Straight Female / 26
Not What I Expected Him To Be
Laid off I got to the point of any job is a good job. The agency sent me to a business close to the marina. There were a couple of guys working handling materials, my gig was to help do an inventory, first one. Counting all the stuff in the yard in the heat, not knowing what anything was and this sweaty guy in a wife beater and tattoos telling me whatever he wanted. I couldn't tell one way or the other.
Crawling over a metal contraption I cut the inside of my thigh. Deep enough to bleed. The guy, with his dirty, smelly hands puts me on my stomach, spreads my legs to get a look. His diagnosis, a couple of staples, and some pain meds cause it was going to start hurting. Taring my blouse, folding it over the wound, wrapping his rag around my leg he got the bleeding to stop.
Next thing I know I'm in his truck going to see a a doctor at the urgent care. He walks me in, holding me by my waist. Once inside the examining room, oh he stayed, even after getting my shorts off, he tells the doctor what I cut myself on and I needed a tetanus shot, a couple of staples and I'd be good to go. The doctor cleaned the wound, two staples, a tetanus shot leaving the guy to help me pull my shorts up.
I didn't get a swat on the ass but I expected it. Back at the yard he offers to drive me home leaving my car overnight. We get some takeout, he drops me off and he leaves. He picks me up, he is slower and methodical helping me get an inventory done. For the foll8wing week he foll8ws up, he changes my dressing, examines me carefully. By then having his fingers an inch from my vagina doesn't seem out of the ordinary.
I get well, with a scar, I finished my gig and ended up dating the guy. The guy, an ex military Medic trainer, a current EMT, a RN. And part owner of the business. he did get his fingers in me, and his penis. But that's a story for another day.
Crawling over a metal contraption I cut the inside of my thigh. Deep enough to bleed. The guy, with his dirty, smelly hands puts me on my stomach, spreads my legs to get a look. His diagnosis, a couple of staples, and some pain meds cause it was going to start hurting. Taring my blouse, folding it over the wound, wrapping his rag around my leg he got the bleeding to stop.
Next thing I know I'm in his truck going to see a a doctor at the urgent care. He walks me in, holding me by my waist. Once inside the examining room, oh he stayed, even after getting my shorts off, he tells the doctor what I cut myself on and I needed a tetanus shot, a couple of staples and I'd be good to go. The doctor cleaned the wound, two staples, a tetanus shot leaving the guy to help me pull my shorts up.
I didn't get a swat on the ass but I expected it. Back at the yard he offers to drive me home leaving my car overnight. We get some takeout, he drops me off and he leaves. He picks me up, he is slower and methodical helping me get an inventory done. For the foll8wing week he foll8ws up, he changes my dressing, examines me carefully. By then having his fingers an inch from my vagina doesn't seem out of the ordinary.
I get well, with a scar, I finished my gig and ended up dating the guy. The guy, an ex military Medic trainer, a current EMT, a RN. And part owner of the business. he did get his fingers in me, and his penis. But that's a story for another day.
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