One of my best friends in high school rodeoed. At Halloween during my senior year they allowed costumes, within a stricture. He came as a cowboy, complete with chaps. He didn't go home that night until he begged me for mercy. He almost didn't get to leave anyway. Gawd that made me so hot seeing his ass like that, then he turned around. I ruined my panties almost instantly. Thank gawd I was wearin em, or there might have been a wet spot in my britches that would have been hard to explain.
After that, well, that's been all it takes for me to do the female version of instant brain meltdown wood popping. Wearing a pair of chaps around me (not the sheepskin ones either) is garaunteed to get you laid. Alot.
This guy at work, a total hottie, tends to lean over my shoulder to look at my computer when helping me.. he doesn't realize it, but..oh gawd, hot breath of air across the side of my neck, makes me melt everytime.
Same guy has a habit of staring at his computer & unconsciously, sloooooowly licking his full, luscious *my, is it getting hot in here?* bottom lip...
To borrow a famous quote, "Oh shit oh dear!" it's gonna be one of thooooose nights again.