I had just turned 18 when I met him at the gym. My eyes were instantly drawn to him, and I couldn’t look away. At the time, he was 35, but I didn’t care.
I remember walking close to him and start a new set, making sure that my ass would bend just in his line of sight, and it worked. Within 10 minutes, we exchanged numbers and had a date. He had helped me finish my sets, showing me what best ways to do this and that, but really, I thought he wanted an excuse to touch me, because his hands were practically all over me. Not that I minded tho.
The next day, I was as cursing and swearing, throwing clothes out of my closet trying to find something to wear, but no luck. I check the time. I have 6 hours until he picks me up. I have to go shopping.
I run to my car, drive to the mall and practi
