Dangerous Territory

I bet he's working outside or something, the sun reflecting off of his body, browning his skin. I thought off him wiping his forehead and fixing his hair, smiling. I closed my eyes, leaning back on the couch. He would start to sweat and fan himself with his hand. After a litte while longer, he would give up and take off his shirt, sweat beads rolling down his exposed torso.
I got into my imagery, thinking more about what he would be doing. He would flex his large muscles, making them bulge as he lifted heavy equipment, his arms shaking from the strain. His pants would sag slightly and show the top of his black and red checkered boxers. He would wipe his face and torso off, getting rid of some of the sweat.
My eyes snapped open, and I covered my mouth. No one needs to know about this. I can't believe I just thought about that. I barely know him! That's dangerous to think about. Especially since it's another guy. I thought, swallowing hard and making those images leave my head. What was I thinking?

Author's Note

Getting a little sexy! ;) Tell me what you think in the review box below please!