connection needed to be broken to disengage my big mouth! It was almost like I was hearing myself in the third person! Why was I telling this guy this? Had I lost my mind? At what point would he hit me and run screaming from my condo?

He said, "Wow, so you're like my perfect girl, except that you're a guy!"

"Yeah, that's kind of a deal breaker, huh."

We both laughed, and I figured that was the end of that. Then, he threw his head back and closed his eyes and let out a sigh. I was looking at him and thinking how beautiful his body was; from his long perfectly shaped toes to his beautiful shaved head, he was just so sexy. It wasn't just his appearance, though; he seemed to have an energy about him that just drew me to him. Then, without warning, he said, "Well, Dude, if you ever get the urge to give a guy a massage or something like that, you can call me. I can always use one."

What the hell just happened? I wondered. Did he just say what I thought he said? My thoughts were interrupted when he said, "In fact, I could use a nice massage right now." My eyes shot up, and he had lifted his head and was looking at me with this half smile that said, "I fuckin' know you want this!" And, he was right! As if fantasizing about it openly, he said "Starting with my feet, working up my legs, and just keep going. I'm beat today." He paused as he looked into my stunned face, laughed and said, "Don't worry about it, dude. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." This was it. This was the very second in a guy's life where he feels helm control being transferred from the bridge to engineering! I suddenly had his foot in my hand and was massaging it. "Nice, that's more like it, dude." he said.

This guy was totally under the radar. A couple hours ago, I had him pegged for an innocent farm boy from Nebraska, and now he was encouraging me as I massaged his feet. Commending me on how well I was serving him. I was blindsided, but at that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to please this guy.

As my mind desperately tried to determine when it lost control and how we got to this point, he said "Mmmmmmm, that feels so awesome!" Then, he got up and said, "Okay if I grab another beer?"

"Sure," I said.

I immediately felt disappointment and rejection at the fact that he took his foot from my hands, and got up. I figured this was his way of escaping an awkward situation, but then he opened his beer and returned to the sofa. He raised his eyebrows expectantly and said, "Now, where were we?" As he took off his shirt and laid back, putting his foot back in my reach. As I took that big foot back into my hand, I looked up the length of his body. I was relieved that I hadn't done something to disappoint him and that he was even more comfortable than before.

He had a perfect build, tall and slender, and it was easy to see he was one of those people gifted with it. His body was proportionate, with a muscular tone to it. Not much hair on his chest, but some on his legs, and a beautiful trail leading from his