My cock was as hard as it has ever been. I wanted to give it some attention but resisted knowing it would be better to have him take care of me. "Oh d...mn, I'm not going to his house. Stop thinking about him." I had to tell myself. I dried off and started putting moisturizer on. My skin felt amazing without the hair. I pulled on a clean shirt and shorts. I checked the clock seeing I had thirty-two minutes to get to his house. "Damn it, I'm not going to him. I need something else to think about.. Of course, there was more to be done in the neighborhood. Our Nursery was doing well with the contract we signed with the city council and the neighborhood. As I wiped laborers drove away, I grabbed a cold Gatorade from my cooler and sat on the back door of my truck. I wiped the sweat from my neck and eyes with my hand towel as I watched the sun begin to drop in the sky. "Another hot fucking day," I told myself.Just then, I saw a truck pull up over the curb and stop near the greenbelt of a yard. Jason looked at Frank and by hand signals Frank invited Jason to join us. Jason did so with another beach etiquette that was good on any beach. Sitting on the edge of the blanket and wiping the sand from his feet into the sand beside him and not the blanket. Turning back to us I had a beer waiting to hand him as his eyes widened slightly as he noticed my lack of bikini bottom. 'Yea, no bottoms any more. And when Frank's wife comes back I'm going with Frank behind the dunes,' I told him. May as. . I didn't get finished 'til nearly seven. I'm so sorry. To emphasise just how sorry he was, and by way of atonement for his late arrival, he stroked my denim-clad thigh with his hand, his thumb gently brushing against my packet in the process.Without being asked, one of the bar staff put a drink in front of him, a voddie and coke like mine. He was obviously a well-known regular. I assured him that his late arrival didn't matter at all and, indeed, the truth was that any annoyance I had been.