I don’t know if you know this but I was in Abercrombie and Fitch last weekend.Although I’m generally over the Abercrombie clothing line, sometimes I find myself hypnotically charmed into the store by the odiferous bouquet of Abercrombie cologne. Walking through the main entrance, I’m warmingly greeted by an oversized male torso chiseled and stuffed with sexual hyperbole.
“such promise” I imagine, as I gawk at the suggestive photos wallpapered around.
Pupils dilated, I follow the thunderous dance beat, careening my wants towards everything virile and manly. My sensation of touch becomes hyperactive and my fingers reach out for anything I can caress. Wooden tables and racks hold the clothing I start to experiment with. Digging through neatly folded muscle T’s, overturning piles of long-sleeve henleys and picking up garments to my nose, I embrace the purely fierce scent of frat jock.
I’m dizzy, except I don’t care. It can be a bit oversensualizing, but luckily the friendly Abercrombie Brand Representatives are there to assuage the pressure. Frolicking in the pants and bottoms section, I don’t notice one gliding towards me.
“Hi, errrm...can I help u find something?” he seductively suggests .
Caught thrusting my fingers through the holes of some destroyed jeans, I freeze. while feeling the warm sting of a hot blush in my face, I’m able to utter a guffaw.
“ha…..umm…naah, I’m good” I sheepishly twain.
Standing at over 6 feet tall, his floppy chocolate hair and smooth auburn skin imposed a commanding vibe over me. Muscle Tee stuffed with genuine muscles, chest puffed out to there, teeth gleaming white with the latest application of Crest whitening strips, I imagine what kind of help he could exactly give me.
“I’m eeerrr...just browsin yeer, you know…stuff-- but yeah, thanks..heh…heh…” and grin.
“cool” he reverberatingly mumbles.
Leaving me, he swaggers over to the ladies section. But before he gets too far away he turns around and gives me a look which trembles the fruit in my loom.
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