Bobbi Eden
40th Anniversary The Ultimate Anthology Set 1965 2005 part2
Bobby Eden stood there dripping, towel barely holding on for dear life. The guy's a walking mirage—tall, broad, shoulders built like he arm-wrestles bears on weekends. Water still sliding down the V between his pecs, past his abs, hitting just above that towel's weak grip. He caught me staring and grinned like he'd won the lottery. "See something you like?" he asked, voice low, the kind of sound that hits you right between the legs. The towel slipped an inch. Then another. I didn't look away. Why would I? Not when the prize underneath was twitching awake, thick and heavy, ready to play. Bobby laughed, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me closer. "Come on then," he said, dropping the towel altogether. "Let's get you wet too."
Bobby Eden stood there dripping, towel barely holding on for dear life. The guy's a walking mirage—tall, broad, shoulders built like he arm-wrestles bears on weekends. Water still sliding down the V between his pecs, past his abs, hitting just above that towel's weak grip. He caught me staring and grinned like he'd won the lottery. "See something you like?" he asked, voice low, the kind of sound that hits you right between the legs. The towel slipped an inch. Then another. I didn't look away. Why would I? Not when the prize underneath was twitching awake, thick and heavy, ready to play. Bobby laughed, grabbed my wrist, and tugged me closer. "Come on then," he said, dropping the towel altogether. "Let's get you wet too."