I missed my home

On your way home, you think about many things.

How nice it will be to get back to your clothes and shoes. To be able to recharge your phone again. How much you miss hot baths and clean floors and your soft bed.

You also think about Bob. It seems dirty, yet hot. While there is a certain attraction to it, to the anonymity, to the idea of doing something like that with with someone you never even see, just the level of dirty makes you wonder why anyone would want to try it. But still, it turns you on, and makes you tingle, down between your legs.

You are used to that tingle. It is something you have felt many times before.