Now I need to bend over

You can't look away from that ass, perfectly framed and offered up like an answer to something you didn't know you were asking.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, the kind of want that skips past thought entirely and lands somewhere more honest. You notice the curve, the deliberate angle, the quiet dare in the pose.

You know exactly what bending over like that does to a person watching. You're that person now, hands restless, breath a little shorter than it was a moment ago.