Peryl's Envisions - Blue Caverns: Part ONE of TWO.
I caught myself staring at him. I should have been concentrating on what I was there for but I couldn’t avert my eyes from him. They were pouring warm water over him. Making his white cotton shirt transparent, helping me to figure out what his body looked like underneath. The contours of his body became more visible as they soaked him, the sopping garment sticking to his body like glue. His arms had hard sweeping bulges where his muscles lie. His tan making the shirt turn a dirty white. He was even more magnificent when he was wet. I watched as he ran his man size hands through his drenched, dark hair. Was I really going to kiss him again? I couldn’t help but feel envious of myself. I noticed my eyes wander down his face to which they stopped to look at his lips. They were full. Not like a man’s lips should be. His bottom lip more plump then his top. They weren’t full of color, they were more peachy then pink. His bronzed skin tone made them stand out, despite their fair color. I couldn’t wait to kiss them again. I couldn’t wait to feel them pressed against my own lips once more, which in turn I dared to hope he examined as thoroughly as I did his. So many people had asked me how I felt about kissing James Bond. My only ever answer was a lie. I told them all how I wasn’t kissing James Bond or Pierce Brosnan. I was kissing Sam Carmichael. I’d tell them I was Donna and she would be the only woman present when ‘action’ was shouted across the set of Mamma Mia! I’d tell them I was too in character to think of it like that, but of course I was lying. I was in fact more nervous then I’d ever been about anything I’d ever had to do on a movie set before. I was kissing Pierce Brosnan. The man I couldn’t get out of my mind for the past three months. The man I’d dreamt about so improperly I didn’t even like to admit it to myself. I know what caused it. That night he touched my arm so tenderly and looked into my eyes as he spoke to me. I felt like...