TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT

 

Welcome! It's picture prompt week. That means I select a photo to write to and keep the snippet 300 words or less. So we have another installment of "The Kiss" this week. Scroll down to return to Tuesday Tales. Thanks for stopping by. 

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When Don took the boys for ice cream, Allison watched the elephants. One of the elephants sprayed his handler with water from a bucket. The man ripped off his shirt and went inside. The site of his naked back brought up a flashback. It was the day of the last street fair. Don had been in the dunking booth. A teenager had finally hit the mark and he was drenched. After climbing out of the water, he stripped of his shirt.

She remembered staring at his back, his perfect back. She’d never seen him shirtless before. Desire had raced through her, tingling every part of her body. He kept talking to her, then turned around. She thought she’d have an orgasm right on the spot.

The memory of his physical perfection lit old flames. It had come before the big event, but led up to it. Her sudden physical awareness of him way beyond simple friendship had embarrassed her so much, she’d made up an excuse and fled.

She stood at the railing, unseeing, old, dormant feelings coursing through her veins anew as if she was a horny teen. She sensed a flush creep up her chest to her face. Had she ever wanted Spencer the way she'd wanted Don on that hot, steamy afternoon in the schoolyard? Talk about inappropriate!

Don returned with the boys in tow. They said something she didn’t hear. He touched her shoulder.

“Hey, Allison? You all right?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“You’re all red. Let’s find some shade.”

He led them to a bench under a tree. But shade wouldn’t fix what was wrong with her. She made an excuse and hurried to the ladies’ room. Maybe splashing cold water on her face would help. And maybe it wouldn’t.   

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