Back in the room

You fling open the door to your room, and both run in. Both of you are dripping wet, laughing, and trying to catch your breath after your brief run.

“If you’re that out of breath, I think you need to run a little more often,” Mandy jokes.

You still have your hands on your knees when you look up at her. You can’t help but notice baggy t-shirt is now clung tightly to her chest. Her 36 C’s (maybe D’s) look simply fantastic, and you quickly realize you are becoming attracted to her. You are lost in a daze at her long and sexy nipples that are poking through the fabric of her shirt.

“Earth to John,” Mandy laughs.

You quickly break your gaze and reply, “yeah, maybe I do need to run some more.”

“I go twice a week. You’re more than welcome to join me,” she adds.

“Maybe,” you say in between gasps.

“Um,” Mandy mumbles, “I guess I’ll go take a shower.”

Mandy walks behind the divider towards her bed.

“Now turn around and close your eyes.” She yells over the wall.

“What for?” you reply.

“Because I need to change, and I don’t need you staring at me.”

“You know there is a six-foot by six-foot wall between us, right?” you quip. “Is that what you think of me? That I’m some perv, how would stare at you from over a wall?”

“No…I…” Mandy stumbles over her words, “Sorry. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman to me…It’s just…that I…I was… I just meant that I would be more comfortable that way.”

“Of course, I’ll turn around. I’m just messing with you,” you laugh, “I can leave the room if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

“No, that’s alright,” she replies in a hushed tone.

You think you may have embarrassed her a bit, so you shut your mouth and quickly face the wall.

“Well, that is a nice wall,” you joke, trying to break the tension.