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Yard Work

... did I. "Ummm... uh... I left my... shirt... on your deck and I was... uh... wondering..." his gaze slid to my eyes and his voice faded. I was mesmerized by the blue of his eyes. My body leaned into his of its own accord. The lapels of my dress pressed against the bare skin of his chest and his hand automatically slid around my waist. Just for a moment I could only feel the heat of his body and a great rushing sound in my ears. Then I returned to sanity and stepped back. "Oh! My! Sorry..." I put my hand on his chest and pushed lightly, straightening up. "these high heels can be so... dangerous!" I stepped around him, heading toward the kitchen. "I'll say," he murmured as he followed me. "Of course you can get your shirt!" I laughed breath- lessly, still reeling from the closeness of his hot, smooth chest. "Wouldn't want you having to go around all naked... or anything..." Again the color washed up into my face, as I thought about what I just said. Actually, I couldn't think of anything I wanted more. "Would you like something to drink... while you're here?" I turned as I entered the kitchen. There he stood in the middle of my kitchen, the overhead light which I never considered very flattering turning his bare torso into that of a greek god. I leaned back against the counter, my hand to the soft valley between my breasts. I could feel my heart beating wildly under my palm. "Sure," he grinned, "if it's not too much trouble. I've been so... hot... and thirsty... all afternoon." ...

... He leaned against the door frame, filling it. He crossed his arms over his chest, making his biceps bulge. Unblinking, he slowly took in my shoes, my legs, my dress. Again, his eyes settled on my bosom, and I realized that my hand had crept inside the bodice to rest on my left nipple. I quickly pulled my hand away and swung over to the fridge, too conscious of the brevity of my skirt. "Hmm..." I opened the refrigerator door, grateful of the rush of cold air on my burning skin. "Let's see... we've got juice, tea, water, wine, beer..." I leaned over a bit, peering deep into the recesses of the appliance "and vod" I felt him behind me. Close behind me. I froze, my hands on the door and the side of the fridge. I felt his hands on the waist of my dress. They slid up, the fingertips finding the hard nubs of my nipples under the cotton fabric. I felt him press his hips against my ass, barely covered by the short skirt of my dress. I couldn't breathe, that rushing sound filled my head again. I heard a soft moan escape my lips. He answered with one of his own. I took a deep breath of refriger- ated air and straightened up. "Um" I closed the door to the fridge and turned in the small radius his hands and body allowed me. I fell back against the door. "Ummm... Josh... I.." His gaze stopped me. His face filled my vision as his mouth descended onto mine. He sure is a good kisser for a k**, I thought, as his tongue explored my mouth. His hands slipped up to cup my breasts, his fingers and ...