You know it!

The man's eyes followed the shirt as it slid down Alex's arm, the fabric catching for a moment on her elbow before falling to the ground. She stepped over it without a glance, her foot pressing into the material and leaving a faint imprint in the shirt. A perfect footprint. The squirrels, still chattering, watched with keen interest, their tails flicking back and forth. The bold squirrel on the man's shoulder leaned forward, its eyes fixed on Alex as she walked away. The man's grip on the panties tightened slightly, his mind racing with the possibilities.

The man crouched down, his fingers brushing against the dusty ground as he reached for the tattered shirt. His gaze lingered on Alex's exposed backside in the distance, the curve of her ass drawing his attention like a magnet. She was now only wearing her tattered black lacy bra, but the straps had slipped to her elbows. His attention came back to the shirt, now crumpled and dirty, seemed to whisper tales of its own as he picked it up, the collar frayed and worn but holding the scent of Alex's perfume. He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, imagining the scent of her skin lingering on the fabric. The squirrels, sensing his distraction, grew restless, their chirps rising in pitch. The bold one on his shoulder nipped at his ear, urging him forward.

The man's eyes never wavered from the faint imprint her foot had left in the shirt, the outline of her toes barely visible against the crumpled fabric. His mind wandered to the delicate curve of her heel, imagining the softness of her skin as it pressed into the ground. The squirrels around him grew quieter, their attention drawn to Alex as she continued her oblivious stroll. The bold squirrel on his shoulder shifted its weight, its tiny heart racing with anticipation.