Lumber

He took his time to answer. Clearly admiring me in my grey dress that had ridden up from my masturbation. I was looking disheveled and blushed; my legs were quivering, itching as I needed to orgasm. My modest cocktail dress was no longer modest. Some moisture on the thigh of my dress was visible. I hoped he didn’t notice.

I looked him over as I waited. His appreciation was clearly visible in his pants. Cal’s cock outlined against his pants. He clearly had a massive member. I had heard women brag about it at times and how much they could take. Everyone in the friend group had heard stories.

His eyes locked on mine, unafraid to match my stare. I looked away as I noticed a grin forming. He knew what I was up to upstairs. Finally, he answered:

"All alone tonight? I came by to borrow some lumber from the shed when I heard some noises. But I'm starting to think you need all the lumber you can get..."

Fuck. A sexual innuendo. He knew.