Horny

She unfolded before him like a ripe pomegranate spreading its sepals for the summer. From above, the Mediterranean sunshine pooled between her bare thighs. He could not tear his eyes away from her glistening collarbones. For a second, as she lifted herself from the pool, a stiff breeze blew from the southeast, pleasantly cool. Through the sheer wet fabric of her nightgown he could see two small nubs. Her nipples: pebbling from the cold. He could see them standing fat and upright and felt a surge of desire so strong it nearly felled him. He thought only of tearing the nightgown from her body to reveal the petal-soft line of her waist.

He looked down then and saw himself, all 12 inches in length, 3 inches in diameter, leaning slightly to the left. There was a delicate slit at his circumsised tip, through which he would eventually secrete the milky white symbol of his passion. He could see it in his mind, pooling from her juicy cavern, where he would spill himself.
But that would be later. For now, she was still pulling herself from the ladderless pool. She glanced down, and saw the shadow of the colossal jut of his member.

“God,” she said. “I’m quite horny.”