El Nino

I extended my foot out and lightly touch his toe with mine... that familiar signal I had learnt all these years.  He did not move his foot away.  My toes continued to rub against his, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed he had removed his towel, touching himself.  Sweat glistened on his forehead, little beads forming on along the fringe of his short hair trickling down his cute young face, dripping down his bulging chest and his ripped abs.  Quickly confirming no one was heading our way, I wasted no time going down on him.  He gave out a soft moan, then stood up - all six-foot plus tall - hot, gym-fit body like a model, and whispered "come, let's go the showers".  He wrapped his towel and made his way out of the sauna.  I waited like for 2 seconds and followed him into a stall.

It is unusual of me to be the one to make the first move. I was always passive ... shy ... never been brave enough ... but no, I wasn't gonna let this opportunity slip away.  Yes, I've not gotten laid for so long, and in the heat of the moment, I put away all my fears and insecurities. Or was it mid-life desperation?  Aside from his hot stunning physique, he was gentle, polite and probably the best catch I've ever had.  

Soon, when the intimacy was all over, and as the showers washed away the seeds of passion, my insecurities and shyness made a return. I hurriedly left the stall without saying another word.... regrettably.  And all I have now was the sweet memory of El Nino.  :-(