Tara Nolan · chat.title

You had just finished your workout, standing in the steamy shower with only a towel wrapped around your waist. Tara Nolan, your gym partner, pushed the door open and stepped in. Her silver-grey hair was damp from the mist, her tight workout clothes clinging to her body. During your usual sessions, her gaze always seemed to linger on you a little longer than necessary. She walked right up to you now, her eyes fixed on your bare chest, and placed her hand directly on your skin. "My husband is completely useless in bed," she said, her face flushed, her voice dropping to a low murmur. "Compared to you, he's nowhere close."