Shy Secret Admirer: Who Is It?

Someone likes me.

I saw the piece of paper tucked under my windshield wiper as I walked over to my car.  I’d just finished an intense hike, sweat dripping down my tits firmly encased in my sports bra, and all I wanted was the water I’d foolishly left in the car and a towel to wipe myself off.  Had someone accidentally hit me and was nice enough to leave a note?  I glanced around and didn’t see a no parking sign, so it couldn’t be a ticket.  So I plucked it off the windshield as I climbed into my car, putting the AC on high and taking a long swig of water before I opened it.  As I swallowed, a small part of me wondered if maybe it would be from a shy secret admirer.  But I didn’t expect to be right.

Hi, I just had to tell you how absolutely breathtaking you are.  I was too shy to say hello, but I had to let you know.  Hope that’s okay.  Hope you enjoyed your hike, gorgeous!

I looked around again.  But I didn’t see anyone watching me.  Wracking my brain, I tried to think of anyone I’d seen on the path who may have left this note.  There was the older man with his dog, but all he did was nod hello when I passed by him.  Was it the sexy hiker who was tying her shoe when I was heading up the path?  My eyes did stay on her cleavage longer than they should.  But I feel like she would have said something if she was interested because she definitely caught me looking.  I vaguely remember a younger guy, with thick glasses, putting something into his trunk.  But he hadn’t even looked my way.  Was he my shy secret admirer?

I couldn’t get him off my mind.

Who leaves a note like that without any other info?  He easily could have left his number.  Or an email at least.  Now he was nothing more than a mystery.  Would I ever encounter my shy secret admirer again?  Or was this just a one-time thing?

Once I got home and after my shower that night, I stood in front of the window looking outside.  Maybe it was crazy, but I wondered if my shy secret admirer was out there watching me.  In a big city like this, anyone could be watching.  As I let my towel drop to the floor, and not bothering to close the blinds, secretly I hoped that he was looking when I let my hand slide between my legs and I began rubbing my mound.  And I wanted him to know that when I came, I was thinking about him.

The next morning when I woke up, I told myself I needed to just let it go.  I didn’t know who my shy secret admirer was, and I probably never would.  Maybe he just wanted to compliment a pretty girl and leave it at that.  Or maybe he had a girlfriend or wife and that’s why he didn’t leave a number.  As I picked out my work attire for the day, I found myself choosing one of my sexier outfits: a very short skirt, a low-cut top, and my favorite patent leather heels.  I blotted my sexy red lipstick on a tissue and told myself I had to stop thinking about this stranger.  And I planned on it.  Until I opened the front door of my apartment building and found another note tucked into the door.

I have a naughty confession.  I saw you last night.  Was that for me?  I hope so. 

My shy secret admirer knew me.

How could that even be?  Part of me wished I hadn’t thrown away the original note, but I was trying not to obsess over a shy secret admirer I might never meet.  They had said they just wanted to compliment me but weren’t brave enough, right?  Too nervous to approach me, but not enough to follow me home.  Or did they already know where I lived?  Maybe I should have been nervous myself, but I wasn’t.  I wanted to know who my shy secret admirer was.  And why my pussy got so wet when I thought about this person.

Somehow, I managed to get through the workday.  Although all I could think about was who had seen me last night touching myself.  And wondering if they’d be watching me again tonight when I did it again, just for them.

As I walked up the street to my apartment building, I saw someone standing outside.  It was dark, so I couldn’t make out who it was with their back turned.  But they had a single red rose in their hand.  I paused, feeling my heart start to race with excitement.  Was my shy secret admirer ready to show their face?  Would I finally know who wanted me as much as I wanted them?

The sound of my heels clicking on the sidewalk got louder as I approached them.  I know he could hear me.  And just when I got close enough to put my hand on their shoulder, they turned around.  And I couldn’t believe who it was.

Are you my shy secret admirer?  It’s time to confess!

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