After my divorce, I was forced to work the night shift at the local 24-hour gym. I knew hot, hunky men worked out there. But I didn't expect to see HIM there in the shower in all his naked glory, fornicating for my enjoyment.
Not that he knew I was watching him.
I tried my best to ignore him, to distance myself from the hormones racing through my mature body. But I couldn't. The more I thought of him, the more I needed him.