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