Barbie Doll

She massages the oil into her legs, feeling the taut muscles within.
The sun baking her skin, turning it a deep golden color.
She flips over and looks up, startled she sees a man, gawking at her.
He has thick glasses and is pressed up against the wrought iron fence.
His cock is pressed against his jeans.
His hand moves away from his crotch, she knows he was stroking himself.

Time stands still as their eyes meet. He is unsure of what to do, caught doing what he does best.
She stares at the man, her brain spinning as she tries to figure out the best plan of action.

“Like what you see?” She whispers those words in a deep sexy voice.
The man turns and runs as fast as he can, away from the Barbie Doll.