#steven and iris finz

[duanecbrooks]

The Bare Essentials

 It has come into being that among my favorite visions that I come up with during my sexual-fantasy periods is the one where I'm the focal point of a lust-driven female voyeur as I'm drying myself off after having taken a cleansing and relaxing shower.            Allow me to clarify--and let me, before doing so, lay my cards on the table. This particular fantasy--and also allow me to say that I am and always have been fully aware that what I conjure up is and always has been a fantasy; I have no desire or intent to in any sense set out to bring it to fruition--was influenced by a turn-on activity that was described by "Russell," a 46-year-old oceanography teacher to Steven and Iris Finz in their folks'-sexual-fantasies-compilation What Turns Us On.            Having said that: This particular Walter Mittyism begins with a pair of female eyes peering out of a held-open spot on these Venetian blinds, said eyes, in my imagination, belonging to a young single mother and, in that role, I've cast the former In Living Color White Girl--and current Ms. George Stephanopoulos--Ali Wentworth. The aforementioned eyes are aimed at my bathroom and there's an intensely expectant look in them. Cut to: A closed shower curtain with water running behind it. The water soon stops and I step out of the shower, one long, lean leg at a time and freely displaying one well-pedicured, well-turned bare foot at a time (I know full well that the Ali character is lustfully gazing at me through her blinds, as I've seen her do it many times before). Then, upon being completely out of the shower--and giving Ali a mega-generous look at me full-frontal--I reach behind me and grab a towel that's hanging upon this rack that's in front of the shower and commence to slowly drying off my chest, running said towel seductively over my abs and my pecs and paying particular attention to my man-nipples, with Ali hungrily eyeing me all the while. Next up is me turning around and running the aforementioned towel first across my back, then across my ass, giving Ali a good, dead-on look at it and keeping her fixated on me (at this moment, on my bare ass).            Moving on: I put one consecutive foot after another upon this nearby chair and affectionately dry off my long, lean legs. Then I put one consecutive foot upon said chair and lovingly dry off my feet, giving special time to my well-pedicured toes, going over and between them, warmly rubbing them, sending the towel across and in-between them, giving the aforementioned towel a good, strong work-out. All along Ali remains rooted behind her blinds, her ever-widening eyes and the growing excitement emanating from them clearly communicating the fact that she's becoming more and more turned-on.              Going forward: Having finished toweling off my crucial areas, I, towel over my arm, saunter over to the medicine cabinet--all the while giving Ali a good view of my lusciously (to her) undraped chassis--open up said cabinet, and lean in to it, checking out what's inside and, by doing so, providing Ali with another mouth-watering (for her) look at my bare legs and my bare ass. At last finally I take this container of lotion from the cabinet, and, standing with my legs spread apart and facing the window--all so that Ali can get another uber-healthy look at me full-frontal--begin to apply the lotion to my upper regions, paying special attention to my abs and to my pecs and, in particular, to my man-nipples, fingering them and patting them down with ever-more-sensuous fervor. Then I coat my thighs with my lotion, moving my hands up and down them, slowly and sexily. After which I turn my back and lustily spread the lotion all over my naked ass, again giving Ali a super-generous view of it and again driving her wild (as evidenced by the lust-crazed look in her eyes). At last finally, again putting one foot after the other upon the earlier-mentioned chair, I apply said lotion to my long, lean legs, sultrily spreading them all over the aforementioned toes, making Ali even crazier. And, as a capper, I proceed to apply the lotion onto and between my toes, getting upon and between every crevice, every bump, every splotch of skin. I caress and pamper every area of my toes with the lotion and, in the process, have Ali climbing the walls with desire (inside). At last finally, having done all that I need to do post-shower, I hang the towel back upon the rack and, after once again turning toward the window and smiling--my way of giving a shout-out to the Ali character, which sends her into virtual ecstasy--I sashay out of the bathroom, thus giving Ali a mucho marvelous (from her viewpoint) side view and bringing to a close her daily dose of fierce visual splendor.            It was the legendary 1960s popular singer Bobby Darin who famously crooned:                                              "Each night I hope and pray                                             A dream lover will come my way."              It is a monumental joy and a monumental thrill to imagine myself as the "dream lover" who--in the optical sense--every day "comes" the Ali Wentworth character's "way."