Rising steam condenses on the rusted edge of the hood. Curls of jet black hair fall loose from the confines of his baseball cap and he tucks the brim into a back pocket of his jeans. Silently watching, her eyes wander over tattooed skin, tanned from days spent in the company of the sun. The heat picks up hints of cigarettes and oil and the faintest scent of cologne that teases her pink lips into a smile. Moist skin defines his strong arms; muscles flex as he slides his fingers through his dark hair. His cotton tank top is tight with sweat against his body, the curiosity of what might be hidden beneath causes her to bite softly on her bottom lip and tease the frayed edge of her cut off shorts.
A bead of sweat falls from his brow and disappears into the dark line of facial hair left just short enough to cast a shadow. Licking her lips she lets her mind wonder what his moist skin would feel like pressed to hers and she blushes. Her voice betrays her by allowing a low moan to escape as she sighs, watching him bent over the hood of her car. Glancing in her direction his attention is caught by the seductive nature of her innocence, his friendly smile laced with curiosity and adventure. Their eyes meet and there's a new kind of tension left lingering.
She closes her eyes and now she's lost in it. Steam, the way sweat makes clothing stick to warm skin, and sudden heavy breathing as her lips meet his. The way her scent mixes with his, the subtle saltiness of his skin, the moisture between their bodies, the sound of giving in, the innocence of pleasure and dark seductiveness of wanting to be taken. As her fantasy starts to take hold of her body she's startled by a strong hand on her shoulder, her nose flooded with the scent of grease. She opens her eyes to his smile, keys in hand. She thanks him, offering a hug as he walks away, his hesitation tortures her senses. Awkwardly he leans in, his arm reaching around her waist, pulling her body to his.
"Thank you'" she whispers, the fire of lust burning hot within her.
