It had been several days since Kyle had done the walk through with Jay and I on our construction plans. But today he came back. And Jay wasn’t home! And it was the first time I’d seen Kyle since I imagined him fucking me! I was almost embarrassed but I was like a schoolgirl all worked up, excited to see him. It was silly, really, but I found myself thinking more about him the closer it came to our scheduled meeting time.

Then I did something unexpected, something that surprised me. I found myself in front of the bathroom mirror and I was putting on makeup and primping my hair and making sure that my shirt was cut really low in the front and that my shorts were hiked up a little higher than I normally found comfortable. Tough decisions; like bra or no-bra? Panties, thong, or commando? The look had to be oh I look like this all the time, not a big deal when in reality I was dressing sexy for Kyle, something I hadn’t done without Jay’s knowledge for as far back as I could remember. But there I was, in front of the mirror, applying the only red lipstick I had, getting ready for a man that hadn’t seemed to have even given me a second glance during the walk through.

I don’t know what I was expecting, what I was wanting. I only knew that my body had taken over my brain and I wasn’t fully in command, which was scary, because I only allowed myself to lose control with Jay, including when Jay and I swapped with other couples. But this was unprecedented! And I was nervous! And then his big truck rumbled up my driveway.

Kyle got out of his truck wearing dirty blue jeans and a tee-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and tightened at the top of his thick bicep. His muscular arms were deeply tanned as was his square face. I felt flush. My whole body got hot and I thought I was going to break a sweat. My palms, always sweaty anyway, seemed to open a spigot in the pores of my hand. I just shook my head and told myself to pull it together! But as Kyle walked around the yard I followed him from window to window like some voyeur in the bushes lusting after that which is unobtainable. I watched his arms move, his chest flex as he reached for items in the yard, and then, when he bent over and those damn jeans tightened on his ass…damn!

I nearly squealed when he knocked on the door. I shook my hands trying to dry them so I wouldn’t soak his palm when I shook his hand, his thick, rough hand. I only hoped my face wasn’t too red with excitement. I grabbed a paper plate off the counter and fanned myself quickly then tossed it aside before grabbing the door knob, which I subsequently lost grip and slipped off on my first attempt. After stumbling backwards I grabbed the handle firmly and yanked the door open so quickly that I caught the edge of the door with my knee. “God dammit!” I yelled before collapsing to the floor and grabbing my offended knee.

“Jeezus!” yelled Kyle. “Are you okay?!” He dropped his clipboard and immediately bent toward me, grabbing my arm with one hand and placing the other around my shin, his fingertips sprawling around to my calf muscle. He was so close to me I could smell his thick, working man’s scent and the two-day growth that accented his squared face. If he moved any closer I might have been compelled to suck in his lips. But I resisted and miraculously the pain in my knee disappeared.

Kyle helped me to the couch. I felt his arms wrapped around me and I melted into him. I draped my arms over his neck and he carried me just a few feet to where he attempted to sit me down, but I made it difficult by holding on longer than I should have. “Can I get you some ice?” he said.

“No, no,” I said looking at my knee with his hand innocently resting on my thigh. “I’m going to be fine.”

As if he suddenly realized the location of his hand in proximity to the edge of my shorts, which were hiked up dangerously high on my thigh, Kyle pulled his calloused palm off my thigh, and I sighed faintly, wishing he would just run his fingers underneath my shorts to find I had chosen to go commando. But he didn’t. And Kyle quickly regained his composure before asking me some very direct, professional questions about the reconstruction project. He thanked me for the information and hoped my knee felt better soon before turning to leave. I hobbled my way to the window and watched him get in his truck and slowly disappear out of the drive.