Three minutes later, Vince’s head appeared.
“I’m finished,” he growled, spitting out his mouthpiece to toss a few more balls her way.
He dragged his body out of the drink, looking luscious, even for all his glop-dripping and griping.
Lace hustled over to him, holding out one of the towels they’d retrieved from the back of his truck. She draped it over his shoulders, even though she didn’t want to cover up the visual entertainment.
“Thanks,” he grumbled, scrubbing it over his chest. He brought it up to his head and also scruffed it over his short hair, seeing pieces of…something fall out. “Gross.”
Vince eventually held the sopping thing away from his body with two fingers, while he waggled his tongue around in his mouth as if to rid the inside of whatever he might have inadvertently tasted.
“I’m going to need a really long shower, and a full tube of toothpaste,” he snorted.
Since the construction had begun on the second full bath in the house, Vince had been using her primary to shower, and the half bath to take care of all his other morning and evening ablutions.
But tonight…
Lace was getting ahead of herself.
“First,” she ordered, “you need to get into some dry clothes.”
Vince shook his head. “I’m plenty warm, considering it’s August, and I’m not interested in contaminating the stuff I had on for less than an hour, earlier.”
“So… You’re going to go home like that?” Lace squeaked, nearly swallowing her tongue at the vast expanse of skin on display.
“Nope. I’m losing the boxers and this gross thing.”
He eyed the towel as if it were a viper. “I’ll wrap up in a couple more towels I have in the truck so I don’t get my seats all scummy.”
Lace nodded, almost heading into a thought-spiral that had Vince stripping out of his boxers provocatively; bumping and grinding with his new, clean towels. But thereality, in this case, was going to be sooo much better than any fantasy, so Lace forced herself to stay in the moment.
“Okay, then,” she responded breathlessly, turning to keep up with Vince who had picked up the final ball-bucket and was already hoofing it back to the truck which was parked in the lot, five holes away.
“I’ll have someone drop this off here, tomorrow. I’m totally over this job,” he groused.
Eventually he noticed that Lace was having trouble matching his quick pace.
He apologized and slowed down. “Sorry. I’m just anxious to get clean,” he huffed.
“I completely understand,” she commiserated, not in the least bit upset. She’d been enjoying the view of his ripped back as she stayed a few paces behind. “I’m, uh, actually thinking about showering, too.”
He stopped, dead.
Lace ran ahead of him by a few steps and held out her filthy hands, pouting down at them as if to convince him it was a good idea for her to get clean, as well.
“See? I’m dirty, like you.”
Vince growled, and the front of his boxers began tenting.
He began walking again, but this time he looked flushed.
“Give me five minutes alone, first,” he gruffed over his shoulder as he passed by her. “I won’t feel comfortable touching you until I’m clean.”
“Five minutes,” she agreed breathlessly. “Then I’m coming in.”
“Not arguing with that,” he grated. “How big is your water tank?” he continued, clearly planning ahead.
“Big enough to last at least a half hour,” she told him raspingly, her skin prickling with goosebumps, knowing that very soon she’d be naked and wet with Vince.