Every weekend morning, I wake up and do same thing. I make lunch for my boys to bring to school, kiss them and send them off to bus stop. The rest of the day, until 3:15PM. is mine. This past Tuesday, I awoke extremely horny, so after my boys left, I pulled out a vibrator and masturbated to a shaking orgasm. The problem was, it didn't really help. I enjoy masturbation but most times, even though I cum, I need more than that.
I try to get any errands done early in the morning, and then relax before the kids get home. I decided to do a little Christmas shopping at a local mall, then take a ride to the park. It's cold out here now, so I had on jeans, a thick sweater and a fall jacket. After shopping, I decided to get a cup of coffee, then I was going to sit in my car and read. When I arrived at the coffee shop, the drive through was packed, and I was impatient, so I went inside. The line inside was long too, but I needed my coffee, and decided to wait it out.
When I walked in, this man held the door for me. He caught my eye right away. He had on tight jeans and a thick sweatshirt with a company name on it and work boots. He was broad shouldered, had short brown hair and was very handsome. His clothes were a bit soiled, like he had worked all night. While we were in line, he introduced himself as Pete, and we began small talk. When I finally got up to the counter to order my coffee, Pete offered to buy it.
"I'll get that." he said.
"No, that's okay" I replied.
"Please," he said "Join me for a cup of coffee."
I knew, right away, that he was trying to pick me up. I also noticed the bulge in his jeans. I had time so I agreed. We sat at a table in back of shop and began chatting. He told me that he had just worked an overnight shift. He works for a tree company, and we recently had a hurricane here. His crews were cleaning up branches and fallen treesalong the highway. As we chatted, I noticed he had this "odor" about him. The smell of a man who's just worked hard. My nipples stiffened and a chill ran through my body as we chatted.
It was loud in the coffee shop, and I don't like talking in public, so after ten minutes or so, I suggested that we leave.
"It's loud in here, Pete, I was going to the park down the street. Do you have the time to join me?" I asked
"Sure," he replied. "I'll follow you."
We left the shop and drove to the park. Pete had the beautiful, almost brand new, Dodge pickup truck, with his tree companies name on it. It was his company. I've described this park to you before in previous stories. It has large parking lot and long dirt road that goes down to another part of the pond. Because I have a small car, and that dirt road is bumpy, I don't go down there much. We pulled into the back of the main lot and parked next to each other. I got out of my car and got into his truck.
His cab was crowded, there was alot of things in it. Thick gloves, a hard hat, lots of straps and an orange vest hanging behind him. He had a communications radio on his dash board, obviously to keep in touch with other crew members. I asked him if we could drive down the dirt road to the lake. The road was very bumpy, and muddy, I felt bad that his nice truck was getting dirty.
"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to get your truck muddy."
"It gets alot dirtier than this Sara." he said.
At the end of this dirt road, there is a small parking area right adjacent to the lake. There are a couple of picnic tables. In Summer, it's crowded, people walk down the dirt road. Being November, however, it was empty. It was a nice fall day, sunny and cool, with the leaves turning color. When we parked, he got on his radio and told his foreman that he'd be out of his truck for a while and to check how a certain job was going.
Apparently, he has crews removing downed trees in residential neighborhoods.
We got out of his truck and walked to a picnic bench. As we walked, we were checking each other out. I noticed that he glimpsed at my ass and I, again, noticed the bulge in his jeans. I've always been attracted to the rugged, outdoorsy guy. I'll take a hard working man in jeans and a sweat shirt over a business man in a suit anyday. Pete was in his late twenties, I think. He had big, broad shoulders. It was chilly out, but his sweatshirt sleeves were pulled up. The cold didn't seem to bother him much. I noticed that he had big forearmsand still had a tan.
We sat and talked for a while. I found him to be very funny, he made me laugh, and he was very gentlemanly. I also noticed that he looked tired, yet still full of energy. When I mentioned it to him, he to me that he had worked 50 hours over the last four days, but it was his company, so he had too. He said that he was going to go home, shower, eat lunch, take a nap, and then go back out. He had residential contracts, then was going back to the highway with a crew that night. I respect a man who works so hard, and hearing him say that made me so horny.
We talked a little while longer, when he noticed that I was getting cold, I was. He suggested that we go back to his truck. When we got back, he turned heat on and started talking again. He mentioned that he couldn't stay too much longer because he needed to be back on site in 6 hours. After chatting a few more minutes, he came right out and asked me for my phone number. He mentioned that he'd like to take me to dinner sometime, after his schedule eased up. I liked that, right to the point, so I accepted and gave it to him. I actually liked this man enough to go on a date, but I'm use to men taking a phone number and not calling, so I needed to seal the deal.
"Before we go," I asked "Are you sure that you're going to call me?"
"Yes," he replied."I like you."
"I like you too, Pete." I said.
I noticed that, where we were, there we're no other people.