Star crossed?

You work out. The muscles bulging out of your back are getting me wet.

I’m sitting behind you, and I can’t stop staring at you. If you looked behind you, you would know I want you. You would know I want to take you in the one-stall bathroom of Barriques and have you tear off all my clothes and let you fuck me. I imagine it now. I am sucking on you on your ridiculously fit body.

I notice you have gold earrings in both of your ears. I wonder if that was a sign a man was gay? One ear pierced or two. Please don’t be two. On the other hand, I have never had a gay man.

“Will you just turn around!” I scream in my head. If you did, you know I want you. I look good today in my sexy black jumpsuit. Just turn around. Turn around and we will go in the bathroom and lock the door. Turn around so that I can explore you. Turn around so that I can taste you. Turn around so that we can cum.

You don’t turn around, so we will never know if that one time in the bathroom could have turned into something more.