Angel
Not knowing what to do, I went back, trying to follow the path I followed before, to see if I missed any clues.
When I approached the place where I stopped earlier, the scent was so intense that I moaned. I knew he was there. Trying to keep upwind, I crept as stealthily as possible and peered through the trees.
Angel had his back to me, in the same outfit he'd been born with, gloriously naked. Long blond hair fell mulched over broad shoulders. A strong back ended in a hard, perfect ass and muscular arms and legs. I wished he would turn around.