“Dammit, Lucy, just quit it. Here you pushed your ass out to me and displayed everything and now you tease me when I react like a red-blooded male!”
I realized he might be getting a bit pissed, so I let my grin fade and talked in a more serious tone, “OK, Tank, I’m sorry. It’s just that at times I like being looked at. When I go to clubs, I wear sexy things. I enjoy it when the guys stare. And here I like it when you stare. It gives me a bit of an ego boost.
“You know,” I went on, “Very few if any women truly believe they are attractive. We all find faults in our figures or faces or hair and concentrate on those. Here I know I’m attractive. I can look at your,” I paused and giggled before I could go on, “I can look at your Peter-Meter! It tells me everything I need to know.”
Tank groaned at my sick joke, turned away from me and fired up the truck. We hit the delivery cabin and quickly got dressed. I left my panties on the seat and went commando and I noticed Tank put on his overalls but no shirt. We were clearly getting more comfortable with less clothing.
At the dump we were able to clear out the debris in no time and started to head back to town. It was still fairly early but it made no sense to drive back to the site. We dropped by the lumber yard and ordered sheetrock, subflooring and vinyl plank flooring to be delivered the next morning. We’d have to meet them at the delivery cabin, offload all the supplies from their rig, then onto ours and then offload again at the cabin.
Tank
Once the order was completed, I tuned to Lucy and offered to buy her a brew. It wasn’t often we finished the day this way, but I figured we needed something to celebrate our first full day of nudism. And I needed to pay her back for the beer invite a week or so before. I headed towards the Rusty Nail, a small bar which featured fancy brews and remarkably good burgers.
“Care for a beer and a burger? My treat.”
“Sure, anytime you pay, I’ll be there. You see,” she laughed, “I have this stingy boss who doesn’t pay worth shit…”
Her talking was interrupted by my reaching over and tickling her while we were stopped at a light. She kept laughing so I tickled her a bit more when suddenly I realized she had twisted and I was feeling her left boob. I pulled my hand back like I had been zapped by a live outlet.
“Oops, sorry.”
“Oh, Tank, no sweat. Forget it.”
But, how could I? I had seen those tits all day long and I liked them. They were perfect on her and I was, like I said, a red-blooded male who was visually centered. And the vision part of the brain was quite happy. But then I accidentally grabbed a boob when I was tickling her. How could I be so dense. I could be setting myself up for a ton of legal trouble if things got out of hand. I apologized again once I had parked the truck and she seemed to pooh-pooh the whole thing.
We had a nice burger and we each had a couple of large beers. I was feeling pretty good by then. It was still fairly early; I had eaten a good burger with a mess of fries and the little buzz felt good. I felt safe to drive and offered to drop her off at the office to pick up her car.
“Tank, I’d better not. I don’t think I should be driving. Do you mind dropping me off at home?”
“No sweat. I can pick you up in the morning, too. Your car should be OK at the office.”
“Probably. But I wonder what Linda would say if she saw my car there all night.”
“Oh, she won’t see it. She almost never goes to this end of town. Don’t worry.”
“Tank, I’m not worried. But you should be if you want your little FWB arrangement to continue.”
By then we’d arrived at her place, a nice little two-bedroom rental on a small horse farm. She thanked me for the dinner and hopped out of the truck. I always wait for a woman to safely get in her house when I drop her off, so I sat there watching Lucy’s ass as she walked to her door. She grabbed a key, opened the door and as she went through, waved at me over her shoulder.
On the way back to my place I kept thinking about the day. Work had turned out good and it looked like we’d be able to finish the job fairly quickly. If we finished a day early, that was like a free vacation day. I know I’d enjoy it and maybe Lucy could take off and go visit her boyfriend.
Lucy
I was a bit tipsy when I got home that night and I desperately wanted to get into a tub of hot, soapy water and relax. I was about to step in the tub when my phone chimed. Thinking it was Tank, I answered without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey, Lucy, how’re you doing?”
“Oh, Smitty, I was just getting into the tub. Give me a few seconds and I’ll talk.” I crawled into the tub and carefully put the phone on speaker to talk with my BF.
“So, what’s up?”
“Not much. Tank and I started a new job today.”
“Yeah? What?”
I knew Smitty would be upset if he knew much about the job and the naked thing, so I thought I’d talk hammers and nails. “Oh, we’re doing a repair at a cabin. They had some water damage and …”
“Water damage? It hasn’t rained in weeks.”
“Oh, they had a pipe break, flooded the main part of the cabin.”
“So, in town there?”
“No, a bit out of town towards Henderson.”
“Not much out that way, is there? Except for a nudist camp, that is.”
I must have hesitated a bit because he went on, “You’re not working out there, are you?”
“Uh,” I said guiltily, “Yeah, it’s one of their cabins.”
“Well, you be careful. Don’t let one of those nudists try to get you naked on the job.”
“It won’t be a problem.”
“Why not? Are you already naked?”
Such an innocent throw-away question I’m sure he asked to keep conversation going. But I knew if I lied and he found out, the shit would fly. So, I answered, “Uh, yeah, we gotta be naked once we’re on the property. We wear safety clothes on the job.”
“You’re shittin’ me! You’re naked on the job! With your boss?”
“Yeah. It’s not a big deal, really. It’s more of a problem for him, actually.”
“What? Is he popping boners?”
“Well, sometimes, I guess.”
“Listen, Luce. You listen to me! You gotta stop. Tell him you can’t do it anymore.”
“Why? We got over our nerves and finished a bit early today. No big deal!”
“I don’t want some guy looking at my girl. It’s that simple. And maybe you shouldn’t be looking at him.”
“Smitty, please stop being that way. I have a good job, get paid well and I like my boss, so I’m willing to swallow my pride and just do the job.”
“Maybe you like him too much. Maybe that’s why you wouldn’t move here with me.”
“Honey, please don’t be that way. I like him as a boss, not as a boyfriend. You’re the boyfriend.”
There was a few second pause as he took in a couple of deep breaths before he let the hammer drop. “Luce, if you don’t stop doing this job, I’m not sure we should continue to see each other.”
“Are you fuckin’ serious? I’m doing my work. I’m not screwing the boss and I am planning on screwing you this weekend. Give me a little credit, would you?”
Another few seconds of deep breathing echoed in my ear before he answered, “I guess this is it. Don’t bother coming over this weekend. Take care. Bye.”
I sat there stunned looking at my now silent phone. I sank down into the water and washed my hair and body before rinsing off with a twenty second shower. My mind was racing the whole time. “How could he?” “The nerve!” “He’s got no right to demand that.” “Maybe this was meant to be.” “Maybe he’s met someone and this is just an excuse to dump me.” But mainly, once the shock wore off, I was pissed. I always knew this wasn’t going to be the big romance of my life, but I thought I’d at least be treated with a little respect. And here I was dumped over such a silly thing.