"What you are asking me is would I step on you?" he asked.
"Yeah, pretty much," Bill responded.
"So, just like you laying on the floor and me stepping on you?" he asked more in depth.
"Essentially, yes," Bill replied.
Both men were sitting at a booth table at the local laundromat waiting for their clothes to finish up drying. Tyson, a taller man, around 6' tall, washed his clothes almost the same time every week. He made for an easy target for Bill, who had been eying him for about a month now. The man couldn't have chosen a better person to exact his fantasy with. Tyson was tall, fit, had great fashion sense and always wore Jordan hightops, shoes that Bill absolutely loved.
"Do you realize how weird this sounds?" Tyson asked, "You want to lay down on the floor while I step on you, potentially stand on you while I fold laundry. Do you want me to do this barefoot since my Jordans will be dirty?... Wait, what the fuck am I saying. This is silly. People could see us."
"You seem interested though," Bill replied.
"Yeah, pretty much," Bill responded.
"So, just like you laying on the floor and me stepping on you?" he asked more in depth.
"Essentially, yes," Bill replied.
Both men were sitting at a booth table at the local laundromat waiting for their clothes to finish up drying. Tyson, a taller man, around 6' tall, washed his clothes almost the same time every week. He made for an easy target for Bill, who had been eying him for about a month now. The man couldn't have chosen a better person to exact his fantasy with. Tyson was tall, fit, had great fashion sense and always wore Jordan hightops, shoes that Bill absolutely loved.
"Do you realize how weird this sounds?" Tyson asked, "You want to lay down on the floor while I step on you, potentially stand on you while I fold laundry. Do you want me to do this barefoot since my Jordans will be dirty?... Wait, what the fuck am I saying. This is silly. People could see us."
"You seem interested though," Bill replied.