He was tall with a long, lean, trim body. He was facing the door, standing in front of me. His dark nipples were clearly evident through the soggy shirt. He was drenched from the rain, and his cotton shirt was sticking to his chest, outlining every muscle. Just as the elevator doors started to close, a man who lived a floor above me ran into the elevator. I had just come in from the rain and was stepping onto the elevator in my apartment building, holding my umbrella by my side. This unbeleivable experience happened several years ago and goes to prove that initiative pays off.
