted to share it, to show you, but the memory of his touch was still fresh. The lifeguard’s presence was a ghost, his desire a lingering shadow. I’m torn, caught between the thrill of the moment and the reality of our situation. The question remains, unanswered, a weight on my mind. Would you want to know more, or should I keep this to myself? The city continues to hum, but my thoughts are elsewhere, lost in the memory of his touch and the promise of more.





