It's coming

In moments I'm climbing the carpeted stairs, light on my feet while I

work my way toward his room. The steps open up to a hallway and I head

toward the door that's spilling light into the darkness.

The sound of a shower, tiny droplets of water bouncing off tile,

reaches my ears and I pad toward the room, eyes wide and watching for Mr.

Walker. Peeking into the room, the coast looks clear and I head in, eyes

peeled for the hotness that is my Dad's friend.

He's, like, uber hot. Kinda old, but totally smoke-worthy.

He's tall, taller than me and I'm five-six so I figure he's close to six

feet. And all muscle. His shoulders are broad and covered in deeply tanned

skin and his chest is sprinkled with salt-n-pepper hair. His hair is a nice dark

brown, almost black, while his eyes are a bright blue.

God, did I mention hot?

Like, fuck me all night long, love you long time, kind of hotness.