Junior's cockbulge

I look over my shoulder to see that Junior's sporting quite an erection. His cockhead pokes at the material of the loose-fitting coveralls. I could feel it's heat when he bumped my bare bumcheek with it in his effort to help me swing the cellar doors out. I can only smile sweetly at him as I step further down into the stairwell.

I hear his steps behind me as I make my way to the door Cousin Stacy has just opened at the basement entrance. We three enter the basement. I notice it has already been cleared of Auntie's things and is ready for Uncle Ken's equipment. I feel a sexual tension in the air between the three of us. But it is interrupted by Soloman Sr.

"Yeah, this'll do just fine. Everything seems in place, we should have the equipment unloaded and installed in no time!" Soloman exclaims, again wiping his sweaty brow with a kerchief.

He turns to Junior. "You wait here, son. I'll pull the truck up as close as I can to the doors. Make it even easier!" the older man says as he heads back up the concrete stairs.

"You two really are all hot and sweaty," notices Stacy as she approaches Junior and swipes at the sweat-soaked shoulder of his coveralls. "And I can't help but think we're to blame." She throws me a knowing glance. "If we hadn't made you wait so long.."

"It's not a problem, miss.."

"Stacy"

I see him look over to me, his dark eyes studying my own sweat-soaked tank top.

"Just doing our job," he says, giving me a smile.

"Well, there's no sense in you getting all sweaty while you finish here. Do you have something on underneath your coveralls?" Stacy asks, pulling at the mover's collar.

"Yeah, I got a pair of shorts on underneath," he says, looking at Stacy, admiring her bravado.

"Well, let's just get them off then!" she says, unzipping him and peeling the dark blue garment off his chiselled torso before he has a chance to do so himself.

I'm a little peeved at Stacy for moving in on the good-looking eighteen-year-old. After all, it was me he poked with his hardon!

I admire his lean, athletic body as he steps out of the coveralls, now only clad in some small running shorts.

I step up to make my move.