I guess you could say that I am a girly-boy. My fondest fantasy is to be rescued from danger by a strong, handsome man, to whom I show my gratitude by giving myself to him. I had always had a particular fantasy that I longed to fufill. In this fantasy, he saves me from drowning, gives me mouth to mouth and then...takes me.
Over last summer, I developed a heavy crush on a guy who is in charge of a state park nearby. He's about 6 feet tall, somewhere in his 30's or early 40's and soooo handsome. Even though he wears his park service uniform (khaki shirt and pants, a green tie, sometimes a green jacket) I can tell that he has one hot body. So can the girls, who spent a lot of time last summer hanging around his cabin (He lives there, by himself! I often wondered if he had any of the girls who fawned over him, as openly as I did secretly).
I made up my mind that I would make my move, and make my dream come true. It was early September. The weather was still warm. The park was open, but would be closing down in a few days. Except on the weekends, there was nobody around, except the object of my fantasy.
I went there on a Wednesday. I parked in a lot and walked toward a big, slow-moving creek that wound its way into the lake. I knew that it was deep. My heart began to beat faster; I can't swim, and am terrified of drowning. But in a strange way, this fear is also a turn-on. I can't explain it. Maybe it's the helplessness, the vulnerability, which in my dreams leads to the best part: my handsome hero.
As I approached the creek bank, my heart beat even faster. There he was! A few hundred feet upstream, at the boat launch, repainting some signage. Wearing the uniform that made me SO hot.
As for me, I was wearing my nicest suit and tie. I LOVE getting wet in my clothes, it is SUCH a turn-on (and, another story). The nicer the clothes, the bigger the turn-on. Now, my cock was throbbing inside my pants, keeping time with the beating of my heart.
I had to make sure that he noticed me. I walked toward him, nervously fitting a cigarette into my holder. (Yes, another turn-on, cigarette holders. I think they're very sexy). I asked him for a light. He obliged, as I did my best to keep from trembling. I looked right into his eyes as I thanked him, then, awkwardly, turned and walked upstream.