Escaping from the hassles of the city life to her small cabin by the lake was her favourite way of enjoying the weekends. To unwind, the first thing she always did upon her arrival, was to go to the lake and sketch, but that evening, she found herself struggling to find inspiration. Exhausted from her hectic week at work, she was stretched out on a long chair, with the skirt of her dress pulled up, enjoying the warm breeze on her legs. The heavy summer air and the waves breaking on the sandy shore were making her drowsy and her eyelids grew heavy, slowly closing over her forget-me-not eyes. She was hoping that a beautiful dream would come to her and relieve her of the sudden feeling of forlornness that lodged itself deep inside her chest.
Just as she was about to drift away, the sound of a door closing brought her back to herself. Annoyed, she turned her head toward the source of the noise that had interrupted her from slipping into a blissful oblivion. Her eyes widened with surprise, taking in the young man who walked out of the cottage next door, carrying an axe over his muscular shoulder. He did not seem to have noticed her and proceeded to chop the logs from a pile not far from her. Her curiosity was instantly aroused and her wish for a dream forgotten. She remembered hearing something about the cottage next to her cabin having been sold, but never did she imagine that her new neighbour would turn out to be this interesting.
The corners of her lips curved into a smug smile when he paused to remove his t-shirt and then carried on chopping logs topless. She wondered if he did notice her after all and was perhaps showing off for her but there was no way of telling. He appeared like a character stepped out of an adventure novel. With his beard stubble, his longish black hair slightly disheveled and roughly brushed back, and wearing only his blue jeans, he was as sexy as a guy in the middle of the woods could ever be.
Her feline eyes safely concealed behind sunglasses followed his every move with appreciation. Biting the end of her graphite pencil, she was completely mesmerized by him and decided that he was the inspiration she had been waiting for. She removed her glasses so to better contemplate him in all his details. Tucking a stubborn curl that escaped her chignon behind her ear, she brought her pen to the unspoiled page of the sketch book on her lap and started drawing. Lines, curves and shades slowly blended together into her vision of the man in front of her.
His tanned skin covered in sweat was glistening in the glow of the dawning sun, making him appear like some god from a Greek legend; in her eyes a true work of art. The raw manliness of his young body with his well-defined muscles flexing with each stroke as his axe slid through the wood aroused her immensely. She doubted that he was alone, assuming that a someone as handsome as him would not be without a girlfriend or a young wife. She sighed with regret at the thought and pressed her hand to the back of her neck, slowly running it to her collarbone and resting it for a bit against her chest.
While drawing his forms, her desire for him progressively intensified until she became too distracted to continue. Not daring to hope for appeasement, she put down her nearly completed sketch and decided to go and cool the heat inside her body in the lake. With her back to him she got up and started unbuttoning the front of her flower print cotton dress.
The steady sound of the chopping axe suddenly died down.
A thrilling rush ran through her.
If he didn't notice her before, he did now. She was certain of it. Imagining his eyes on her, she pulled her dress slowly over her shoulders, exposing the tanned skin of her back. Sliding her arms out of it, she then pulled the dress over the curves of her hips, pushing it down until it silently dropped to her feet. Overtaken by her impulse to seduce him, she stepped out of it and bent to pick it up to place it neatly on the long chair, allowing him a provocative view of her round and shapely behind.
