It was later in the morning and he climbed up a weathered wooden ladder to the flat roof of his little house and he squinted as he looked up to the ridge not more than a hundred meters off. He unfolded a blanket and took off his shoes and shirt and began to cover himself in tanning oil. His palms wide and his fingers long, the top of his hands as well as his arms bulged with a particularly prominent vascularity in the heat as they climbed across every reachable inch of his body. His shorts dropped to his ankles and he lay sprawled across the serape.
The suns reflection shimmered like streams of gold in the contours of his toned body, every muscle and every tendon glistened like a mirage upon the desert horizon. He closed his eyes and thought of the woman from the window.
A few nights had passed but the apparition remained vivid in his memory. He wished that the woman would have had the chance to know the prowess he possessed, the delicate, undivided attention he would divulge upon her if she were to have invited him through her window.
He feverishly fantasized about fondling her phenomenal figure from behind, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. His hands slowly sliding downward from her waist and seamlessly over her hips. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood tall while his plump, pillowy lips pressed gently against her skin. One hand slid further down, flirtatiously following the line of her hip bone. He pressed playfully into the inner crease of her thigh as his lips engulfed her outstretched neck in a deep, dramatically wet kiss and she sank into him, melting into the throes of his tantalizing touch, washing over her in one warm wave of ecstasy.
His thick, throbbing cock that pulsed with the same aforementioned vascularity had grown to its fullest potential and it stood strong with great girth and vigor, shimmering confidently in the sunlight. His eyes stayed closed as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began to trace the brim of the painfully swollen tip with his thumb.
A woman watched for birds while discreetly navigating the destitute, degrading footpath that danced along the ridge behind the house. She stopped, pleasantly surprised as she unassumingly stumbled upon the sight. She sat, sheathed by the foliage, safely sunken into the scenery watching him through her binoculars with the same salacious stare that he had worn before. She feasted her eyes upon his figure and she grew warm and wet and wanting as her imagination soared.
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