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Years ago, I worked in the road construction business painting lines on the road. Long story how I got there but there were less than a handful of women working in the business at that time or at least I met over the years. I was nervous due I had come from an office job to road construction. I mean I never even thought how the roads got built let alone anything about the highway stripping; but it would be one of the best times for me up to that moment. I was in my early 20's, had long, thick, dark hair almost to my waist, tanned easily, had a nice breast size (38D almost DD) and about 15-20 lbs heavier than I should have been when I started.

I started in the early summer and was really out of my element. I was on the shy side and not someone for the spot light. All of a sudden I was thrust into the spotlight because being the only female with 4 men; I tended to stand out a little bit. Some of the reactions I got were amusing, sometimes vulgar, inspiring, confidence boosting, sweet and even sometimes flattering. Little old ladies were my favorite because I could tell that they were the most shocked and amazed to see me working like I did.

Our job had us going all over the place. We could be 2-3 hrs out of Memphis or right in the heart of the city. I saw crews for every company in the road business all the time. I heard some jokes or stories that would have you rolling with laughter and almost peeing on yourself all the time. Over time most of the men were respectful and realized I was just out there to make a living. I was willing to do my share. I loved being outside and/or going down the road to another job. I understood why carpenters, truck drivers and other people who did similar jobs did what they did. It wasn't for everyone but if it was for you it was in your soul. You still have those shitty days just like any job; but when the day was good it was almost great.

Met all walks of life and saw things that most of the world ignored so yeah I felt pretty lucky. I was single and not interested in a relationship during this time unless someone that came along and really blew me away then I just might. I had offers weekly to hook up with someone but some seemed like they were more legends in their own minds or could not keep anything under their hat. Needless to say, I could have hooked up all the time but didn't find a man that really turned me on with more than his body, a cute face or a smile. Might do it for some but I wanted something more, something that had passion, a fire not just lust. When I sleep with someone, they touch and keep a piece of me that not just anyone can have.

I didn't want everyone knowing my business and thinking that I slept my way into a job. I took my job seriously since I was the first woman to go out on the road permanently. I tried to be dependable, honest, and hard-working with a sense of humor. One thing you couldn't do was bitch about the weather, the conditions we worked under and a sense of humor came in handy out there. Like I said, you can either do it or not. Some people didn't believe that a woman needed to be out there: but, I could hold my own. I didn't hear anything thing that I would not hear walking into any bar. I wasn't a ball buster or trying to be a man, just making a living and it was better paying than any office or warehouse job. I may not out lift the men; but, I was limber. I could get in spots, do some things they couldn't and had small hands that got into tight places. I picked up things quick and learned some mechanics skills that I still use today.

During the first winter, everyone worked in the shop mostly doing major repairs or updating equipment. The following spring when it got warm enough, the jobs started pouring in. I was 15 lbs lighter and was getting in the best shape I had been in my life.

About our first week or two, we pulled onto a job about 30 minutes east of Memphis in the late afternoon. I knew the company that was over the project pretty well. I like the men on the paving crew and usually they had a good joke or story to tell and were always polite. We had been there for about a 1/2 hour off to the side, where my boss was getting with the job foreman and the state man (Department of Transportation). We found out when they would wrap up and would be off the 5 lane road. They can lay enough asphalt to do a couple of miles almost depending on how wide the road is. This day they were paving the turning lane and the two inside lanes so not very far, maybe ¾ mile but it was almost three lanes.

We went to the beginning and started taking measurements and marking where the lines would go. By the time we got to the end, the paving crew would be off the road and we could go ahead and paint before the lanes were open to the public giving them time to dry. The paving crews always had one or sometimes 2 guys that kept up with traffic control throughout the jobsite at all times. He would drive around and around the job moving cones and barrels as needed. kurtköy escort The year before, the guys and I realized that if I was the first one that traffic saw coming towards us, they would slow down to get a look at me and by the time they couldn't see me anymore, they were out of the job area. It ended up being safer and we found out by accident, a little bonus.

So this was just like many other jobs. We were pretty even spaced for about 400 ft. I saw the traffic guy coming from the opposite direction. I saw my guys wave at him and he was hanging his arm out of the truck window and figured he was saying "Hi" to the men. I didn't recognize him from the year before but sometimes when you are working, you don't really look everyone eye to eye. I just figured that they were rotating someone from behind the asphalt spreader or some other machinery. Didn't give it much thought.

Everyone seem liked they had known him for awhile. I had to move our truck as we went down the road making measurements since it had flashing lights, kept cars from running up on us and the water cooler. About the time I was getting out of the truck, the traffic guy was almost to me and I could see him grab a cone off the road and toss it in the back of the truck like it was nothing. He worked with purpose which I notice right off. It sometimes helps to know who the workers are and who the slackers are. Some men were slackers, or would goof off every chance they could get away with on some crews, so I took a mental note in case I needed it in the future. Those were the guys I usually would talk to. They weren't trying to get in my pants every chance they could get or if they were they never let on.

He must have heard my truck door shut, looked up and saw me. Well I guess he stared just 1-2 seconds to long and he almost missed the next cone. With swiftness and fumbling through it, he tried to grab it. He didn't get a good hold on it so it slipped from his grasp and fell to the roadway about 4 feet from his truck behind me a couple of feet. I had my shades on and tried to act like I didn't notice and keep walking with my head pointed down to where I needed to be like I was concentrating on something in my mind. Not like the job had me doing calculus; but, the way he looked at me had me very self-consciences and had my body tingling in ways I hadn't had before just from a look. All of a sudden I felt the heat coming out of my face and neck. I just hoped my face wasn't getting red and he didn't see it.

He came to a quick stop and by this time I was walking past his truck about 6 ft away. I looked up at him and nodded as to say "Hello". I got to where I needed to be and my back was to him now and I had to grin a little and giggle to myself. It was one of the funniest and cutest things I have seen a man do thus far. I could see the pleasant surprise on his face and then in an instant he felt embarrassed like a teenage boy coming too quick his first time having sex.

The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the sexist or prettiest woman he had ever seen. I have been told that I have a pretty face but sometimes I wasn't sure if they were just being nice or if it was true. It really has been my eyes, hair and my sense of humor that I have heard the most about. Which is funny, I have always thought my eyes were too small but know that people like it when I look at them eye to eye. They are brown with almost ½ green at times so I guess they are hazel. My hair has always been really thick and my sense of humor was just my way sometimes covering up being nervous. Large groups of people or the spot light (whether one person or 100 people) make me nervous.

I could hear him mumble to himself. I couldn't hear what was said but could guess because I would have done the same thing if it had happened to me. I heard the truck door shut, gears shift and he went on about his business. My crew went on about our job and the traffic control guy did his job all the while I knew he was watching me when he passed by on either side which I found to be somewhat sensual. It was like something was in the air that I had never felt which I liked but made me nervous. I was aware of every square inch of my body and all the hairs.

I was comforted that at least with the shades on, not saying anything he couldn't tell what I was thinking