drummer
03-13-2012, 10:12 PM
It's amazing how, enjoying the interest we have, very ordinary, everyday sights can be charged with eroticism.
Yesterday, I was driving a friend's car around ("car-sitting" as it were, to keep his battery charged), and was just circling near his home. I suddenly noticed one of his neighbors, a man of, oh, maybe 30 or 35, with short hair, already starting to bald a bit. He was attending to a motorcycle parked in his driveway, and seemed to be attempting to boost the motor with booster cables attached to the battery of a parked SUV nearby.
He was wearing only very loose, soft, grey pants, either sweatpants or pyjama bottoms perhaps--some sort of casual wear--but no shirt. He had a pleasing, somewhat muscular form, and his back would have attracted my eye anyway, but then, as I passed, I suddenly noticed that he appeared to have nothing on his feet at all--he was working barefoot.
I wasn't completely sure, because the pants were long enough to make it a bit difficult to see his feet, and since I was in the car, it was a bit tricky to observe without being too obvious about it.
I was struck by how, suddenly, this random sighting became charged with even more eroticism for me: I actually slowed down, and stopped a bit up a road, so that I could view him for a while in my rear-view mirror, of course, unnoticed by him, since he was occupied with what he was doing, and undoubtedly in no mood for sex or fetishistic admiration!
I considered possibly stopping to inquire, in a casual friendly manner, if I might be of assistance, but decided that was probably indulging my obsession a bit too much; and so I contented myself with just observing for a few moments, and then going about my own business.
And yet, I find myself returning, in my mind, to the pleasing image of the handsome male form, and thinking of how his soles might be a bit grimy from padding around on the asphalt of his driveway.
The funniest part of all this is that I didn't even really get a look at his face, to see if he were handsome or plain or possibly even disfigured and ugly.
I suppose all of us come across such sights: I have a feeling that this one will stay with me for some time.
Yesterday, I was driving a friend's car around ("car-sitting" as it were, to keep his battery charged), and was just circling near his home. I suddenly noticed one of his neighbors, a man of, oh, maybe 30 or 35, with short hair, already starting to bald a bit. He was attending to a motorcycle parked in his driveway, and seemed to be attempting to boost the motor with booster cables attached to the battery of a parked SUV nearby.
He was wearing only very loose, soft, grey pants, either sweatpants or pyjama bottoms perhaps--some sort of casual wear--but no shirt. He had a pleasing, somewhat muscular form, and his back would have attracted my eye anyway, but then, as I passed, I suddenly noticed that he appeared to have nothing on his feet at all--he was working barefoot.
I wasn't completely sure, because the pants were long enough to make it a bit difficult to see his feet, and since I was in the car, it was a bit tricky to observe without being too obvious about it.
I was struck by how, suddenly, this random sighting became charged with even more eroticism for me: I actually slowed down, and stopped a bit up a road, so that I could view him for a while in my rear-view mirror, of course, unnoticed by him, since he was occupied with what he was doing, and undoubtedly in no mood for sex or fetishistic admiration!
I considered possibly stopping to inquire, in a casual friendly manner, if I might be of assistance, but decided that was probably indulging my obsession a bit too much; and so I contented myself with just observing for a few moments, and then going about my own business.
And yet, I find myself returning, in my mind, to the pleasing image of the handsome male form, and thinking of how his soles might be a bit grimy from padding around on the asphalt of his driveway.
The funniest part of all this is that I didn't even really get a look at his face, to see if he were handsome or plain or possibly even disfigured and ugly.
I suppose all of us come across such sights: I have a feeling that this one will stay with me for some time.