Just a fantasy

Be gentle, it's my first story, and my english is not that good ( I'm from the Netherlands ).

Part 1

I noticed her the first time at my work,  an indoor Sporthall.

I take care of the daily business, show the sporters the dressingroom,  clean a little bit, answer questions from our guests.

She came a few months ago for the first time, looking for a Badmintonclub. Since then I see her twice a week for a couple of hours.

She looks very good, long blonde hair, long, wellshaped legs, and a  little overweight, but thats very fine with me. I like some extra weight at some places.

She has a twinkle in her eyes, and a smile you would die for.

From the beginning we had a chat once in a while, before or after her play. We had some laughs and some good conservation.

When I noticed her looking at my bum the first time,

I turned red, because I'm a DL, and was afraid she has seen the bulge from my  diaper .

You see, I'm from a generation where this stuff is considered  bizar, perverted. Thank god nowadays it is more accepted than in the old days. Still I wasn't sure how she would react if she knew.

Then one day it happened.

She walked in my direction, and when we were next to each other,  she patted my bum!

I didn't know how to respond, so I froze.

I see her smiling, thinking. She didn't say anything, and went to play badminton.

Because I do not only work in my Sporthall, but also a few little gymrooms, I didn't see her afterwards.

It was late, around 00.00, before I could go home.

It was a lovely summer-evening, and when I walked to my car,   I saw a note under the windscreenwiper.

My heartbeat went through the roof, because I was afraid she would hold my secret against me.

I don't have that much positive experience with trust, so I thought : now i'm f...ed

With shaking hands I took the note, and went to sit in my car.

After some mental preparing, I opened the enveloppe.

First I noticed a "Hell, this smells extremely good"- smell coming from the note.

She had a very nice looking handwriting.

I started to read:

Hi there,

you now probably know  who I am.

I was sporting tonight, and we noticed  each other while I was entering.

Some time ago I noticed something on you, and since tonight  I know what it is.

You have a little secret.

Probably you are now scared to death, but please don't.

I'm very interested in your secret, and I hope you have at least that much trust in me to come to my place for a cup of coffee.

I know you finish work at 21.00 on thursday.

If you like, come to my place, adres below, and we have a nice chitchat about it.

Surprise me,

               Cindy.

I was excited, and terrified. Should I ? Would I ? Dare I ?

It was monday, so I had two days to think about it.

On one side I wanted nothing else than to go to her place.

On the other side I have so much negative experiences with trust that I didn't want to go at all.

But then again, I have never met somebody with the same interest, so maybe this was a Golden Chance. Difficult.

Luckily the next days I was busy at work, not too much time to think.

But everytime I thought of her, I got one adrenalinerush after the other.

So when thursday arrived I made a quick decision.

Coffee at her place it was !!