You turn to meet my eyes,, the only words you could find is "yes Sir"Moving both of your hands above your head I pin both with one of mine,allowing my...free hand to begin to roam your body,slowly sliding the tip of my index finger down your neck, you shutterover the collar bone, down the left side of your now heaving breast,down the side of the ribs, you begin to realize how much you wanted more,you begin to contemplate yourself, I shouldn't want this, he is a complete stranger, why am I not. "I replied "Yep."As I approached on my second lap he was still unloading boxes. He was bent over leaning into the truck bed. His shorts clung tight to his ass. It seemed like he was watching me a bit longer than what one would consider normal for a straight man. I nodded as I passed by. He pulled a box out of the truck and headed up the driveway into his garage.On my third lap I didn't see him. I glanced around his truck. Nothing. As I passed I looking into his garage, but only boxes. As I. We hurried and got dressed and I left the room first, hoping that I didn't run into any of my co-workers just yet. I headed for the washroom and fixed my hair and washed my face quickly. I ran up stairs and tried not to look like the cat who had swallowed the proverbial canary! Brad came upstairs and he too look rather energized. He looked at me and winked. I blushed when one of our co-workers said, "Well you two certainly look refreshed." I mentioned that a good nap can work wonders,. The waitress arrived and took our orders. While eating my club sandwich and fries, we continued with some meaningless small talk, but I took stock of Bess. She was probably near fifty, a bit on the hefty side, with huge tits. She had short cropped bleach blonde hair with strings of gray showing. She was not something that I would normally pursue to fuck. After eleven weeks of basic training and eight weeks of radar-navigator school, with nothing but my hand for relief, I was horny enough to.