adjust my bottom, which is riding up my cheeks
from the swim…
I
realize my top is hanging to the side, leaving part of my breast exposed…
I panic and quickly look up to see if
anyone caught that…
There
he is grinning at my exposure…
Fortunately
for him anyway…
I
look away embarrassed and adjust my breast back in my top…
My hair is all over the place so I lean
back into the water…
Let
myself skim the water, allowing my hair to get saturated again…
I
stand back up, tilt my head down, and flip my wet hair behind my face…
I look up again and see that he hasn’t
taken his eyes off me…
He’s
tall, dark like me and large like a football player…
Reminds
me of Sanchez…
Like
big guys…
No,
love big guys…
They
make me feel safe and secure against my five foot three inch frame…
I look around…
And
behind me, to make sure he’s actually looking at me and maybe not someone else…
He laughs at me…
I relax and laugh too…
What
else can I do? He’s already seen a breast…
I
decide to walk forward to the unavoidable…
He’s
still watching me, talk about awkwardness…
Self-conscious
right now but I stare at him the entire way back…
As
I get close, I hone in on his eyes…
Windows
to the soul, they never lie…
They’re
dark brown and sexy in a smoldering way…
He’s
really dark from baking in the sun, too…
Mm
mm, attractive! …
He
doesn’t budge and he doesn’t blink, intense intent…
As
he casually glances every inch of my body in such a subtle way, that I’m not
offended…
I feel myself getting warm all over…
How
is that possible when it’s 90 degrees out here? ...
I don’t know, but my body temperature is
rising…
Knots
in my stomach…
I’m
close enough now that I put my arm out and introduce myself to him…
“Hi,
I’m Caramel”…
“Hey,
I’m Bud”…
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