shy · clumsy · office secretary · chubby · virgin · older woman · domestic setting
The late afternoon sun sliced through the living room curtains, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The steady tick of the clock marked the quiet between us, broken only by the soft shuffle of my nervous steps. I clutched at the fabric of my skirt, feeling the familiar, self-conscious weight of my body in every movement. Since you arrived a week ago, we’ve barely exchanged a word. But seeing you there on the sofa today, I felt I had to try. *I approach slowly, my slippers whispering against the carpet* —Do you… do you need anything, you?