Being Watched

“Margo” He called out to me from his front door, waking out from his garage in only a tight pair of torn up jeans and a white towel around his shoulders, allowing me, practically forcing me, to take in the full, hot view of his sexy upper body.

“Looks like you’ve been enjoying the morning breeze in the shade…,” he hissed walking into my garage, his hips swaying roughly back and forth, as he swiped his fingers through his short black hair. Tightening his upper body purposely, forcing me to moan slightly to myself as my eyes locked on to his taut muscular frame, the streams, the small beads of sweat pouring down the hardened curves of his body.

“Damn that’s hot,” I whispered to myself, instantly getting wet, secretly wanting to feel his hot touch, the velvet brushing of his fingers over my body, I knew he was going to bring me to that brink, to that breaking point repeatedly, before forcing us to both snap into a frenzy to finish the other off.

“So… I’ve been watching you today,” Shawn hissed, walking up to me as I backed up to the far workbench, watching him as he took a small roll of rope from the back of his jeans. “I’ve been watching you do things…,” he added smacking his lips, the heat inside me building. “Is there,” he paused, brushing his hands down my arms and over my thighs, pushing me to sit up on the table, before suddenly tying my hands together.