Hot or Not?

I watch him move back and forth, sweating in effort as he continued his even strokes. He paused for a moment to strip out of his shirt and I swear I almost fainted. Hard muscles and a severely curved back lead to a twenty-two inch waist.

The cord to his headphones fell against his washboard abs as he changed his music before pushing his phone back into to his pants. The low hanging jeans shifted dangerously and I had to stop myself from drooling. He adjusted his grip on the handle and gave a grunt of exertion at getting the machine moving again.

Christ... Just watching him I can imagine licking the beads of sweat off his stomach, lower. My need was stifling and I licked my lips as he leans down to knock a rock out of the way.

I jump up and hurry outside. "All done." he says, towering above me.

"Perfect," I murmer then give myself a mental shake. "I mean here. Go buy yourself something nice." I had him a couple bills and he smiles.

"See you next week."

"Can't wait..." I'm not ashamed to say I stared at his ass on the way out. I have needs too. Damn, but it was hot out. I think I'll go take a shower.