His bulge is showing

As the sun began to climb higher in the sky, John decided it was time to head to his next job. He swam to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out, water cascading off his body. He reached for his towel, wrapping it around his waist, but not before Sandra's eyes flicked downward, momentarily lingering on the bulge in his boxers.

"Thanks for the swim, Sandra," he said, smiling as he wiped the water from his face. "I really needed that."

Sandra walked up to him, her eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and something deeper. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she replied, her voice smooth and warm. "But before you go, I noticed something on your leg. Let me take a look."

John's heart skipped a beat, a mix of nerves and curiosity tingling through him. "Uh, sure," he said, standing still as she approached.

Sandra knelt down, her fingers gently brushing his thigh as she pretended to inspect a spot just above his knee. "You must have scraped yourself when you got out of the pool," she said, her tone casual but her touch lingering.

Johnswallowed hard, feeling the warmth of her hand through the thin fabric of his boxers. "It's nothing, really," he managed to say, his voice slightly strained.

Sandra looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a playful yet intense gaze. "Better safe than sorry," she murmured, her hand slowly sliding up his leg, her fingers grazing the bulge in his boxers.

John's breath hitched, his pulse quickening. He could feel the heat of her touch, the proximity sending a surge of electricity through him. "Sandra," he began, but his voice faltered.

She smiled, her fingers lightly tracing the outline of his arousal. "Relax, John," she said softly. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

He nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Sandra's touch was both gentle and deliberate, her fingers exploring with a mix of curiosity and intention. The feelings of the moment was overwhelming, and John felt a deep, primal urge.

Sandra's eyes never left his as she continued to touch him, her expression a mix of confidence and desire. "You know," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, "you really are quite the man, John."

John felt a surge of something, his body responding to her touch with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. "Sandra," he said again, his voice more sure this time, "I..."

Before he could finish, she leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his thigh. The sensation was electric, sending shivers through his entire body. "You're special, John," she murmured against his skin. "Don't ever forget that."