... ...all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes! It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight, the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen, down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section, down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts. I was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble swallowing. "Like to take a picture, pretty lady?" My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest's face. He was young, late high school, early college at the oldest, sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with several other snickering boys -- the truck had some landscaper's name on the door. The face on top of that chest was beautiful. His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit. Full lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin, 2-day beard. This boy-man was any female's erotic daydream. Traffic started to move! I panicked! I didn't want to loose this kid! I wasn't ready to stop looking at him, yet! What was happening to me? I had never felt like this, before! I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end. |