About a year ago, during a period of time I was attempting to refrain from sex due to a horrible relationship, I encountered a man who rocked my world, in more ways than one...
I am not the type of girl to have my head easily turned by a guy but this time was different. Watching him work in my front yard was probably more than I could stand. He had perfect muscles the kind you could see yourself tracing with your fingers for hours on end and the tattoos, oh the tattoos. They were the icing on the muscle cake and I was drooling. I knew he was going to catch me. But did I care? Nope. I couldn't stop. He was perfect. Brown hair, piercing blue eyes and those dimples, those damned dimples. What the hell? How could a guy this flipping hot not be taken?
I don't know why I was even letting myself think of him this way. I vowed two years of celibacy after that asshole last year. Great, I made it to the halfway point and was about to lose it over the Brad the landscaper. I was starting to imagine what he looked like naked. I knew I wouldn't be disappointed and what did his cock look like? Damn it, I was starting to get wet just thinking of him.
Just then he looked at me. Crap! I tried to tell myself to walk away from the window, but I couldn't, I just stood there. I had to look idiotic, here I was drooling and completely turned on staring through my front window at this hunk of a man and he knew it. He smiled, winked and turned around to get back to work. That broke the spell I was apparently under long enough for me to walk away from the dining room window and into the kitchen. I needed to find something to distract me for a minute so I picked up the broom from the corner and started sweeping. I don't even think there was anything on the floor, but it worked anyway. After what seemed like 10 minutes I put the broom back into the corner and looked at the clock. 4:45. Only 15 more minutes until he was done and I could concentrate again.
In an attempt to appear normal when he peeked in to say he was leaving, I sat down and opened up my latest book. I was just glad it wasn't a romance novel. I didn't that to get me any wetter and further my torment. It was a good book, the kind that you have to pry yourself from just to answer the phone but I found myself unable to get back into it. My mind kept wandering back to what it would be like to have him touch me, kiss me even better fuck me. Irritated I slammed the book down on the coffee table.
"Bad book?" a husky voice asked and seriously scared the crap out of me.
"What?" I said panicking. I looked up and there he stood all sweaty, dirty and hot at my front door.
"Oh" I stammered, "No. Just can't get myself into it right now. Uh...you done?"
"Yes. But I will be back tomorrow to lay down the rock path." he paused. "You seem distracted."
I didn't answer at first, still trying not to picture him naked, cock throbbing ready to fuck my brains out. I finally managed a reply, "Just trying to figure you out."
What was I doing?
"What do you mean?" he asked grinning.
