The words the girl had spoken came back to her.

All hairy and tanned muscles wanted to tie her up and.

She turned the corner and squinted at the hot August sun. A gentle breeze swept her shoulder-length red hair about her face. For a moment, she seemed to lose her footing, and reached out instinctively for support. A strong arm grabbed her.

"Hey, better watch it, sweet thing!" said a deep masculine voice. "Wouldn't want to damage those goods!"

When Gina had regained her balance, she jerked her arm away and looked into the man's face. His eyes, however, were looking at her tits. She thrust the folder of papers up against her tits.

"Thank you," she said, her voice frosty. "I… I didn't see that board there."

"How about coming in the shack with me and have a Coke or something?" the man asked, giving her a wide grin. "It's about time for my break and…"

"I beg your pardon?" Gina gasped. The nerve! Some dirty, little construction worker asking her for a date! What would you call a Coke in a construction shanty? "Of course not," she said, taking a step backward.

"Suit yourself, babe!" he said, a smile still on his face.

Gina wanted to run and run, but she couldn't seem to move her feet. She merely stood there and stared at him. Her eyes looked over his body.

He was well over six-feet tall and he had a body like a young, Greek God. His muscular flesh was covered with short, corn-colored hair. His chest was bare, tanned and sculptured. His chest ran down to a waspish waist, and between his legs she could see a thick mound of cock inside his dirty jeans. His hands were large, capable-looking.

"You like what you see?" the man said, a tone of sarcasm was in his voice.

Gina looked into his clear, blue eyes and felt her mouth open. Then hardly knowing what to say, she turned and ran, her heels clicking on the pavement. She heard the man give a long, throaty laugh.