He was the coach who had inspired the local parents to get behind the building of the field. His efforts had kept the heat on the Council to get thing...s done.Ahmed was the landscaper and builder. He wasn't very tall, maybe 5'9" or so, and stockier than the other two. His handshake was almost painful to me. His hands were hard, incredibly strong, and heavily calloused. He had those tiny dreads that I think are so hot, neatly kept. Ahmed had used his crews to create the fields and stands, and done. As he came closer I placed my hands on his hips, he did the same, I ran my hands up his back as he copied what I did. I moved him against the wall out of sight of the window, moving my hands onto his hips and with my eyes wide open I leaned in and kissed him, just a peck, and he closed his eyes, I repeated it again and again his eyes closed. Moving my hands down his back I leaned and kissed him again only holding my lips on his a little longer, his arms were around my neck, my hands caressed. JC not recognizing her surroundings just lays there as Justis opens the door to his supervisor Wendell. Wendell steps in to see a naked JC in the chair and Justis zipping up his coveralls. “What the fuck, bro? What did I tell you about fucking the tourists?” Wendell demands. “I know, but she really didn’t resist. And it was kind of nice for both of us,” Justis offered. JC can’t believe the predicament she finds herself in and moves to gather her clothes to get dressed. “Bitch, what you trying. I love you, but I'm still nervous. This isn't going to be miraculous or anything." Of course it is."He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I held on to him as he tilted his head and kissed me. His mouth was warm and sure, firm without being demanding. I parted for him immediately and welcomed his tongue.The tingles began the second his tongue touched mine. They raced through my body, making my toes curl and my thighs tremble. I felt both weak and incredibly powerful. Even more.