Tank
About an hour after we split at the office, I pulled into Lucy’s place with a six-pack of a local brewery’s sampler pack. I had quickly showered and even put on a nice shirt over my newer jeans. I hopped over to her porch and knocked.
“Hi, Tank. Come in,” she smiled and ushered me inside. I had been there once or twice before, but this was the first time I’d be staying for any time. She had it nicely fixed up, the furniture was used but clean and she had obviously painted recently.
“Nice place, Luce. Who did your painting?” I teased.
“I happen to know how much painters charge and so I took some of my new skills to do it myself. Look OK?”
“No, yeah, looks great. You better not be planning on branching out and competing against me,” I laughed.
“Not a chance of that. You get all the paperwork and tax headaches and I get to just work,” she said as she turned to me from the kitchen.
Then I saw it, or rather them. She had no bra on; that I was certain of. Her nipples poked out and seemed to tease me as she walked and leaned over the table. And her breasts looked so good. I couldn’t believe what my mind was doing. All day we were naked or nearly naked and working side-by-side and I was able to finally ignore our nudity. But here, I was attracted to a pair of minimally cover tits! Oh, how crazy was that?
She went back in the kitchen and I followed her and opened the beers with a bottle opener she tossed my way. I held mine up to hers and offered, “Cheers!”
She replied ‘Cheers’ and took a long swallow. With her head turned up I could see her neck which seemed to be quite enticing in its own way.
“Ahh, nice brew. Thanks.”
“No prob. Thanks for the invite for dinner.”
Once the meal was ready, we went over and ate at a little table which barely had room for two. Our conversation was mainly about the job and some future potential bids. We also told each other a bit about ourselves. I knew she had a family back east, but that night she told me for the first time her mother was upset at Lucy’s career choice.
“She thinks I can do so much ‘better’ than this,” she said, “But I’ve told her I’m happy, supporting myself and paying taxes. At least I’m not on the dole, using or turning tricks.”
“What about your dad?”
“I think secretly he’s envious. He always liked tinkering in his shop. Maybe that’s where I got my love for this kind of work. Dunno. What about you?”
“My father was never in the picture. Mom struggled when I was young and then met a great guy when I was ten or so. It took me a long time to not hate him and to accept him. I think it was while I was in the service that I finally realized what a great person he is. We try to go hunting each fall, just the two of us. Honestly, it doesn’t matter if we get anything. The time together is what counts.”
“Your mom?”
“Great lady. Very supportive when I was growing up. I know I was a shit to her when Bill came along, but she’s forgiven me by now. I tell her every chance I get how lucky she is and how happy I am for the two of them.”
We chatted a bit until I realized it was getting close to ten and I needed some shut-eye. When I left, she stood halfway behind the door, holding the handle and smiling a tiny bit. As I got into my truck it hit me: that posture and her look suggested someone who didn’t want me to leave. I wondered about it as I drove home and crashed as soon as I could.
Lucy
When I went to bed, I realized I had totally enjoyed Tank’s visit. He was nice and seemed to have his head screwed on straight when it came to his less-than-ideal childhood. And he was easy on the eyes. I had to laugh to myself. I had seen him naked most of the day but when he came over wearing a nice shirt with snug jeans, I looked at him in a new light. It took me awhile to fall asleep as I thought about him.
The next morning, we met at the office and, as usual, he drove us over to the job site. Hopping out at the dressing cabin happened without any hesitation. By then we had gotten used to stripping down. As we drove down the road to the cabin, I glanced over at him through the corner of my eye. I had seen his cock before, several times, and frequently when it was erect. But on that morning, I realized I liked it. Nice size, nice shape, uncircumcised. And, thank God, he wasn’t manscaped. A sudden thought ran through my mind: I wanted to taste it.
Whoa! Where had that come from? He was my boss and had never stepped over the line with me. But still, the thought lingered until we pulled up to the cabin.
Work was pretty straight forward. I finished the baseboards, caulked them and laid a primer coat over everything. Tank pulled out his table saw and finished most of the new cabinet. We agreed with any luck we’d be able to finish the painting the next day and hopefully stain the cabinet. Then one more day for final touch-ups and we’d be done. And a few days early. Yoo-hoo! I was looking forward to a few days off.
Several times during the day I looked over at him while he was working. I had always liked how he looked and, of course, I’d already seen him naked. But there was something different. Was it my new status as single? Our comfortable evening the night before? I didn’t know, but there was something nice about watching him work. I could see his brawny muscles ripple and flex as he picked up wood and ran it through the saw.
“What are you looking at?” he asked, surprising me out of a bit of a daydream.
“Uh, nothing,” I answered lamely.
“So, I’m nothing, am I?” he teased.
“You know what I mean. I was just watching you ripping the cedar plank.”
“Nice save, Luce. Nice save,” he grinned at me.
Around four we called it quits and packed things up. I was nearly finished with my work while he still had a few hours to finish and stain the cabinet. On the way home, he volunteered to finish my work and suggested I take the next day off. When we were close to town, he got a call from an older woman who needed some wallboard repaired and painted. Apparently, her drug-abusing son came in higher than a kite and tried to get her to give him money. When she refused and called the cops, he went ballistic and smashed a hole in her wall. Tank turned and watched me as he spoke to her and I heard him say he would send out his assistant to do an assessment. While I was bummed I wouldn’t get the whole day off, I was pleased he’d let me do the evaluation.
Once he hung up, I said, “You’re so mean. Give me the day off but you still make me work.”
“Hey, it will take you five minutes to say ‘Hi,’ measure the hole and give her an estimate.”
“Oh, sure,” I pretended to pout, “While you do real work, I get to hold the little old lady’s hand.”
He didn’t understand I was teasing him so he launched into a mini-lecture of how the process of seeing the client first was so important, yada, yada, yada.
He finished up his little spiel as we pulled up and I started to laugh at him. “You bozo, don’t know when I’m teasing you?”
He looked kind of sheepish and grinned. “You little shit, you had me there.”
“Good. Lucy one, Tank zero,” I teased further. “I’d be glad to help out. I can visit her in the morning and get the rest of the day off. And thanks for trusting me with this, I mean it,” I said as I reached across the console and squeezed his arm.