She took her paper cup and put it under the coffee machine. As she clicked the ‘latte’ button she took a glimpse of the man behind her in the queue. He was taller than her, good looking and quite dirty. She took her full cup and stepped away, leaving him filling his cup. As she took her seat she looked at him, noticing his lean body. She tried to imagine what job he did, whatever it was it involved dust and dirt. She was still staring at him when he turned and caught her looking. She was going to look away but he held her gaze then slowly looked down at her ample breasts, she breathed deeply as she felt her nipples harden under his gaze. She looked down and could just make out the faint outline of her nipple though her top. She saw that he noticed this and her cheeks flushed. To her relief he headed for a table some distance from her but he sat facing her. She added sugar to her coffee and stirred. Taking out her book she placed it on the table and began to read, or rather pretended to read, there was no way she could concentrate on the story. She could feel his eyes on her and when she looked up sure enough, he was staring at her, stirring his coffee slowly. This continued for fifteen minutes, each time she looked up she had to check out what he was doing. He was definitely interested. She finished her coffee and made her way to throw the cup in the bin, he was there waiting, holding open the bin for her.
‘Thank you’ she said.
‘You are welcome’ he replied, flashing a smile and her. She smiled back and noticed his eyes drop and take in her body in a second. She did the same, broad chest covered in a dirty t-shirt, narrow waist, a noticeable bulge in his pants and muscled legs under combat pants. His hands were dirty and calloused; he was definitely a manual worker.
‘There aren’t many true gentlemen around nowadays’ she looked up into his eyes, they were deep blue.
‘Oh I’m no gentleman, I’m a builder’ he replied laughing.
‘Mmm, with those hands I’m sure you are’ she answered. ‘Hey I need some work done at my house, could I have your number? Her breathing was shallow, she didn’t need any work done but was sure he would be willing to play, but how could she ask him? Her mind was racing, she needed to find the right words to say. She needn’t have worried, his next sentence saved her from asking.
‘Sure, I have some cards in my van’ It was an innocent situation, she followed him out.
When they got to his van they stood by the side door, he slid the door open, revealing an almost empty van. He took a business card out of his jacket hanging in the van. As he handed it to her she asked.
‘Are you busy now?
‘No, are you?’ he replied
‘No, do you any blankets in your van?’ her voice was trembling; she couldn’t believe it had been that easy.
‘No, I have some dust sheets, what do you want them for?’ He was playing with her, she was sure he knew what she wanted. It was now or never, she took a deep breath.
‘I want you to fuck me’ there, she had said it, she needed a fuck and she would do anything to get it.
He looked at her, his eyes searching hers; she could see he wanted her. Looking down to his bulge it was taking up more space in his combats.
‘Get in’ He looked around to see if anyone was watching but the car park was deserted. She climbed into the van.
‘I just need to send a message, let someone know I’m going to be late’ he said,
