Nude on the Job by Trionyx,Trionyx

“What was that for?”

“Tank, some men give women the willies. Chad is one of them. He is always staring at me, and not in a nice way. I feel like he’s sizing up his prey.”

“Want me to say anything to him or his boss?”

“No, I don’t want your business to suffer. I’ll just make myself scarce whenever he’s around. OK?”

“Alright, we can do that. So, let’s get going,” Tank said.

We decided to redo the wall board first, then the flooring, then the baseboards. Finally, we would paint. It was surprisingly easy to replace the wall board. We only needed two feet wide strips and they were easy to handle and one of us would hold the piece in place while the other used the wallboard drill. Once all the pieces were in, Tank asked me to putty the screw holes and tape the joints while he started on the subflooring in the other room. Before we knew it, lunchtime had arrived. We went out to the truck and grabbed our food and sat there on the steps of the cabin while we ate. Halfway through the food I realized we had been naked all morning and at lunch and it seemed to be pretty much routine.

“You’d think we were having lunch on any old job, the way we’re sitting here,” I laughed.

“Yeah, it’s almost like I forgot it.”

“Oooh, Tank, look at that guy over there, No! Don’t stare, just take a peek.” I was interested in what appeared to be a guy in his twenties and man, was he built. Nice muscles, lean torso, no gut. Sweet.

“Luce, I can’t believe you. You’re worse than some guys I know.”

“Hey, a girl’s gotta get her appetite somewhere.”

“Yeah, but you don’t see me staring at the women now, do you?”

“No, but you should.”

“If I did, well, it’d be all over for me. The women would see it from a hundred yards away and would run screaming for the bushes.”

“If so, maybe they’d be wanting you to follow them, ya think?”

“Nope. Not a chance.”

“Tank, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re a nice guy, handsome, you know. A girl would be lucky to get you.”

“A carpenter/contractor? Hardly.”

That kind of pissed me off. I stood up right in front of him so his eyes were right even with my pussy. “You are an idiot. You don’t know shit about women and what they like in a man. Take me for instance: I like you. You are fun. Fair. Hard working. Attractive. Friendly. The list goes on.”

Tank kept looking down at the ground before he spoke, “OK, if you say so. Now, would you please move away so I’m not staring right at your lady bits?”

“I will when you look at me in the eyes and say ‘You are right, Lucy, I am a catch’.”

He muttered a few seconds, looked up slowly to my eyes. I could tell his eyes lingered a second on my pubes and boobs.

“You are right, Lucy. I am a catch,” he said, “Happy?” he asked as I noted his cock stirring again.

“Yes. Now let’s get back to work before that thing gets so big you won’t be able to lay flooring,” I teased. I started to turn away when I felt a loud smack right on my ass! “You little shit,” I cried.

“Deserved it.”

“Did not,” I retorted, trying to look unhappy. “I was just having fun.”

“Well, so was I.”

“Oh,” I said, “You like it rough, eh?”

“No, not really, but it was fun putting you in your place. Now let’s get back to work.”

The rest of the afternoon was hard work, plain and simple. No way to sugarcoat it at all. By four thirty or so we were beat. We had done a lot. The wall board was ready for texture, the subflooring was in as well as half of the final flooring. We were quite pleased with how well things had gone. At this rate, Tank told me, we’d be done before the weekend for a job that was potentially a two-week job. You never know with remodels and repairs. Surprises usually turn up, but so far none had for us.

Tank

We wrapped up the day, stored all the tools and flooring inside and took off for home. We dressed at the ‘dressing shack’ and we drove back to my office. Lucy still needed to get her car. Once we got there we stood outside and talked about the job and a bit more about a local political race which was heating up. Next she talked about her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, I guess I should say. She was still mad about what had happened but at the same time admitted the relationship was never going to last forever. Finally, she took off and I drove back to my place.