he was doing all the time... had to be more than just tinkering with
his car. He was clean, mind you. The dirt was just a permanent
fixture by now.
He had the hands of a working man. Callouses. Rough fingers. The
novelty of those hands.... I trembled when I felt those fingers cross
my bare belly. Catch on the fabric of my bra. Twine in my hair...
And the fingernails, yes, when he drew them down my back, or along my
hip, and I had to clap a hand over my mouth so's not to wake my
roommates.
*sigh* There's just something about a blue-collar man.
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