Well now. I have got a story that should blow your mind… and maybe something else. So lets get started and get down to the nitty gritty.
It all started when I began work with this new construction company that would put up condos and houses. My first day there, I noticed this great looking brunette that was in the prefabrication pit constructing the frame for a wall. Just watching her made me want to walk over to her and introduce myself, but due to my nature, I kept quiet and simply went about my business, which I was going to find out was more than I bargained for.
I was sent to start on the second floor, hoisting the wall up from ground level and nailing it down. I caught myself constantly looking back to the pit and the brunette within it, still making the walls for the second floor. From up here, I got a great view down her t-shirt and I was more than impressed with what I saw.
She kneeled down there, stapling away, oblivious to my eyes watching her until she stopped and looked up towards me and my friend Dave. I turned my head quickly, but I knew it was too late and that she had seen me staring. Dave on the other hand, had been working there for some time and knew her pretty well, so he offered to introduce me to her when the lunch break came around. Of course, I agreed.
Finally, lunch came around and I looked at Dave with what must have been the stupidest grin a person could wear. Needless to say, I froze when Me and Dave met up with her at the trailer. Though I was shaking her hand and looking right at her face, I was as speechless as a sixteen year old child meeting some hot movie star. She laughed and pried my hand from hers so she could go eat and all I could do was grab my lunch and walk off to the nearby schoolyard. I felt like the biggest idiot, but I knew that I could fix it later when it was break time.
Again, I was on the second floor, nailing up the walls and keeping up a good pace of work, my mind wandering to the great view I had gotten of that woman from up there, not even caring that I couldn't remember her name. Eventually, it was break time and my chance to redeem myself. I walked up to her and asked her for a cigarette, even though I had my own in my pocket which were clearly visible, she agreed and gave me one of hers.
"Sorry about earlier." I said before lighting my cigarette, "Just a little slow today from lack of sleep." She didn't seem to care since she was looking over at my friend Dave. I figured that I might as well get her attention, so I held out my hand, "Forgot your name too. Mind telling me again?" I asked, wondering just how stupid I must look. "It's Sarah. And it's ok. My tits must have looked pretty good from up there if you can't remember my name" she said with a grin as she shook my hand.
Needless to say, I got a little flushed and let go of her hand, puffing away on my cigarette vigorously. "Yeah. Sorry about that" I muttered, knowing that it was a lie and I enjoyed it plenty. She shrugged and looked around, "Don't worry about it. All the guys here stare at me like that, but Tanya gets more attention than me." she giggled, "And no, she isn't here if you're wondering who she is."
I was wondering but I had no intentions of ignoring Sarah either, "Well. I guess I'll have to be careful. Sounds like you might get jealous." I said with a mild chuckle, flicking the butt of my cigarette into the dirt. She looked at me a little cold, as I seemed to have touched a nerve, "Well, when you have all these hot guys around and you're not getting any, then yeah, I suppose I would."
I was surprised that she'd admit that and even more so by my response, "Then how about you come over to my house for a couple drinks after work?" I asked, mentally scolding myself for being so blunt, but soon that scolding became praise as she agreed, on the condition that I would fuck her. I shrugged and started to let the asshole part of me take control, "We'll see what happens when that time comes." I said before walking away and back up to finish my work.
Once it was time to head home and get a good nights rest, Sarah met me at my car. She was sitting on the hood, something I really hated since my ride was a nice 69 Camaro. But I let it slide and walked up to the passenger side door, opening it before walking around and hopping in, turning the radio on and turning up the tunes. She touched my radio and changed the station, another thing I really hated. If she was trying to get on my nerves, she was doing a great fucking job of it.
We were pretty much at my place when she placed her hand on my knee and slid it up my leg, "So? When do we get to work?" she asked eagerly, ready for a good fuck. I shook my head and pulled into the driveway, getting out and walking up to the door. I looked back at the car to see that she was looking rather disappointed. She soon followed me inside where I grabbed a couple beers and tossed one to her, "So how long have you been working for Harold?" I asked, steering the conversation away from sex. She shrugged and opened her beer, taking a sip and turning on the T.V. "Almost a year." She muttered, clearly upset that we weren't in bed yet.
