Mark chose to wear black sweatpants and a vest. His knuckles were bandaged properly as he waited for his opponent to show up.
His mind couldn't help but imagine what she would wear. Would she wear a sports bra and fitting pants? Just the thought of seeing her tattooed arm turned him on.
Or would she wear a tank top and sweatpants? That wouldn't be bad either. He heard the sound of the door open alerting him of her presence.
He chuckled softly sporting the girl he had been dreaming about. She was in neither of the fits he had in mind. Instead, she wore a long sleeve comfortable shirt and black sweatpants.
To his surprise, even her modesty was such a turn-on. She silently began to wrap her hand in gauze. Though she didn't seem to need help, he found his feet walking towards her.
His hand gently loosened hers as he proceeded to help her do the work. This time, Sarah didn't stay silent. She scoffed before letting her thoughts become apparent to him.