Keli was the area rep for a temporary labourer company that we utilized occasionally on our medium-sized construction site. She was a high-level athlete in female hockey and being that I used to coach, we hit it off right away. It wasn’t unusual for sales reps to stop by construction sites and promote their services.
Keli was stopping by every two to three weeks. I liked the distraction. She was attractive. I wasn’t about to say, “stop bothering me!”
I considered it more of an acquaintance or business relationship at first. Keli was twenty years old, I was a little more than twice her age. Our conversations flowed naturally and never felt awkward. There was a real connection.
We’d talk until I got interrupted on the job site, or until she had to leave. Maybe it was a hidden desire or some sort of festering chemistry, but it did feel much more than platonic to me. So much more would be revealed in time.
Keli was not what you would call a runway model, rather a natural beauty. She wore little if any makeup, and even though she wore kind of loose unassuming clothing, I could tell she was a physical specimen. She had straight shoulder length brown hair, average sized breasts, a nice face and deep brown eyes that really sparkled when she spoke. I loved athletic women and Keli was very attractive to me.
Inside I was oozing, and I always made time for her, when she stopped by my site office. She knew that I was attached. That didn’t really matter much early on.
Her visits became more and more frequent. Oftentimes she’d pick up an iced coffee and bring it along with her, for me to drink. We hit it off as sports enthusiasts and had a lot philosophically in common. I know Keli enjoyed our conversations just as much. She was the one that initiated all the visits.
She actually seemed to sense the precise times when I was least busy. I rarely had any of her staff on site, her visits were purely based on our rapidly growing friendship. Our conversations became so long that I used to deliberately push off work-related tasks to the background until we could not talk anymore.
After a few weeks, Keli revealed that she was not actually even the rep for my area. That made me feel excited inside. Did she find me attractive? Was she into me, even though I was so much older?
Our chats started as pretty benign and business-like. Fun and humour started to become more and more prevalent as we became like close friends. I’m not really able to recall how many weeks later it was, that the sexual innuendo and barbs crept into our conversations, but they did and seemed to grow in suggestiveness fairly quickly.
The real turning point was a Thursday. A day I’ll remember with fondness and recount with excitement for the rest of my life. It was late summer and a fairly quiet time on the project as most of the homes were completing. The construction crew counts were fairly small and the interruptions were few and far between.
I really liked the fact that Keli was playing what was traditionally a guy’s sport, however, that didn’t stop me from teasing her.
“Hey Kell, so being that you are a girl in a man’s game, do you wear a jock?”
Holy shit did I actually say that?
She turned her head to the side slightly. Damn you’re cute Keli. At first, I didn’t know if she was offended or trying to contemplate a response. It wasn’t but a second later before she answered.
“You tell me first. Do you, Zach?”
I was game for this. Let’s see where it goes.
“Actually no my balls are too big, I had to get a custom jock, they call it a Zach-jock!” I laughed.
This is too crazy, what am I saying? My cock started to get hard and strain in my work jeans. I shifted in my chair.
“You’ll have to prove that!” Kelly smiled seriously.
Is she kidding or teasing or what?
“Hey, I’m not easy. I don’t just go off and put the family jewels on display, for any cute hockey girl that stops by the job site!” I egged Kelli on.
“I don’t need your permission. I could make you any day, I wanted.” Keli made a two-fisted bicep pose.
Scenarios raced through my head, most of them revolved around some sort of naked wrestling with Keli.
“You’d still need rope, what makes you think I’d be that cooperative?” My words said no, but my smile said yes, I want you to try it.
“I saw a four poster bed in that show home last weekend. I think I could make you do anything that I wanted.” Keli wasn’t backing down at all.
“Hmm, well rope and a four poster bed, that sounds like fun, maybe you should come by tomorrow afternoon and put your money where your mouth is, little miss hockey player!” I teased Keli. “The sales staff take Fridays off!” I amped it up just a little more, wishing that she’d take the bait.
Keli paused before answering. “It’s late, I guess I should get back to the office.”
I stood politely getting ready to let Keli out of my office door. My heart sank. That died pretty fast! I was very disappointed that our sexually laced chat had come to an end. I guess that’s where I really stand. It’s fun, nothing more.
“Thanks for the visit, Kell. I should close the gates and lock up the site pretty soon.”
Wow shit 4:30 already. We must have talked for two hours.
As Keli stood up to leave, we faced each other. Spontaneously she gave me a hug, I hugged her back. It was the first time. Her body was youthful and firm against mine. I loved having her in my arms.
Wow, that was unexpected. My heart raced
Keli broke off the hug and then asked what seemed like a strange question. “Left or right?”
I paused for quite a few seconds before deciding that she was asking me which handed stick I used when I shot in hockey. Maybe she is asking, so she can bring me a promo hockey stick or something.
“Right,” I replied.
She smiled triumphantly. “It looks left!” Keli pointed her finger loosely at my upper thigh.
She was staring at my crotch, with my straining cock outlined in my jeans, pressed obviously to the left.
Holy fuck, she’s looking at my hard-on. I wonder if she felt it during our hug?
I was otherwise dumbfounded and too stunned to answer her. My face flushed, and my cock throbbed.
“See you next week, Zach!” Keli winked and backed out the door before I could say anything.
I sat down as thoughts spun in my head. Shit. I wished so badly that our talk could have continued. That it could have taken the next step. Would it have? She’s pretty young for you Zach. Stop being stupid. Keep it fun and she’ll keep coming back. Still, Keli’d be a great fuck.
I think I had an erection the whole commute back home. I showered and masturbated thinking about fucking Keli, splattering the shower walls with copious streaks of cum.
A night full of wonderful dreams and constant thoughts about Keli continued and then intruded on my Friday at work. It was good that it was a payday Friday, before a long weekend. The small construction crews were all leaving early. By 1:00 pm the work site was a ghost town.
Good, I’ll be able to leave early. I had just finished closing and locking all the gates, and was shutting down my laptop when I heard a noise outside.
Shit, some dumb fuck has decided to show up on site. I anticipated it would be a courier or a problem trade.
My eyes must have been bugging out, as I opened my office door. It was Keli.
“Hey, hockey player chick!” I smiled as Keli came up to my site office.
“I didn’t want to leave you by yourself, on Friday thinking about me all weekend, Zach!” She teased me, but she was right. I was thinking about her. My cock fought against a full erection.
“Yeah, and you’d miss out on the private show home tour!”
Fuck, I wanted Keli right then. My testosterone was in overdrive and I felt like I was oozing pheromones. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and dangled them like bait.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Keli smiled confidently.
It didn’t take long before I closed off my laptop and locked the site office.
We stepped into the vacant show home, leaving our shoes in the foyer. Nothing was said as I padded up the carpeted stairs to the ensuite. Keli followed right behind me.
Strangely I felt apprehensive.
“This is the master bedroom, and you will see it has a spectacular ensuite for a home in this price range.”
I tried to comedically act the part of a realtor, but inside I was really nervous. It was an exciting kind of nervousness. Sexual tension.
“Uh huh,” Keli didn’t seem to be making an effort to extend the conversation. Was she having second thoughts?
This ensuite did not have the typical door, just a narrow pass-through. I walked in, then went to exit. As I moved into the pass-through, Keli entered. We stopped facing each other. Our bodies pressed together lightly. Yes, fuck yes. I could feel Keli breathing against my chest.
This felt deliberate to me. Right, like it was what we both wanted. Needed.