Wild Desire
’ I gave him my most come-on look, ‘That is, if you kinda get my drift?
He didn’t need asking or telling. With a bewitching, almost edible smile, he started unlacing his stout boots, and in no time at all he was wriggling his way out of his underwear — his sun-browned body primed for action.
Boy, how I wanted him! How I wanted that. Leaping up, and reaching for his hand, I nodded towards the door of the cottage. Now the crunch had come, really did feel bashful. I didn’t think I could make it in the great outdoors, at least not on our very first time.