A Walk in the Park Part one
Walking into the park, I immediately notice him. He is tall and lean, at least 6 feet tall. He has scruffy dark hair and bright hazel eyes. His shirt is tight and stretches across his chest, hugging the defined muscles of his arms. He is wearing a pair of jeans that accentuate his thighs and I can clearly see the outline of his cock through the denim. I smile shyly as I hurry past, hoping he does not see the lust in my glance or the flush that crosses my face and cleavage. “Hot Damn” I think to...