Chapter 9: Day 8, Private Beach
It happens again the following morning. I see Trent running along my private beach while I enjoy a cup of coffee. Today the sun is in full bloom and forecasts a heated afternoon close to a hundred degrees. Burnt orange, candy apple red, and banana yellow light exemplifies every muscle on the runner’s body. Again, I study his bare torso, the blond wave of hair over his left eye, and the muscles that powerfully work on his nicely designed thighs. My stare concentrates on his solid chest. The mass of muscle is covered in sweat. Tight abs line his Men’s Fitness stomach and he has a protrusion of d**k positioned between his athletic legs. Having an appetite for him, I lick my lips, take a sip of my morning brew, and study the stranger as he changes his direction
