I opened the door to the garage to see if Jack wanted something cool to drink. It was a warm day, not blistering, and Jack was doing some maintenance on our older truck. When I opened the door, I saw Jack standing to the side of the truck, hood up, leaning into the engine compartment. He was wearing some tan cargo shorts and blue t-shirt. He was up on his toes as he leaned into the compartment, making his calves flex.
I love his legs. Thick and muscled, not striated like a body builder's, but hard and defined. His calves are the highlight of his legs though. They are so well defined and muscled up, when he is hiking or climbing, I love watching him in front of me and watching those calves flex always makes me wet. MMM MMM, I'd chew on them if I could!
The sight of his flexed calves makes me pause and just admire him from the doorway and begin to imagine the possibilities. His nice firm ass in those shorts, I can see his arm flex as he tightens or loosens something in the engine compartment and I imagine it wrapping around me and pulling into him...
Hmmm, what did I come out here for again?
Jack comes down off his toes and stands flat footed by the truck and notices me staring at him.
"Everything ok?" he asks, bringing back to the moment
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I was just going to see if you needed anything? Some water? Tea? Me?"