He told me he would be finished in about five minutes and then we went in the trailer that was set up as an office for the crew.The trailer was stuffy...and smelled strongly of manly sweat and cigarettes. It was a turn on to be alone with him there in these hypermasculine surroundings. He took off the hard hat, embraced me in a strong bear hug and kissed me deeply. As usual, the scent of his sweat, deodorant and cigarette tobacco chubbed me up. I cupped his package and noted that he was also. ” I was feeling more relaxed by the minute. “We went out a few times, but nothing was clicking.”“Something clicked enough for you to put your dick in her hoo-ha. My guess is it was those huge knockers.”“They were quite nice. But I like yours much better.”“Oh, please. I hardly have anything. I probably couldn’t even give a decent titty fuck even if you wanted it.”There was a loaded statement. “We’ll have to see about that one of these days.”She was up to my neck and shoulders again. Her crotch. She supposed that she wasn’t entitled to feel anything at all about it. One of the terms of their agreement was that there were no strings attached. That meant that they could each come and go as they pleased, that they would have no real expectations of one another. She had always thought that was what she wanted in a relationship, but it felt strange to be alone after they had shared such a passionate night. Before, they always spent mornings together drinking coffee and chatting before they. He nodded tiredly, thanked her, kissed her then watched her vanish; a vision of exhausted loveliness into her private bathroom. He felt he was now a man! She enjoyed the cool shower, it restored her a little, she douched, showered again and then dried herself, powder and a dab of scent, dry hair and a comb, made her feel a fresh woman, she dressed as she had been asked, severe dark business suit, crisp shirt, stockings, then she returned to the bedroom, Tim had re-made the bed, before he left,.