i wrote this much... i need to change it... i mean some words...
so ab the thing is ab not able to decide ki whether to go for actual lemon or not??? and abhi tak jaisa i am envisioning i need not have to go for technical.. albeit i was thinking to open drooling... what do u say??
Drenched in sweat he continued flexing his muscles as he handled the weights lying on the benchpress. The gym was desolated and he preferred working out like this. After completion he walked to take a shower while drinking water. Reaching there he noticed the clouded glass walls of the locker room indicating he wasn't alone and he moved inside to check who was there.
As he entered the shower turned off and somebody precisely a woman stepped out of it. Draped in a baby pink towel stood a doe eyed beauty with wet hair sticking to her neckline with water droplets lined across her clavicle and the thumping vein over the juncture. Her lips looked scrumptious and appeared like the dew drops resting over the early morning flower. His eyes moved down scrutinizing as the cloth reached just above her mid-femur offering him a magnificent view but his eyes refused to budge away from the uncovered cleavage due to lowly tied towel and he thanked his seventh heaven for it.
Controlling his lustful thoughts he moved towards the adjacent shower and entered but was obstructed while closing it and the next thing he knew was she standing with him inside.
It had to be some fluke that he was being bestowed upon with such bounty but he could care less. Soon enough he was pushed behind with her hovering over him and somehow the water had started falling over him – had someone switched the shower on? Whoever it was did a great favour as water continuously flowed over them cooling out the heated atmosphere. His hands travelled to her waist whilst her hand travelled to his neck as she kissed him near his jaw and the other fondled him teasing mercilessly.
Darn the rugged material of jeans which prevented it? Who thinks of wearing it while work out?
He should know better. Shouldn't he?
Damn! He thought. On what accord was he getting tortured like this.
He broke out of his reverie as she pressed against him and reaching his limit and the next thing he knew his lips against glistened skin and his hands trying to get rid of the obstructions between them. As he felt their skins touch he broke off to feast his eyes over the beauty and….
The alarm rang breaking him out of his dream rendezvous.
Crap! He had been dreaming again.
Just y couldn't she leave him yet.
Or better phrased y couldn't the dreams just stop? Hadn't he seen more beauties than her throughout his entire life and being with many more?
He was in a serious mess. He stared around – the sheets all scrambled and the pillow cases out. Did he seriously do that? Well the arousal being the proof rubbing at his face. He needed to clear his mind and a cold shower….
Shower – he doubted if he could ever burn his steam off there ever again – he groaned.
This had to stop – it was against professional ethics and he couldn't screw around.
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