"Oops! Sorry bro, didn't know you were out here!" she let out a little squeal of surprise as she saw you, and quickly pulled her towel up, hiding what...little of her cleavage was on display. The towel clings tightly to her front, but you see it's hanging open slightly at the side. She shimmies past you awkwardly, making sure not to rub herself against your also scantily clad body, and as she turns away from you to walk into her own bedroom, you get a nice glimpse of her bare ass through a gap in. So disappointedly, I turned back to go back to my class. She was standing right behind me, with her hands folded and was looking at me with an angry face.Ananya: Looks like you were searching for someone very seriously?I didn’t expect her to talk with me all of a sudden. So I was scared a little and started to stumble in my words.Me: Yes… No. I wasn’t searching for you. I mean…. Yes, I was searching for my friends. They asked to meet me up here, but I couldn’t find them.Ananya: Oh, really?. It’s the first thing on my profile. Most people don’t care about the speedos and message me about sex. I hadn’t found any luck finding any cute guys that were also into speedos.Last night, I received a message from a guy reading, “I like speedos too. I’ve been wearing mine all day. Want to come over and we can swap?” The thought was electrifiying. I’m not a bold person, and my heart was racing with a mix of fear and excitement. I was thinking of letting this opportunity go, but speedos make me. It seemed to me that Brooklyn had a certain magical air about it. At night, it didn’t have the sparkle of Manhattan but it was not as dark as Staten Island. The demographics were constantly changing inside Brooklyn proper and it had plenty of history dating right back to the War of Independence with battles fought with wins and losses on both sides and lots of blood running in the streets both soldiers and civilians. Brooklyn didn’t identify as being part of the Big Apple at night. It was a.