It was really turning me on to watch him work. As he finished stacking the last of the Sakrete, I decided to take him a Gatorade. He was wet with swea... and asked if I minded if he took his shirt off. I shook my head no as he slowly peeled his wet t-shirt over his head, revealing a lightly-furred, deeply-muscled torso with a delicious, dark, happy-trail diving into his button-fly jeans…. It looked like he was getting erect.My mouth watered as he sauntered over to take the Gatorade. Ben posed and. He was conscious of sitting during their agonizing trek, so maybe they traveled by car, or maybe he just needed to stop frequently to rest. They ended up in an unfamiliar bedroom. He thought he remembered stairs so probably an apartment. She peeled off the filthy pants and damaged shirt to inspect his wounds. As she shifted him painfully this way and that for a better look she spoke soothing words. Slowly he began to understand them. She was mostly talking to herself, cataloging his injuries,. “I really don’t think I should have another one” I apologetically uttered.“They’re on the Guys upstairs” he said “Just nod and I’ll get you a refill” he explained.Such nice lads. Gone back to work and left a tab at the bar to keep me happy. Hmmm, I thought, this needs repaying.All alone, I sat sipping yet another JD, pondering my options. Do I leave and check in to the Motel next door? - boring night ahead.Do I stay here and Laptop the afternoon away, until the lads got off work?Do I do. He cleared his throat nervously, his dick throbbing against his shorts now. "Wh... what are you doing Stacy?" He asked.Stacy felt his dick move his shorts under her hand, making her pussy tingle even more. She looked at him, trying to looked surprised my his question. "What do you mean? I'm sitting here to keep you company," she said, trying to sound innocent. "B... but your hand is on my leg, and your leg is touching mine," David said, shifting uneasily on the couch. "Is it making you.