His eyes trailed over my whole body, stopping at my chest and then again at my ass once I turned towards the counter again. Each time I saw this particular maintenance man, he would be undressing me with his eyes. Not that I was any better. I often let my mind wander, imagining what his cock would look like pumping in and out of my cunt, staring at his muscular tattooed arms and large hands. From the way he looked at me, with a hint of cruelty behind his eyes, I bet he fucked like a bull; dominant, forceful, and rough. He was clearly old enough to be my father. My pussy tingled.
“I’ll just get this unstopped and be right outta your hair.” He said in his Central Texas drawl. We didn’t get many old-school cowboys in this part of Texas on account of all the hippies, hipsters, and fit nuts