My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2.1 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2.1

... special occasions. I admit it was kinda slutty looking. I liked the way I looked at it, though. It felt naughty not wearing a bra as I tidied around the house. Thirty minutes to go until Nick got home I stopped fussing about, and went to do my hair and put on a little makeup.

The name of the game was to try hard without looking like I had tried at all. I put my hair up in a messy bun and put on eyeliner and shadow. No need to go overboard just trying to work with what I had. It was only a short time until Nick's truck pulled into our neighborhood. I rushed to the patio from my seat in front of the mirror.

"Heya, studly! How was work?" I hollered cheerfully.

"Hey Jess! Just another day on Wall Street," Nick answered with a deep laugh.

As I watched Nick saunter up from his truck, he lit a cigarette. He was such a sexy man. As he got closer, I noticed the hand that held his cigarette had a gash across the top, just below his knuckles.

"Oh damn, you cut yourself," I said, grabbing his hand and looking closer at the wound.

Nick looked at me and must have been confused because it took him a few seconds to respond.

"Yeah, um, I did that right after lunch, I think," he said, using his other hand to light a fresh cigarette.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to grab the first aid spray and help you put on a bandage," I said, rushing into the house.

The smell of oil and smoke on Nick when he came home from work was borderline intoxicating. I loved to hug him ...

... and take in what I had come to associate with his own personal smell. Sure, he cleaned up and dressed up. I preferred his dirty jeans and work shirts with the cigarettes in the pocket. He woke up, went to work, and did whatever he needed to return home. He enjoyed a good laugh and a smoke. He was as simple a man as I had hoped to meet.

I grabbed the supplies to patch him up and headed back outside. I didn't say a word and just took his callused hand in mine, turned it palm down, and sprayed the disinfectant on the cut.

"Damn, Jess!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, big baby, did that sting a little?" I said in a sing-song voice, holding his hand firmly.

"What are you cleaning that with, gasoline?" He laughed as I tried to hide my smile.

I wrapped his hand and taped the bandage in place. "Good as new," I said, looking up at him.

"Thanks, hot stuff," Nick replied, tossing his cigarette.

I blushed and grabbed his lunch cooler as we went inside. I pointed out Melissa's note, and Nick seemed shocked. He sat silently for a few minutes, getting his bearings. As I put his dirty lunch dishes in the sink, I stared at his ass as he bent over in his jeans. I wanted to bite his sexy self!

After I finished putting his lunch dishes away, I needed a minute, and Nick was still off somewhere in thought, staring at Melissa's note. I popped into my room and dabbed perfume on my cleavage and neck. I came out, and it was like Nick had come to life.

"You smell great. Do you, uh, have ...