Page 7 of Whiskey and Regret

He was fine as fuck.

He ticked all the boxes on my list and I wanted him to tick one more box if he had the time…

He was tall.

Chocolate.

Perfect white teeth.

Broad shoulders.

Tattoos.

Bingo.

Playing the harp wasn’t the only way I released stress. If there was good dick around, I’d sniff it out like a bloodhound. Mama needed some stress relief even if it was only a quickie from a mover. Something about those clean gray overalls against his deep brown skin made my nipples hard. I was definitely experiencing blue-collar lust. That was a real thing, right?

“Can you sign here?” He asked, his voice was so deep and smooth I wanted to burrow under it like a blanket. I took the pen from his hand and signed my name on the line then smiled up at him. “Thank you,” he grinned showing even more of his pretty teeth.

“You’re welcome. Hey, how long before you have to deliver the boxes to their destination?” I pulled the hair tie out of my curly puff and let my kinky spirals bounce free. I squeezed the curls in place with my hands while I listened to him talk.

“In an hour. We’re on lunch as soon as we leave your place. Why?”

Oh, he knew why with his sexy ass.

“Well, I’m stressing about this move and I’m absolutely not ashamed to tell you that I use dick as a stress relief method.”

A deep and loud laugh fell from his lips as he tucked his clipboard beneath his massive arm. He said, “Wow, you’re…forward.”

“I am. I don’t like to waste time.” I pulled my Calvin Klein tank top off and tossed it to the side, baring my breasts. His eyes dropped and he let out another chuckle while he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You’re serious right now?” He looked down at the clipboard and back up at me, “Xari? Am I saying that right?”

“Yup. The X sounds like a Z. My parents were fancy and dramatic,” I shrugged. “So, are we fucking or what? I have condoms.” I tipped my head to the side and ran my tongue over my lips. “You look like a gold wrapper guy. Am I right?” I already saw his erection thickening in his overalls. He wasdefinitelygold wrapper material.

“Gold wrappers all day.” He set the clipboard down and shut the door then he unzipped his overalls like a good boy.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I purred. “Come here, let me do that.” I tugged him over to me and unwrapped him like the king-sized chocolate bar he was. Then I rode his dick on the floor in front of Sunshine. Hopefully, she had her eyes closed.

Mr. King-sized chocolate bar gave me everything I needed. I achieved my own orgasm from stroking my clit while his thick dick filled me up. He tried to touch my clit but I brushed his hand away because I already knew he wouldn’t know what the fuck he was doing. I was driving the boat. Not him. He was there for the thrill of it.

“I never fucked a girl with a clit ring before.”

“Congratulations,” I smiled. “Now you have.” I pulled my curls back into a high puff and sat on the stool in front of my harp.

“So, can I get your number, Xari?”

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. This was just momentary stress relief. I thought I mentioned that. I don’t do the dating thing.”

“Well, we can be friends with benefits. I’m cool with that.” He shrugged his arms into the sleeves of his uniform and licked his lips watching me shimmy back into my tank top.

“We can’t. You’ll catch feelings. I’m not a feelings type of girl. I had fun though. Thanks.” I touched the side of his face and opened the door for him. “I know your coworkers are pissed,” I sang.

“Yeah…they probably are. I just ate up lunchtime.”

“Aw. That sucks. Bye.” I wiggled my fingers at him and closed the door, tucking one last rebellious curl under my ponytail holder. Now that my stress was under control, I needed to call Navy.

“What is it?” She answered in a hushed tone.