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I am in my mid-twenties, and I am told that I am a cute little hottie. I hardly ever need to shave, I have nice, smooth skin, and a nice full head of soft, light brown hair that is*not hippie-length but long enough. I've also been told that if I styled my hair*a certain way, put on some lipstick and a dress, that I could pass for a girl (but that's for another story). I guess you could say that I am a girly-boy. My fondest fantasy is to be rescued from danger by a strong, handsome man, to whom I show my gratitude by giving myself to him.*I had always had a particular fantasy that I longed to fufill. In this fantasy, he saves me*from drowning,*gives me mouth to mouth*and isvecbahis then...takes me. Over last summer, I developed a heavy crush on a guy who is in charge of a state park nearby. He's about 6 feet tall, somewhere in his 30's or early 40's and soooo handsome. Even though he wears his park service uniform (khaki shirt and pants, a green tie, sometimes a green jacket) I can tell that he has one hot body. So can the girls, who spent a lot of time last summer hanging around his cabin (He lives there,*by himself! I often wondered if he had any of the girls who fawned over him, as openly as I*did secretly). I*made up my mind that I would make my move, and make isveçbahis giriş my dream come true. It was early September. The weather was still warm. The park was open, but would be closing down in a few days. Except*on the weekends, there was nobody around, except the object of my fantasy.*I went there on a Wednesday. I parked in a lot and walked toward a big, slow-moving creek that wound its way into the lake. I knew that it was deep. My heart began to beat faster; I can't swim, and am terrified of drowning. But in a strange way, this fear is also a turn-on. I can't explain it. Maybe it's the helplessness, the vulnerability, which in my dreams leads to the isveçbahis yeni giriş best part: my handsome hero. As I approached the creek bank, my heart beat even faster. There he was! A few hundred feet upstream, at the boat launch, repainting some signage. Wearing the uniform that made*me SO hot. As for me, I was wearing my nicest suit and tie. I*LOVE getting wet in my clothes, it*is*SUCH a turn-on (and, another story).*The nicer the clothes, the bigger the turn-on. Now, my cock was throbbing inside my pants, keeping time with the beating of my heart.I had to make sure that he noticed me.*I walked toward him, nervously fitting a cigarette into my holder. (Yes, another turn-on, cigarette holders. I think they're very sexy). I asked him for a light. He obliged, as I did my best to keep from trembling. I*looked right into his eyes as I thanked him, then, awkwardly, turned and walked upstream.