Woman Trouble?

Back at work I pass in the binder and hammer out the final details with the supervisor to start getting me all of the tickets and qualifications I was going to need for turning this job into a career. With that all sorted it was straight to work.

Working, sweating, cussing and bantering I throw myself back into the work to discover that I didn’t just like it. I loved it even more than I remembered! It was nice to have work that I could really throw myself into in both body and mind. My labor felt honest, my future paycheck felt earned.

That said, it was strange being among men again. Except for the couple of hours of Ultimate practice my whole weekend had been dominated by women of all shapes and sizes. It took a bit of adjustment to transition back into my role of cement bag toting and hammer swinging construction worker after a weekend of hot sex and sweet caresses. But such was the dichotomy of being Heather’s boy, Heather’s man, and the family prince. I certainly wasn’t complaining. This was simply an adjustment I was going to have to get used to.

On our first coffee break I sit down on a stack of lumber, dust my hands off, then check my texts. I knew there would be none from Heather. That wouldn’t happen until I actually got her a phone. I chuckle as I think back to her talking about posting ‘facebooks’. What I find instead was a stack of unread texts from other women.

Lily: “Girls night? Shopping? Makeup? Chick flick? You know you wanna!”

Mia: “Can I come over tonight? The song’s coming along really well. I think you’ll be proud.”

Julie: “Eh, cutie! Come over after work and watch some sports highlights? Maybe make some of our own?”

Bri: “Free to hang tonight. If you’ve got nothing going on. If not, it’s cool. Whatever.”

There was even one from my ex!

Blair: “I’m still getting mail for you, bitch! Come pick it up before I throw it out.”

Last, but not least, were a few from Rebecca.

Rebecca: “You promised me a meeting. My Roger wishes to meet you.”

Rebecca: “I’ve yet to put you through your paces and test your mettle.”

Rebecca: “Do you bruise easily?”

“Jesus!”

“Eh?” I look up at Diego who was sipping a coffee across from me. “Mm.” He nods at my phone. “Woman trouble?”

I let out a laugh. “Something like that.”

“Take from me, new guy.” He says. “The longer you make her wait the harder she’ll fuck the next time you see her.” His hands out in a simulated doggy style he starts humping the air and slapping the invisible ass.

Another laugh escapes me. Little did Diego realize just who would be doing the thrusting and who would be getting their ass spanked in my particularly scenario.

After the break I return to working hard and learning from anybody who would teach me, though in the back of my mind I could still see that line of text messages. I was in demand! The days of just going home and kicking back for a bit of private relaxation were behind me.

The day carries on and before long I am settling down with my over-sized lunch with the other guys when a bellow splits the air.

“ELLIOT!!!”

All eyes turn to me as smiles bloom all around the circle of men. Diego is the first to his feet followed soon by the others as they all scramble to see who was here to see me this time.

“There’s only one this time.” I hear one of the framers say disappointedly.

“But the best one!” Says another. “HEY BABY! LOOKIN GOOD!”

“Easy fellas.” I say with a roll of my eyes. Whether it was my workmates or teammates men couldn’t seen to get enough of my ladies. “You might break something.” Getting up I head to the fence, passing my glowering supervisor along the way. “Sorry.” I mutter an apology for my frequent visitors. At the fence with a smile, her arms crossed politely beneath her big boobs, stands the one woman in my life who hadn’t contacted me via text. “Heather!”

“Hello, handsome.” She greets me brightly, her fingers hook lightly on the blue steel bars between us. “Ohhh, your so rugged in your work clothes. How are the boots working out?”

I chuckle. “They’re fine.”

“How are you holding up?” She says, her fingers pulling lightly against the bars. Her voice drops to a whisper. “Need a little honey, baby?”

“No. I’m fine.”

“The boys are certainly rowdy today.” She gives a little wave to the men I’d been about to eat my lunch with.

“Never mind these brutes.” My smile grows. I would have asked why she was there but I already knew. And it wasn’t about boots or honey. I was feeling her absence as much she was feeling mine. “Lunch in the park?”

“Oh!” She grins. “If you’re not too busy. I’d hate to pull you away from…male bonding or whatever. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Never too busy for you.”

She follows me along the fence, laughing off the hoots and wolf whistles along the way, until I get to the exit at which point we take each others hand and begin to stroll.

“I’m sorry.” She says. “Just…since I’m going to be late tonight. I wanted to see you again.”

“I’m glad you did.” I give her hand a squeeze.

We don’t walk all the way back to our local park but find a quaint little green community green space down a quiet side street. Alone with the butterflies and the three inch thick meatloaf sandwiches Heather and I sit and enjoy lunch. More precisely, I enjoy eating it and she enjoys watching me. Of course the sandwiches are delicious and oh so filling! Her fingers play at the edge of my hair at the back of my neck as I munch.

She tells me that she was indeed going to be late home that night and told me to eat without her if I got hungry. After these gut-busting sandwiches I wasn’t sure I ‘d ever be hungry again. After that we talk about my work and how cute this park was and about nothing in particular, content in each other’s company. As we chat I began to notice how Heather began to press closer and how her fingers at my neck began to claw lightly to send tingles down my spine. Not long after that I notice a shape, a shape I knew well, begin to grow beneath her floral skirt.

“Heather!” I draw her attention downward.

“Hm? Oh!” She gasps. In a panic she looks left and right as she readjusts her skirt. Though we were alone in the park the bench itself sat in clear view of the nearby street. “Dang it.”

I chuckle. “I’m happy to see you too.”

“Quit teasing me.” She giggles with a light slap to my knee. “I have to walk back to work like this, you know.” Lifting her skirt she lets it go again to drift back down over her lap. Again her bulge shows through, bigger than ever. “This is your fault you know.”

“Mine? I’m just eating my lunch here.”

“And looking too darn cute while you’re doing it!” She says. “And that working smell on you….rrrrrmmmm!”

“Easy, my love.” I rub her thigh, ‘accidentally’ brushing her shaft with my wrist. I feel it surge in response.

“Elliot!” She turns toward me, using her body to shield her groin even though nobody would be able to see her growing tent from the street. “This is serious. I have to go soon. Goodness gracious! The things you do to me, my boy.”

Despite her worry my smile fades no a bit as I watch her worry and fuss. It would never not feel nice knowing what an effect I had on my beautiful MILF lover. Time was tight…but maybe I had just enough. My eyes scan the small park, soon settling on a dense lilac bush flush with pale purple blooms at the far end of the green space. Slipping my arm around her I say. “Care to smell the flowers?”