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As soon as I finished checking in the car behind him, I realized my nipples were hard and straining against my bra. I smiled thinking about the way he licked his lips as he drove away, and started thinking about his tongue circling my nipples instead. I told myself to save that thought for later, and got back to work.

About 20 minutes later, I was surprised to see him pull through again. He admitted he'd circled around to see me because he wanted to tell me that he admired the confidence shown in my pictures. "You're just like, BAM!, this is me! Here I am!" He smiled and licked his lips again, before quietly whispering "And here you are..."Tension grew more in that moment, it was palpable, before he winked again and drove off.

The weekend was spent, at least on my end, with roving fingers and edging. Such a delicious torment.

The following week, he came through and jokingly asked how my photo shoot went because he "hadn't seen or heard anything about it." Taking the bait, I showed him another picture and he commented on my tattoos and how he remembered me talking about them but was happy to be able to see them. I touched his arm as we talked and when I did, he bit his lip ever so slightly. His other hand had moved to his lap, but I couldn't see anything beyond that.

A week later, he came in again, and looked ready to say something. Thankfully, before he opened his mouth to say whatever he had planned, he realized I had a trainee. His had flew to his mouth as he stopped his words, and laughed out an "Oh, you have mixed company..." I smiled at him, wrinkled my nose a little and he winked as he drove on. I mentally cursed my trainee for ruining the potential flirty fun.

The next week, I was feeling brazen and wanting to make up for the missed fun from the week before. I had received referral cards in the mail from my photographer with one of my pictures on them. I decided he needed one, and tucked it in my shirt pocket until I saw him again. Days passed and no one on my property apparently needed his services. I had needs, but I'm not sure they quite counted in this regard.

Finally when he did come in, I felt nerves race through. At that moment, I was unsure if I would be brave enough to give it to him the referral card. We chatted and bantered like usual, and as he was about to drive off, I told him I had something for him. I reached into my breast pocket on my work shirt, pulled out the card and handed it to him. When he realized it was me, he eagerly asked "Is this for me?!" I nodded and he put out his hand, I grabbed it. He slowly and deliberately brought my hand to his lips, kissing between my index and middle fingers, just below the knuckle. I was not prepared for tingles to race from his lips on my hand up my arm before surging to my nipples and making a bee line down to my clit. There is both an art and skill in a good hand kiss, and this man is a connoisseur. Talk about a happy Friday, for us both! All weekend, in my mind, his lips were on other places... lips, neck, shoulder, nipples, that sensitive area just under my breasts, inner thigh, my aching pussy.

It wasn't until last Wednesday that I saw him again. He came in and pretended his arm was weak, tired and spasming, his hand in an almost closed circle. Jokingly, he said "I almost had to call in sick..." Knowing what he was alluding to, I asked if he was ok. He told me it was my fault because I "gave him materials when he's a guy who uses materials..." Somewhere along the way, a joke was made about naughty spasms. Mischievous smirks danced upon both of our faces, as he drove away.

The next day, he came in again, and this time his arm was fine. I playfully called him on it and he said he needed to give his arm a rest last night. Seizing the opportunity, I reminded him he had another arm. Somewhat surprised by my comment, he said he was righthanded and it just felt better! I told him he could play stranger. That led to a bit of sharing on his part that I'd been the co-star of some of his recent fantasies, but he wasn't yet ready to share them. Again the tension was palpable.

For the third day in a row, he came in last Friday, and I was feeling quite special. After quick hellos and flirty smiles, I told him we had a problem. "We do?" He asked, his mood shifting. "We do..." I nodded. He leaned towards me slightly, a bit of concern growing. "Ok, what's the problem?" My face broke into a smile as I said "You kissed my hand..." A huge smile burst onto his face as I continued, "... and you did it so damn well!!" He laughed and asked "Have you been thinking of things to replace your hand?" That same mischievous twinkle in his eye, he bit his lip, no doubt thinking of places his lips could go. As another car pulled up, he took my hand and kissed it again. This time he smiled a knowing smile as he drove off.

He circled around after doing his pickups, and gave me a business card with his number. I also had a sticky note for him with my number on it. I told him he was trouble, and he gave me a knowing shrug. I was still thinking about his lips on me, and wondering about his fantasies, while being acutely aware of just how wet my panties were so I couldn't make words work.

After he drove off, again, I sent him a text telling him he was "definitely trouble." Back and forth we texted, the sexual tension growing by the notification as hours passed. I was leisurely teasing myself throughout our conversation, enjoying how wet he was getting me. He shared thoughts about taking me with him in his van for nap time, something we'd innocently joked about in the past, only now without the rest. Fuzzy blankets and fucking, caresses and climaxes, oral and orgasms. I moaned his name, toy deep inside me as I came, then drifted off to satisfied dreamland.

I saw him yesterday, and almost instinctively, we held hands as he arrived. His thumb gently rubbing over my fingers, it's such a little thing, yet so sensual. I really enjoy his touch... As he drove off due to another car arriving, he made a kissy face at me, and that made my day!

I was hoping to see him today, but it wasn't in the cards. I always get an extra burst of electricity through my body when I see him after pleasuring myself to thoughts of him the night before. Fantasies and ideas were running rampant last night, especially since in a few weeks I'll be house sitting for one of the homes on property. Even thinking about it now as I type, my juices are flowing.

I have a bit of a naughty thought for tomorrow, if he comes by. I'll be hoping for no traffic, at least for a few minutes, if he can swing it. It'll make for another happy Friday for us both...  

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Knights03 writes Sun 27 Oct 2024 20:21:

Such great build up and excitement, would love to see what you've got planned for a happy Friday!

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