I always liked to give him a heads up when I wasn't going to be at work, whenever it was possible. It made his life easier to get through the gate if he knew not to expect me, as we'd figured out away to cheat the system for his deliveries. Sometimes he'd ask why I'd be gone, and others he just called me a slacker, yet he always seemed to appreciate the advance notice.
As the end of August rolled around, I let him know I'd be having a long weekend- taking both Thursday and Friday off. He asked me if I was doing anything fun, and without missing a beat, I shared that I would be doing a boudoir photo shoot that Thursday and took Friday off just because. Another car pulled up behind him so he had to carry on his way, but I'm pretty sure he winked at me as he drove off.
The first time he came in after my photo shoot, he seemed genuinely interested in how it went. I shared a little bit about the experience and how empowering it was. I failed to tell him how much the whole thing excited me too, or how I had thought about his flirty little wink the day before several times as I was traipsing about mostly naked. The truth was, as I told him about it, my excitement returned and I tried like hell not to show it on my face.
A couple of days later, I received my digital copies of the photos from my shoot. When he came in to make his deliveries, I showed him one. Quite honestly it was the most work appropriate one, not too revealing. After looking at the image on my phone screen and looking back at me, he pretended to zip his lips closed and then laughed when he said "That was the only response allowed at work." He had a new sparkle in his eye as he drove on to make his deliveries.
His deliveries at work for the next week or so had a new element of tension, certainly not in a bad way either. It was towards the end of that week that I was notified that my album of photos was shipping, and in my excitement, I shared that news. He leaned part way out his window as he asked, "How many albums did you get? One for me, right?" I laughed as I told him "Just one... for me." A flash of disappointment danced across his face before he nodded his head and wrinkled his nose a little. I told him I could bring it into show him, and he joked that he'd beat me to work and would be waiting for me. The thought that he was so invested in seeing my photos never ceased to both surprise and arouse me.
I thought about it all weekend, wondering what his reaction to seeing my album would be. I also wondered about how else my body would react to his reactions. More than once I brought myself to orgasm, just thinking about it. Admittedly, the fact that I would be bringing it and showing it at work also provided another level of excitement.
Monday morning I checked, and double checked, that I had the album with me as I headed out the door to work. There was an extra sway and swagger in my walk that day, an underlying buzz of excitement and anticipation racing through my body. I was on high alert all day, waiting for him and his white van to come in... but it didn't. I went home with pent up sexual energy and took care of it in quick order to thoughts of him looking through my photos. Tuesday was the same.
Wednesday I knew I had plans after work and knowing I'd want, or need, to take care of myself after work if I took my album, I left it at home. As fate would have it, that was when he came in. We laughed about the fact that he came in the one day I didn't bring with me. After our usual banter, he not so subtly let me know that he'd be in the next day too.
The next day, that anticipatory buzz humming through my body was at an all time high. It was just after lunchtime when he came in, and he already looked like a cat that ate the canary. I grabbed the album from the gatehouse and stood next to his van, flipping through the pages showing him certain ones. I did bypass a couple saying things like "Oh, that's my butt." as I flipped by. He told me they were very well done, as another car pulled up behind him. He shrugged while licking his lips, and drove off with a little redness in his cheeks. I'm sure he wasn't the only one.
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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