The Feeling Of Being Female In The Presence Of Sexually Hungry Males

For a summer I was a lifeguard at a public beach. Everyone is dressed down to the most basic, males and females. From my sitting viewpoint I was able to really size up the boys and the girls. For that summer I was very conscious of being female, and my body style and shape as compared to males. Out sized beside males, fully cognizant I was viewed as an eligible female. The male aggression, their sexual posturing, the females being either noticeably receptive, or just as noticeably defensive.

It's so obvious you are being hunted, and given the male you go fully receptive. I continue with my over sensed awareness of my female form, and this one big adult male who has me captive. I'm not fast enough to escape him, his voice alone can bring me to a halt and give him my undivided attention.