I found myself staring at the bare ass of a woman this morning. I was in the locker room cooling down from an intense work out when she came in and stripped naked right in front of me. I stared at her body and didn't want to look away. I felt no shame admiring her from behind, no shame glancing as she bent over to retrieve a towel from her locker. Her cheeks were round and full and spread with every bend. I could see her neatly trimmed vagina squeezed between her shapely thighs like an un-plucked flower.
She stood and bent and stood and bent and I admired her. After a while she turned to face me, her small breasts upturned, her nipples hardened, her stomach round. I found her beautiful.
I didn't want to kiss or touch her or anything like that. I simply wanted to admire the shape and curve of her body. She turned her back to me again and bent over as if wanting to show me her un-plucked flower. As if saying look at me.
If I were a lesbian or a straight man I'm sure I would have wanted to spank her, spread and expose her.
I began to see it all happening, and the thought of watching her body jerk and shiver excited me. I thought about her breasts swinging like pendulums, her screams bouncing off the steamed mirrors. These days, my imagination and creative juices are overflowing. I can create magic out of air. I can bring anything to life.
I stood to leave. The woman glanced at me and I held her gaze until she blushed and looked away. I stepped into my pink panty, covered my aching tits with a thin white camisole, climbed into faded jeans and sandals and walked out of the women's locker room.