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He almost couldn't bear it - so close. She was in such close proximity his knees quivered and sent trembles down his bare legs, from the hem of his shorts to the tips of his toes. A skilled manoeuvre and she was pressed against him, and he could feel her heart beating fast with anticipation and excitement. Taking a deep breath, he moved one arm to either side of her waist, his face hovering inches above her own. A scent, the familiar mixture of her shampoo and skin products filled his nose as their movement pressed them nearer and nearer. The downy hair on her leg brushed against the courser ones on his as she moved, sending a spasm down his calf. He crashed face first onto the white plastic mat scattered with coloured circles. Misty leapt up in triumph, holding two fingers aloft above her head as a sign of victory.

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