The soft breeze that swept barely cool air across the swimming pool and over Leah's white cotton dress, did nothing to cool her in the late August heat of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, as she read her textbook.
"God, Information Technology for Professionals has to be the most boring book ever written." She thought.
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Jared, Leah's boyfriend of five years walked onto the patio carrying the last bag of trash from this afternoon's bar-be-que. He glanced to make sure that Leah was alright as she studied in the chaise lounge beside the pool and nearly tripped over his own feet. He slowly turned and watched her; she was so very beautiful. As he watched, a bead of sweat grew large enough to trickle down from her brow. He watched the droplet meander across her features, it tracked along the side of her eye, down her soft cheek, turned toward her full lips - lips that he could spend hours kissing, past half-open mouth to her perfectly shaped chin - well she hated her chin, but to him it just like everything else about her - perfect. The bead of sweat hung for just a moment on her chin before throwing itself onto her breast below, the drop landed and he breathed again. When had he started holding his breath? He watched the droplet land and ever so slowly caress her breast as it disappeared into her cleavage.
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"...the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is..." she read.
"I know you are watching me, Jared," she thought. "I can feel your eyes on me."
"...the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is..." she read again.
"He is so beautiful, I'm sure he standing there in those torn nylon shorts and sandals, with that stupid lusty look on his face. I wonder if I can steal a quick look at him without him noticing? Of course I can't," she continued to muse.
Sighing she tried again, "...the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is..."
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Even though he couldn't really see them he knew that the only movement that belied that she was not a beautiful statue carved by one of the great masters were her eyes, those sparkling green eyes that he could lose his entire soul in. Eyes that always snapped back and forth as she read, eyes the color of newly grown grass, vivid, beautiful. Whenever Leah's eyes fell upon Jared, he could feel his knees weaken. He continued to watch her, the setting sun casting its glow onto her and causing a reflection that formed a halo...a shimmering ring that only served to soften her already beautiful features. her hair to become a halo, a glowing halo that only served to soften her already beautiful features. As he continued to stare he saw her move. Just a hint of movement as she rubbed her knees together. She knew he was there, and his gaze was affecting her.
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Leah could feel the arousal starting to build in her. "...the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is..." she tried again.
"God, I hate when he looks at me like this. I can feel his eyes. I know that soft look. It's like he reaches out and touches my soul with his eyes. God, I love it when he does this."
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Returning to his chore, Jared, dropped the bag in the trashcan and replaced the lid. Wanting any excuse to step closer to her he walked around the long way around the pool the long way to the chaise where she lounged. "Let me refill this for you." (He said as) H(h)e took her still full glass of lemonade and returned to the house.
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"What a shit!" she growled to herself. "...the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is..."
"Was that just an excuse or is he playing tonight."
"...the purpose of identifying machinery by actual hardware address is..." she tried again.
"To hell with it, I'm getting nowhere." She spoke out loud as the patio door opened.
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After washing his hands and making a fresh glass of lemonade for Leah, Jared opened the patio door just as Leah threw the book to the deck beside her chair. "Too hot to study?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.
"Yes." she sighed as her head dropped back to stare at the darkening Louisiana sky.
Jared stepped up behind her and looked mischievously into her sparkling eyes. "Hi, beautiful. Maybe this will help you cool off." She scoffed at him and took the offered glass. "May I sit?"
"Go ahead." she replied as she sipped the drink and placed the cool glass against her cleavage. The cold against her hot skin stole her breath for a minute and she let out a relieved sigh.
"You know how beautiful you are?"
"Shut up. I'm hot, sweaty and stressed."
"Never bothered me." He said as he gently dragged the back of his hand over her smooth legs.