Innocent

I'm pretty good about keeping my looks to myself in the locker room, largely because I've gotten unwanted attention myself on occasion. Yet this afternoon was the opposite for a change. Heading towards the shower I did a double take in the mirror as I noticed the guy behind me. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was staring me down. Nubility personified with his taut, tanned torso and wavy blonde hair.

Figured I was delirious from the workout so I looked the other way in puzzlement as I continued on into the showers. While lathering up my peripheral vision caught him walk into the sink area. So naturally I flex what I can and lament the fact that being naked doesn't allow one to hide a pronounced gut. Wasn't really a factor though because he was still staring. Staring. In fact, he even waited at the wall to the urinals, watching me until I looked directly at him. Made me roll my eyes with a giggle.

Toweled off and as I approached the locker I withered under his glances. I dressed as quickly as possibly but he was ahead of me. Was putting on my shoes as he headed out. I hate how new situations overwhelm me. All I had to do was say something, anything. Yet the moment was gone. Out in the parking lot he was nowhere to be seen.

Probably for the best. I'm not a slut. Really.