I sat on my patio, watching him. He was mowing again by his pool. 'It must be 100 degrees and he's out here mowing again', I thought. I could see the sweat as it ran down his neck and the dark color of his shirt where the sweat had stained it. I watched him as I appeared to be reading the book in my hands. But, who could tell with my sunglasses on, right?
Suddenly the mower stopped and I watched stunned as he ripped off the wet shirt. All I could think was ...'ohgod...I wonder what he tastes like'...my cheeks flushed from the thought. I looked around to make sure no one was looking at me, then dropped a small cube of ice from my tea glass down between my breasts. 'Maybe that will cool me off', I thought. As I looked up I realized, he saw me....and he had that wicked little smile I love to see on his face. My blush deepened ... I felt like crawling under my chair and hiding. The sound of his laughter came to me as I raised the book higher and hid behind it.
Again the mower started and as I peeked over the top of the book, he winked at me. Groaning, I retreated behind the book again ... attempting to read. But, it was useless as my eyes are once again drawn to him behind that push mower, his muscles working with ease. Picking up the spray bottle I had filled with ice and water to cool me down, I sprayed it down my body and back up my legs. This summer I was determined to get the perfect tan. Actually, with this obviously Irish 'peaches and cream' complexion and red hair, any tan would do. I lay there looking at him again, the book completely forgotten.
He is, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I have ever seen. Very tall, well over six foot. Thick, dark hair ... I'd love to get my hands into. His eyes were endlessly deep and sexy, and that smile. OMG, that smile! That alone made me drool and it didn't even have to be shining in my direction. Yes, it was obvious. He made me want to crawl all over him and I was having a terrible time hiding it from him. Actually, I think he knew. Laughing to myself, he'd have to be blind and totally without a clue to miss my attraction to him.
The sound of the mower grinding to a stop drew my attention again and right before my eyes he picked up the water hose and began to wash the grass clipping off his sweat dampened body. My drool alarm went off again. I doubt that there is much in this world that looks as good as glistening wet skin. The water cascading down his chest and back, actually made me wet. I pressed my thighs together, struggling not to moan out loud. He looked up suddenly and must have read my thoughts because that killer smile flashed again. I shivered when I saw it. He laughed when I did and I knew ... that he knew what I was feeling.
He very slowly walked over to the side of his pool and turned to face me. His hands went to the buttons on his jeans, slowly and careful opening each one. I couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried. I glanced up to see that wicked smile again. But, even though I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes from moving back down to his hands. As the last button opened I realized I was holding my breath. I couldn't stop the groan as he slide his jeans and boxers down across his hips and slowly stepped out of them. His skin was tanned and I knew he had to spend lots of time naked in the sun to be that uniform in skin tone. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath to try and get my heart to stop pounding.