Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fertile Tara: EP2

"Shit, the movers," Tara thought, "They must have come early!" Carefully, she smoothed her skirt down over herself and brushed at her bedhead hair with her hand before stamping to the door. "God damn, they were supposed to be here in an hour... ughhhh!" Tara gripped the knob and threw open the door, but her glare melted. Three men stood in the doorway, looking down at her.

"Are you Tara Bridges?" The man in front asked.

"Yeah... That's me..."

"Looks like you have some furniture to move in," The man looked down at his clipboard, "Single-piece couch, table, some dining room chairs, queen-sized bed plus headboard, and assorted cardboard boxes - Is that right Miss Bridges?" "Umm, yes, that's right."

"Alright then," He looked back and motioned to his two partners who disappeared down the steps, "My associates will start moving up your things while you show me where you'll have them." Tara stared at the man blankly for a moment before starting, "Uh, Sure! Yes, thank you! I, well, let me show you around then!" She quickly turned back around, trying to hide her warming face. "Oh my God! They are sooo hot!"

Tara gave the foreman a tour of her apartment, glancing back at him constantly. She pointed to one corner of the living room and the other, her eyes scanning over his muscled arms and strong chest whenever he pointed in turn. They were no doubt developed from his job lifting furniture all day, she thought. Then she led him through the kitchen and into the bedroom, ushering him in before her so she could check him out from behind. She rubbed her thighs together when she saw his ass and legs, his body so taut and developed that she could see it through his pale shirt and blue jeans. When he turned to the side to look over the room, her eyes immediately fell down to his crotch, which bulged even then with his manhood.

"Pretty big, isn't it?" He said.

Tara jumped, her face red. "W-what?"

"No problem - we can fit your bed in here just fine," He continued looking around the room as Tara let out a little puff of air that had gotten caught in her chest. "I've got to get myself a boyfriend with a cock like that... God, I'm too horny right now for my own good..." Tara reflected, trying to keep her eyes off the foreman's package. She kept glancing back despite her best efforts.

almost as much as the foreman, carrying her large couch in as easily

her lusty daydreams, Tara managed to point, "Um, right there is good for

back downstairs while the foreman stayed with Tara. Her knees were feeling weak just by standing next to the man. She

a pretty nice apartment you've got," he said, "Excited about

yeah - yeah, I'm pretty excited,"

and cabinets and cat trees for little old ladies that smell like mothballs, so

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Tara laughed, "Mothballs?"

in everything we were moving. Couldn't get the

have to worry about picking up a bad smell here - no mothballs or

your word for it. Seems to smell rather nice in here, actually," he flashed Tara a sidelong glance. She felt

need to brush her hair back and study the hardwood

Roy, Miss

Tara, Roy," she

pleasure to meet you," he reached forward and took hold of her hand. Tara watched her dainty hand disappear in his firm, electric grasp. They shook, he barely moving yet

moving men enter the living room again. "Roy," said one of them with a box under each arm, "in the time you've spent talking up the pretty lady you could've emptied out half the

a large box, "bet she's tired of you trying to oogle the goods instead of helping