He pulled the sweat soaked T-shirt up his belly. He strips it off over his head and the dampness of secret places is exposed to the air. Arms raised, the tingle of evaporating moisture is like a kiss from invisible lips against the curve of his armpit. The air licks the sweat from the back of his neck.
He left his boots and belt in the bedroom protecting the leather from steam laden air. Dropping his pants the dampness between his legs receives the same invisible kisses and licks as his armpits. He strips for his shower with sensual abandon.