salty_sailor
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He stared at her with lust in his eyes, unfiltered, unabashed lust. There was no other way to explain it. He wanted to bend her over his arm laying kisses up her neck, finding his way slowly and luxuriantly her lips. And then finding other places that she was needful of some kissing. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, realizing not only that his desire was to be realized, but that she too wanted him in a way that no woman had in quite some time.
As he stood there with the camera in the crook of his arm, cradling it like a footballer might, he realized that he was going to have to put his camera down. He wasn't sure if he could comfortably do so. He found himself wondering how long it had been since he'd been in a room with a naked woman. Of course, he had gone on a bit of a binge immediately following the divorce, but that had been a while ago. It had even been quite some time since he'd picked up one of those particular and alluring photography jobs on the side.
Her words pulled him from his reverie though and he lowered his arm til the camera was gripped loosely in his hand by the lens at his side. He reached behind him to place it on the table. It wasn't long before he was standing before her, unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his wide shoulders and broad chest; letting the shirt crumple to the ground at his feet. His pants were still obviously stretched at his crotch, and he was mildly conscientious of it as he began to fumble with the buckle of his belt, staring into her eyes as he did so.
As he stood there with the camera in the crook of his arm, cradling it like a footballer might, he realized that he was going to have to put his camera down. He wasn't sure if he could comfortably do so. He found himself wondering how long it had been since he'd been in a room with a naked woman. Of course, he had gone on a bit of a binge immediately following the divorce, but that had been a while ago. It had even been quite some time since he'd picked up one of those particular and alluring photography jobs on the side.
Her words pulled him from his reverie though and he lowered his arm til the camera was gripped loosely in his hand by the lens at his side. He reached behind him to place it on the table. It wasn't long before he was standing before her, unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his wide shoulders and broad chest; letting the shirt crumple to the ground at his feet. His pants were still obviously stretched at his crotch, and he was mildly conscientious of it as he began to fumble with the buckle of his belt, staring into her eyes as he did so.