Blue-collar lover

[_honey_]

Looking for one guy only to play the workman. First to dive in will be replied to

Me: Mercedes, 19 year old student. Slim but curvy, tall and dusky. really attractive but it's not instantly noticible because I wear glasses and scrape my long thick hair back in a bun. Virgin, but wanting to lose the V-card.

IC: I couldn't believe the improvement when I stepped into my room. The mess I'd left this morning was now completely replastered. It had seemed the work that had gone on for weeks would never end, but now the house felt empty with only one of the builders in.

Though I'd gotten to know him well over the last few weeks, the silence made me suddenly very aware of him. His hieght and muscular build made him look too large for my cramped student accomodation. The plaster-dusted t-shirt and ripped jeans looked incongruous next to my books, lined up neatly on the shelves behind him. His presence was overwhelming, so I was glad to hear him break the silence:

"just clearing up for you. Get some guys to come down, shift all the leftover bits, and you're good to go. Also," he added with a wink, "I couldn't leave without saying bye to you now, could I?"

 

[emily123]

James Anderson
Age-29
A tall huge man with broad shoulders short black curly hairs, black eyes and a huge frame.
James had dropped out of college when his family died and his relatives took everything from him.
Since then he has been working as a workman.
Quite friendly by nature, his team was recently hired to repair a girl hostel's rooms.
There while working he met this beautiful and lovely girl Mercedes who was quite sweet to talk to.
Even though there work was to just repair the stuff and a cleaning team used to cleanp the mess he used to stay back on pretence of cleaning up the mess e created hoping to meet her or even just see her.

Today there work was comleted and he stayed back on pretence of cleaning to say good bye to her and try his luck to charm her

 

[_honey_]

At the sound of his deep voice, I couldn't help but smile. Still slightly flustered by his physical closeness, I used the classic fallback: "would you like a cup of tea?" As I fussed around with my kettle and teabags, I could feel him watching my every move. Since the room was barely larger than the bed, desk and chest of drawers it contained, I could feel the heat coming off his body as he stood behind me.

When I finally handed him his drink, I felt an eletric jolt as my fingers brushed against his. He smiled his lopsided smile again as we stared at each other, less than a metre apart. "well, this is cozy".

 

[emily123]

'You make really nice tea Mercedes"

i take a sip
"i just wanted to say the work is all over and and"
i remain quite for a moment and then say
"i will miss you a lot, you were so nice ad i thought you of as a close friend someone special i just wanted to ask if you don't mind could we be friends and meet after today?"