An Excerpt from Threadbare Thursdays

Sometimes I would catch myself watching her change, not so much to get a glimpse, no not to be perverted, but more so to capture her beauty.  Her pale delicate bare shoulder, adorned with only a thin bra strap stole my breathe--her bare back was enough to send me to new heights.  Not only did her body excite me, but she completely captivated me.   I sat there watching her, not consumed by lust but rather mesmerized by her loveliness.  When she caught me, she'd stick her tongue out at me. Or she'd joke about me being a "pervy lesbian"; tell me to take a picture it would last longer.  I knew she was only joking yet guilt managed to instantly wash over me. To her it was a joke, but if only she knew how much I wanted her.  How painful it was to watch this beautiful creature get half naked in front of me, just within arm's reach and there was nothing I could do.