Her depression had increased again and she'd thought about visiting her doctor but kept putting it off. She was in her early thirties and had only ever had two boyfriends and less than a handful of dates total. Each of the boyfriends had taken her and during the heat as each wanted she'd yielded thinking it would tie him closer to her but it hadn't. They'd only used her.
She thought of herself as fat and ugly but it wasn't true. If she could've read the minds of guys around her and guys she passed walking or driving she'd have had a far better picture of herself. It was true that she was probably fifty or more pounds over what insurance or government might have suggested but every pound was exactly where it made her most desirable. Her breasts were full with large firm nipples; her skin tone was good and her skin fair. She had a round full butt to which a huge group of guys over the years had wanted and dreamed of gaining access. Her hair, makeup and mode of dress were usually impeccable. Her primary problem was massive insecurity and shyness that kept the guys away and when coupled with her far greater ability and intelligence in everything else kept them scared away.
It was her first day off in weeks and she'd wanted something different so she walked slowly to a city park a few blocks away. It was only nine in the morning and there was nearly nobody in the park yet as she strolled. She was looking for privacy.
It was coincidence that she passed a break in the hedge and trees and explored it. There was a park bench literally hidden back and away from the rest of the park. The bench looked clean and when she looked around it seemed perfect for her mood, she walked to it and sat down.
She was in a funk and nearly ready to cry as she sat but suddenly there was a sound and she glanced around but saw nothing. Another sound but this time with no reason she searched and then glanced up. For a moment she thought about hurrying away but then she didn't.
There was a two-story apartment building behind the bench and on the second floor above her and perhaps twenty feet away was a balcony occupied by a tall dark haired guy doing something. After several minutes the guy stood and leaned his back against the railing of the balcony. He was wearing a brief pair of white boxer shorts but was otherwise naked and physically in good shape. He looked strong with tight buttocks, broad back and arms that looked quite strong. She could even see his bare feet.
She brought one leg up and laid it on the bench as she turned part way and then turned her head the remainder to watch him. She felt an urgent hunger growing and her depression receded in her mind.
The guy stood there for perhaps twenty minutes as she concentrated on his dark tan and the building sweat on his back. The sun kept him well illuminated and finally she realized he was doing a sort of sunbathing while standing. It appeared that because she was in the midst of trees and bushes and on a bench seldom found or used she was invisible to him.
Perhaps fifteen or maybe twenty minutes later the guy turned around and faced outward into the morning sun. His head was up and although he didn't have the looks of a movie star or male model he was still mildly handsome in a rough sort of manner.
She studied him now from the front unworried that he might see her because his eyes remained closed and the bright sun would make it more difficult.
As the sweat continued to build the guy reached down and rubbed himself and that was when she thought she saw it. Hanging more than an inch below his boxers was what appeared to be part of his male endowment. She'd only seen a few men naked and never anyone like this and she was about to discard the thought thinking it was just a shadow playing a trick on her personal Libido.
Suddenly his hand moved further downward and his hand surrounded then rubbed it with his thumb. It really was exactly what she'd thought it was and now she began to grow wet at the thought of experiencing him.
When his time was up he turned and strolled back through the sliding glass door into his place then the door slid partly closed before he stepped away inside. She wondered how incredible it would be to be taken by him.
She remained sitting and studying his place and immediately she seemed to know how to find the guy's apartment. Her mind jumped to a quick fantasy of her moving in next door to him but when she realized it she put it from her mind. She glanced around the small area and saw nobody before she stood and walked slowly back into the main area of the park.
She glanced back one last moment as she cleared the area but he was still nowhere to be seen, yet in her mind the size of his manhood would linger for hours.
During the walk back to her apartment her mind was still thinking of what she'd seen. She was still wondering what it would be like to be taken by a man with a body so large and strong. The thought remained with her through the walk and into her place. As she entered her bedroom on the way to the bathroom it grew too much and she paused at the side of her nightstand and removed a favorite toy from the bottom drawer.
In the bathroom it was only another moment, and she climaxed repeatedly until she felt drained. It didn't calm her mind though even as she cleaned up and returned to her kitchen. Over a cup of coffee her tongue reminded her of what she'd wondered about the taste of him.
The guy was on her mind the rest of the day and through the week until that weekend.
She again visited the small cul-de-sac in the park in the late afternoon Friday but didn't catch another glance of the guy.
Saturday morning she was at the park before seven thirty and again on the bench hoping for another view.
Just before eight she saw his glass door slide open and he tried to shield his eyes from the bright morning sun. He was dressed in the same way she'd seen him the first time but this time she could see nothing below the edge of his boxers. She was a bit disheartened as the guy got down on the floor of the balcony and began a morning exercise workout.
The floor of the balcony was only partially solid but the outer edge was ornate wrought iron such that she could get a partial glimpse of him during the workout.
He did simple but continuous calisthenics and again she could detect the power his body held as he worked.
When finished he stood again and for a moment faced into the sun and she was rewarded with an even better view of what she'd first checked. On his sweating body the boxers were clinging part way up his thigh and she had a much greater view of her desire as the sweat made the boxers almost transparent. He'd been busy until almost the same time that he'd stood on her first visit. He must have a rather fixed schedule she thought as he turned and repeated the same sunbathing ritual she'd seen before. Again she marveled at the condition of his body and without realizing it her depression hadn't returned the rest of the week.
His boxers still clung high up his thigh as he turned again to face the sun and begin his next twenty minutes. She had a good but slightly distant view of most everything he had although the covered parts still fascinated and aroused her. Several times she wished the sun would shift and let him see her studying him. Perhaps if he knew then he might approach her.
She'd always been shy especially when it came to guys and yet here she was in a city park and felt almost as if she was stalking the guy. He certainly held nearly all of her interest and yet she didn't know what to do about it. The guy didn't even know she existed. Her thoughts cycled between intense interest and intense desire. She fought the need to fondle herself in the park as she studied him and grew wetter but she had to delay until she was home.
At night she was usually home or someplace with her Mother. She'd made several lone afternoon trips to the park but he was never anywhere to be seen so she changed and devoted her visits to the mornings she wasn't working. After several weeks she'd tried waving at him to get his attention but the sun kept him blind of her. Days when she had to be at work in the mornings she ran her tongue over her lips and drank coffee hoping the caffeine might soothe and calm her interest. It didn't work.
