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    “You don’t have to be alone right now.”
    I placed my other hand on his other shoulder. The water, hot
enough to make me gasp, ran in streams from his body to mine. I slid my hands
downwards, slowly, feeling the shifting knots of muscle beneath the skin. As I
reached the small of his back he sighed and I felt some of the tension leave
him.
    I returned to his shoulders and pressed a little firmer as I
made my way down his broad canvas of his back, this time coming to rest at the
top of his ass. His frankly quite magnificent ass. I had a moment of self
doubt. He was, for all his scars and smirks, an attractive man. He was so far
out of my league it wasn’t funny. The rational part of me was already building
walls in preparation for the inevitable rejection. And yet I still clung to the
idea that there was something, some kind of connection between us, that went
above and beyond the physical.
    I stepped into him, crushing my breasts against the warm,
broad expanse of his back, his ass against my soft tummy. The water ran off him
and over my face and hair, but I ignored it, tilting my head and resting it
against his back. I wrapped my arms around him, my hands finding the thick wiry
hair that covered his chest.
    My body responded to his proximity. My stubby nipples
crinkling and hardening as they pressed against him as my pulse began to race.
But I kept my needs in check. I wanted this to be about him. I wanted to let
him know he had something to live for, something to come back to. His breathing
was slow and deep, my hands shifting on his chest each time his lungs filled
with air. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t object to my presence either.
    I took a deep breath, my lips tight to keep the water out,
and slowly brought my hands down his body. His broad, hairy chest giving way to
the compact muscles of a toned abdomen, before coming to rest against the top
of his thighs. I could feel ridges there, where his obliques met his thighs.
    I couldn’t resist a sigh. I have a thing about obliques. I
mean beggars can’t be choosers and all that. Mitch was kind of in shape, but
not defined like this and I wasn’t really in a position to complain about that.
But James had the sort of body I had always fantasized about. It was something
I had thought would remain that way, a fantasy. That men who were in this kind
of shape preferred woman with a similar physique, that like attracted like.
    I’d always found something sensual and seductive in the idea
of a strong male body, powerful and hard, against soft womanly curves. It just…
made sense to me. However, over time, I’d come to suspect this was just wishful
thinking on my part and that I was the only one who felt this way.
    I nestled further into his shoulders and inched my hands
slowly inwards, brushing an unruly mass of coarse pubic hair as I found his
crotch. I grinned against him. I would have been surprised to find anything
else. One of my fingers just barely touched his member. It felt… heavy. It felt
heavy and solid and real. I parted my lips to allow a slight purr of desire to
escape.
    I held my hands there for a moment, entangled in that thick
hair, before I curled the fingers on one hand and wrapped it around his shaft.
    He twitched in my grip. Not fully erect, but heavy with
blood. I could feel it pulse beneath my fingers as I held him tight. I ached
for him. This mysterious stranger who might be something more than a man. I
wanted him as much as I wanted him to want me.
    His body responded to my touch. A subtle roll of the hips
that I felt all the way along his back, accompanied by a growl from the back of
the throat. Deep and low I could feel the vibration against my whole body.
    And then another roll of the hips as he tried to urge me
into movement. But I kept my hand still. The fat girl that feared rejection
screamed at me. Telling me that whatever he wanted I should give to him. But I
denied her as I denied him. I didn’t want to tease him, but I