He leaned across the table, his breath so close she felt it on her face, warm and alluring, and she inhaled deeply… waiting. His knee briefly met he... thigh, flashes of lightning struck into the pit of her stomach in familiar desire… Intense dark eyes locked into hers as he brought both hands to the table and began to lightly stroke the tips of her small fingers… slowly, in a hypnotic trance, she turned her palms upward, facing his – body heat merged in the air between them. Supported with. The ocean water was fairly still that morning, the storms of theprevious nights long having moved on. I started to step forward tofind a good fishing spot, but stopped as I caught my reflection in thesurface.It wasn't exactly clear, as the water was still moving around somewhat,but what I saw... Well, it looked surprisingly feminine. My skin wasstill completely smooth from the sunscreen incident, I had gained asurprisingly nice tan from the sun exposure, my crotch was flat, allevidence of. What else could she do, but satisfy her craving even if he wasn't there to be apart of it. She closed her eyes as she imagined her tongue tasting his manhood as she stroked his cock with it; making sure to put pressure on the extra sensitive parts of his shaft. Not to miss any part, she would stop at the tip and circle and suck it until she was able to swallow down the first signs of his pre-cum. She was losing herself in this dream and totally forgot her surroundings as she leaned back on her. I caught him looking at me in the bar mirror then, a few minutes later he picked up his drink and moved down the bar. When he asked if he could join me I smiled and said ‘yes’ then looked right at his crotch.Normally, when a guy moves in on you he’s interested.We chatted for a little while before he apologized then asked, “I don’t want to offend you or be too forward or anything but…are you...uh…” I stopped him right there. “Yes, I’m a fag…I’m a bottom and I’m horny as hell. Does that answer.