I was buying my lunch in the bakery in the beautiful small country town where I work when I saw his father come into the shop. As the old man went to talk to the staff, I caught a glimpse of a pair of smooth, sculptured calves above leather boots and rolled down socks. My attention diverted, I allowed my eyes to wander up a pair of muscular legs, to khaki shorts and a forest green cotton shirt. From the back I could see a well worn felt hat and a shock of dark brown hair.
My thoughts were entirely removed from the lunch I'd planned, I couldn't help but hold my breath while hoping he'd turn around so I could better see the adonis who'd wandered into my lunch hour. I could see his attention was focused on the staff his father was talking too, but also taking in the rest of the bakery.
The assistant serving me was waiting for my order so I turned back to the counter. When I again turned around, I was greeted by a smiling angular face, looking me over. By the smile on his face, he was appreciating what he saw so I smiled back. Called to account by his father, he turned back to his conversation, but winked at me in passing, resulting in a surge of hot blood to my face, and a strong throbbing in my jeans.
As I collected my lunch and walked out of the shop, I couldn't resist another look and was rewarded with a sneaky peek over his shoulder. I took my lunch and found a bench where I could watch everyone entering and leaving the bakery. Between the teenagers and old folk buying their snacks, I'd given up hope of seeing the hot young farmer again, so I was not paying attention, when someone sat down beside me.
The warmth of a leg against mine brought me back to attention, and looking up to see the smiling face of the young farmer made my blood surge again, both in my face and in my crotch. To look up and see his sculptured face inviting me to talk to him was making me hot inside and out.
"I left Dad inside, but I came out here to see if you were still around." he said in a voice heavy with invitation.
"I didn't want to leave." was the best I could manage.
"We're having a harvest festival at our place tonight, just outside town - could you come?" he asked with a flutter in his voice.
I put my hand on his thigh and replied "I'd be thrilled." He stood up, and I noticed a decent sized bulge in about the same spot as in my jeans.
"I'll be ready for you tonight, then." he replied, and touched me on the cheek.
I must have sat frozen in place for ten minutes before I moved from that bench. The rest of the day passed in a blur of distraction as I thought about my hand on his leg, but above all his hand on my cheek, and what the evening might bring.