The Sexy Workman

It was hard, dirty work. But somebody had to do it. And he was just the man.

He hitched his tape measure onto his belt and pulled on his worn work boots. When he looked up from those fraying laces, there was an intent gleam in his eyes. He stood to his full height, shoulders back and pulled his trusty old ballcap onto his head. He was ready to work. The sight of him in his faded jeans, snug in the butt and thighs, makes my breath catch in my chest.

Watching him work that noisy jack. Seeing him maneuvering that vibrating tool so adeptly. His muscles wound tightly to keep the drill under control. He is so capable and handy. He seems to just know how to do just about anything. This confidence and capability are just some of the attributes that make him so attractive to me. What is it about a man doing rugged, manly things that make him irresistible to me.

Soon he was covered in concrete dust. Beads of sweat dampened his shirt. I offered him something to drink. But he didn't want to stop untill he was through with the task at hand.
As I watched the shaft of his long, hard drill bit pounding into the concrete, I grew more and more excited. I think he was probably aware that I was staring. Surely if he should glance up, he would see the barely contained lust in my eyes.

I am so glad that this handy man is all mine. You can fantasize all you want girls. But this one is mine, and he's a keeper. He is a real mans man. Yet these same strong, hardworking hands can be so gentle. Those muscled arms only ever wrap around one woman. I am so glad that woman is me.