On my last status update I mentioned how the heat wave gave me an excuse to leave the house nearly naked. Today I came to work in my peach color daisy dukes. The shortest shorts I own. The color almost identical to my legs. A wayward glance... it appears I have no pants.. The heat index was 106, we have no air conditioning and we heat and mold plastic, so give a girl a break! I was told "those shorts are illegal in 9 states" Lmao! That was by my friend whom I blogged about before, who works for me.
We were on a tight schedule, trying to meet a deadline for tomorrow delivery and way behind. In the midst of rushing around and sweating and falling farther behind because it is too hot to work efficiently, the customer who's deadline is tomorrow shows up! To check on our progress I guess? Anyway we talk and I show him where we are and what I estimate will be accomplished in the next couple days. I have been a supplier to him for years. He knows everyone there and we smoke weed and shoot the shit all the time. So he was off talking with my daughter and grandkids. (Yes, my grandkids were at work with me. Not child labor, just my daughter couldn't get a sitter), so I got on the saw and started cutting pieces.
My saw table lines up with me just below crotch high. Anytime I cut it throws the sawdust all over my crotch and clings to the fabric in bunches. My customer finished with my daughter and made his way back to me and we were kind of going over things while I sawed his pieces. In the middle of this I feel something and look down and he is brushing the dust off my crotch! I look up at him and he doesn't make eye contact. His eyes are on my crotch and he brushes it off again, full contact with everything!
I am grinning ear to ear. I couldn't help it and I giggle. I look at him, he makes eye contact this time and smiles. I should have held his hand and guided him back, but of course that never occurred to me until afterwards. I continue my work and he wanders away. The heat becomes unbearable. I need a break and shut it down. I head to the front of my shop where it is coolest and where he went also. Unknown to me me, he had went to the corner Quick-Trip and gotten cold drinks for everyone, including he is loading my cooler with an 18-pack of Budweiser! I say "Oh Shit!". I thought I was just thinking this but it was audible because my daughter asks "what's the matter?" I tell her about the incident at the saw (I'm an open book) and how I think he wanting to get me drunk (as if that is really necessary?). I thank him and get a beer and sit down. He grabs a chair and sits down with his knees touching mine.
And....I panic! I've known this man for years. I know his wife and kids, as he does mine. I've never felt any sexual tension between us. I thought he was totally hetero. But here I am playing footsies with him, in shorts that if I get the least bit aroused I will be poking out of them, and I am aroused! I roll my chair away a bit and start conversing with my grandson at the other end of the table. Nothing happens after that except normal business related issues and he leaves, saying he'll be back tomorrow to get what we have and no worries about any backorder (that's a first!).
Now I am home. I can't stop running this through my mind. I am tempted to text him, thanking him for rubbing the sawdust off my crotch. I am wondering what to wear tomorrow, knowing he'll be back. I am thinking about his wife and kids and this is a bad idea. I am thinking about his cock in my mouth and this is a good idea. I am thinking about our business relationship and this is a bad idea. I am thinking about his cock in my hole and this is a good idea. I am thinking about our years long non-sexual friendship and this is a bad idea. I am thinking about my cock in his mouth and this is a good idea.
I don't know. The heat wave is breaking, the thunderstorms have hit already. I'll wear long pants tomorrow, but low-rise skin tight ones, make sure my bulge is bulging!
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