In need of a Milf

She messaged first.

Just one word: “Curious?”

I replied, “Very.”

A few minutes later, she sent another message:
“Imagine me in nothing but a towel, fresh from the shower. Still damp. Still warm.'

My pulse jumped. I asked, “What happens next?”

She wrote,
“You step behind me. I feel your breath on my neck. You slide the towel off. I don’t stop you.”

She kept going. Every word pulled me deeper.
We never talked about names. Just what we’d do, how it would feel, and how long we could keep each other wanting more.

If that turned you on, drop a reply.
Tell me what you'd whisper next.