This is largely a true floor. Obviously, the names have changed to economize any embarrassment, but otherwise, this is how my summer of 2000 was spent. I will never block it. It does originate a bit slow, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


Summer 2000



My mobile phone rang and vibrated on the desk in my site office. I picked it up and glanced at the screen to see if it was a recognised number, perhaps even the caller's name. The screen told me it was the power calling.

"hello ?"I said a indorsement after hitting the green answer button.

"how-do-you-do Brad, its Lucy here, I have Mr. Ash on the line for you. Just putting you through."The line of business went quiet for a moment.

Mr. Ash was the Managing theater director of Ash grammatical construction who had employed me as a web site broker. I had been with them for only six week, two of which had been spent on holiday in Crete.

Things had gone bad when I returned to do work on the construction of a new annex to a primary shoal. As I walked on land site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o degree digger sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The side were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no oceanic abyss supports had been put in piazza and potato was asking for a ravel so he could get down to the bottom to retrieve his hard hat. The machine was in all probability to topple into the deep and probably bury white potato at the same time.

To say it was a clowning of fault would be an understatement.

To cut a yearn story short, I stopped the job on wellness and safety land. Tore a strip off the Construction Manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to blast with the ground working sub-contractor who owned the automobile and was losing money by the minute.

I guess I had been expecting the margin call from Mr Ash and fully expected to be invited to fuck off.

"Brad, its Jacques Louis David Ash here."He didn't sound too pissed with me."I understand you have stopped the job in Caterham."

I told him I had and the rationality for my calling a halt to the madness. I reminded him that I was ultimately creditworthy for what went on on-site and I had no intention of being jailed because of some stunned actions of a brainsick Irishman and a mental synthesis manager, too work-shy or stupid to see what was wrong.

"wellspring yes, I see your stage. However, that wasn't what I was calling about…"He paused, perhaps to permit me to stop spluttering.

"… I want you to come into the office, today, if you would. Your company car is waiting here for you. It isn't a new one, but will do for now. I also want to go over a new project with you. I need someone to run a job we have, one hundred and lxxx flats in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two site handler who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the hr ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three month probation had just turned into six weeks. I guess stopping the job had been the right thing to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to thrill. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my fording Focus, I found the web site I was to run. Two turgid stoppage of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a agile solution to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of London. The apartment ( flat ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each strawman door and a concrete staircase at each end. They were repulsive and depressing to calculate at.

The site compound didn't thrill me too very much either. Three converted steel containers formed the site-office ; stores and an admin hut all encompassed with brand, mesh fencing. It didn't look promising and I soon found out the extent that the two previous manager had made a tidy sum of things.

Each of the apartment was to feature new UPVC double glazed windows, a new front line door, a new fitted kitchen, a freshen up bathroom and a new heating and hot weewee system. This was to develop the living term of the flats and work them up to an acceptable European standard.

The affair was though ; each flat was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upheaval to their daily liveliness was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the result on their customers.

I knew I was in for a gravelly drive and asked Mr. Ash a few days later, if this was a penalty. He laughed and then told me it needed soul with globe to run it and dig it out of worry. I thanked him for his religious belief in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few mean solar day to get myself sorted and to realise the degree of works in each flat. Some were having more works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing conditions for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every home to survey each elbow room and take form a specification and schedule of works. That was when the fun began.

I can not retrieve exactly, the job was completed many age ago now, but I suppose it must deliver been about three week into it. I visited a flat on the fourth storey, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the buzzer in her housecoat and slipper which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the first light, a bit belatedly to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her small fry, take them to school, fertilise them and so on. I accepted her invitation to record with my clipboard and prepare word form for diverse rooms.

This small woman, just less than five animal foot with mousey hair and a modest frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the life way. The survey its self took no more than 15 moment. I was make for the coffee tree and sat in her sustenance way to talk her through the program and what to expect. I asked if she had any inquiry at the end of my fix speech.

"Any chance I can choose the tiles in the bathroom ?"She asked, her head cocked to one incline and an enigmatic smile on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond white. She sat antonym me in an armchair and tinker's dam ! Her grin grew wider and her peg parted to evince she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand view of her snatch.

"So no probability of a nice light bluing then ?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly quick ordination she was on my lap, my hand buried up her hole and her tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she worm. She smelled fantastic ; her essence was pernicious and intoxicating. The negligee was discarded and her knocker, even after childbearing, were well formed, not immense and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and tight and all in all, a neat package and willing to use her soundbox to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settle, plunging into her willing body, our juices squishing merrily at the rhythmical onset. I don't know how long it lasted, but I do commend blasting a monolithic load into her gumption and then, her saying we could not set aside me to leave smelling of sex. This crazy womanhood sucked off all of our essences.

phonograph needle to say, her bathroom was tiled in a nice duck-egg blue.

Until this job, chance sex was not something I was overly familiar with. Not through naiveness, but More a want of opportunity ; How that was to change over the next twelve months.

Men may guess they have the power, not so. The female of the specie has the pecker to make a big man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of slit. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Stonewall Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My sketch appointment took me LE than ten minutes, I was getting more expert at assessing the pauperization of each flatcar. She was black. She originated from British Guiana and spoke with a typical accent. I was delight to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African fair sex. Mrs Glenda Jackson was tall, around six groundwork and slender as a rake handle.

Memory fades what her particular need in telling to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do call up how pink and hot her sassing was as it gobbled up my hawkshaw. Her dark middle never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her willing lip. I thought it would never stop. She had my whole length in her sass and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the hottest sassing I had every come across, or cum down as a matter of fact. Her nose was squashed against me so that every usable inch was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her tongue massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to encounter a few more millimetre to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no foretoken of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her osculation of thanks carried that gustatory sensation of man juice. I had never thought about having a black woman before. Any prejudice I might bear carried was blown away by her expert throat action.

After her, any woman was fair game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of colour for her front man door. simple sufficiency and just a matter of juggling the palette of set choices.

I sat at her kitchen mesa on a wooden throne, explaining the process she and her family were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her bathroom was totalled. Sally kept her flat very fair and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the expectant unit with three bedrooms. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a covered stand sentiment of the swing park.

We were on a tertiary week of a A-one hot June, when even breathing was a tryout. Instead of my common suit of clothes and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, unfastened neck shirt and slacks. sally had a brace of brilliant white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, open air at the front and tied under her white meat exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the need for her to pack stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest char in the whole building complex. Sally had her dark blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her yearn neck before the catch of her blouse obscured the position. I could see the myriad of veins and arterial blood vessel just under her clear skin and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one tyke, but was hoping for more. Her small daughter was about to go in primary school, but was having a holiday with her grannie in Sussex for a few hebdomad. married man was a saving driver for a tool hire caller. He didn't make a great earnings, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two release on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the swell of her breasts that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any easier for me to ignore those partially hidden delight when she sat at the mesa opposite me and lent forward.

Sally was slender. Not slim in anyway, but I guess the correct terminus would be prune. Seeing her exposed stomach showed that she had absolutely no excessiveness fat and the flare of her coxa was just pure. She had made her optic up with a little people of color on the upper lid and perhaps a slight gloss to her backtalk. Those sassing that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must have gone off caterpillar track or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to bring me back from whatever fantasy I was wondering around in. I had to apologise and I know I blustered and she laughed. Her laughter lit up her beautiful facial expression and put a sparkle in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to hit bed to this gorgeous woman and for her to give back the warmth. My psyche's eye had her raw and trembling in my hand while my mouth went to mould on her like some starved vampire.

I don't know why or even what made me ask it, but I blurted out,"Would you wish to go swimming ?"

She looked quizzical for a second, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to meet in ten minute of arc. I needed to set my teams up for the good afternoon and excuse myself for the remainder of the day. In track record prison term, I had closed up my site-office and had the car track by the time she came down the stairs.

It was madness of course. A perfect moment of irrationality, but immediately an appealing idea in the heat of this flaming June we were suffering. I didn't have a bathing costume and had to buy one on the way to Tooting Beck Lido.

The position was rammed, heaving with bodies, all trying to get cool off and chance a bit of personal space in which to put their towel. Of course, I didn't have one with me, but Sally had thought of that and brought two bathing tub towels which, as she found me when she left the changing room, were doing a damned o.k. job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun beds at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good look at her form. She was as near to my thought of perfection as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my mineral vein. Her shorts curved into the crack of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her face and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to jump in the water and thankfully ; the frigidity shrank the severeness of my gumshoe into a manageable condition.

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pocket billiards. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to pick up. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful fount. I guess I realised that I was in risk of falling in passion with this delightful brute, but somehow, I didn't guardianship. I just wanted her society and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

crack's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pocket billiards. As she dried her hair the synopsis of her pussy was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the swarthiness of her aura was plain to see. The bikini she wore was E. B. White, but at that moment, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her haircloth and stared at me staring at her.

"Like what you see ?"It was not a coy interrogation and felt like an invitation.

"Very much so. Sally, you are beautiful ”. It was a simple statement of fact. I though her as gorgeous and telling her felt good.

"Shall we go ?"Sally picked up her matter and headed for the changing room while I went to the men's locker room.

Ten hour later, we were sat in the car with the railway locomotive track and the air-conditioning at wide-cut eruption to strike the heating out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"Henry James, why not point the car in a instruction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope vocalisation, posh and zippo like her normal speech pattern with its London idiom. We giggled like children as I headed for the countryside of surrey and a sure situation where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing slothful circle through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My cock was bent threefold and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to still the discomfort without giving the game away, but Sally was on top of that.

"A bit uncomfortable are you Brad ?"It was a totally unnecessary question, teasing if anything.

"Mm, yes."I tried to concentrate on driving.

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my wretched dick out of my trousers. And then, she was sucking the succus right out of it.

"That is so not fair."I told her, but it made no difference of opinion. Sally was on a deputation to empty my balls and void them she did, without spilling a drop. God knows how we didn't end up in a ditch as she slurped my cum down her throat.

Eventually, we arrived at the steppingstones and climbed out of the car, but not before I had managed to get my dick back to its rightful billet. I had taken her to my favored berth in the wholly world, near to where I had grown up and very in all likelihood, my heart's true home. I loved this blank space and knew every inch of the River over a five mile stretch as it meandered around the invertebrate foot of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the shaky crossroad of the hexagonal blocks of concrete, spaced at about a tread across the fast flowing river, turned left and headed towards a bridge half a nautical mile away. But I had another little office in mind, along a short expend path, overgrown with Japanese orchid and nettles. I knew of a secluded situation, under a big beech tree, right on the bank of the river and away from Alice Malsenior Walker and sightseers. The opposite bank building backed onto the lawn of a vauntingly state house. In all the sentence I had spent in this little hideout, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving widow's weeds out of the way as we headed to my preferred spot. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled source of the beech and silently catch the brown river slide by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the same for sally. quarrel seem incongruous and unnecessary.

She undid the one release of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were adjacent, slipping them over her espadrille shoe until she was completely nude. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to pull my infantry out of my trousers in this unfamiliar sitting stance. She had brought the towels which were now dry and laid these out while I folded our garments and put them out of the way, draped over a low hanging branch.

wisecrack, naked, was an absolute vision of flawlessness. I could not see even the small mar on her skin. Her boob stood out in perfect orbs, nipples pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beaut and the way the dappled sun, coming through the overhanging leaves of the beechwood, played on her cutis. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational thoughts together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for fuck's interest, before I burst ?"She had knelt between my ft facing me.

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her optic, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a happy man. She grasped my handwriting, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a little to tolerate my fingers to sweep against her faithful and enter her organic structure. Her high temperature was unbelievable as was her wetness. I slowly digit fucked her, brushing my thumb against her clitoris as one and then two fingers delved into her.

Sally's head tilted back, her mouth open and her manpower clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingers hooked and began to massage her G post while I continued to drink her body in through my eyes. Her pap just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my meddling depart handwriting, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its weight. retard broadsheet diagonal brought her teat to hardness with goof pimpled gloriole. I had to nip it, not too hard, just enough to wreak a pant from between her parted lips.

Sally shuddered and gasped as she came over my fingers.

"Oh my god."She sighed,"I've never done it in the undetermined before."She reached down and grabbed my wrist joint, drawing my fingers from her grab. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just wait and see where she was going.

sallying forth turned sideways on so her left incline was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her pitcher. She run forward a little and gasped,"Use the former hand."

My left was entering her body once again while my right was cupping the peachy softness of her bottom, stroking and kneading her pliant flesh.

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in prevision I guessed, as I slid my digit under her bottom to join those of my other mitt. I pushed a finger's breadth in so that both hands were now massaging her bulwark. I thought that was what she wanted, but I was wrong.

"Not there. Back a bit."She hissed. The cent dropped.

Carefully and using the tricksy lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her arse. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and change the Angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. Sally sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two sets of finger that played in her hole. The thin membrane between arse and virginal did nothing to disguise the grip her muscles had and the growing heating plant she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more for support and to keep her balance I thought. Her grasp was getting loaded and mingy as her moment orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of soak fingers, massaging both canals and plunging up and down.

Sally was almost standing now. Her feet were on the ground, her knees bent and spread full. I had nearly of her free weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one mitt gripping my peter while the other supported her with her palm tree flatbed on the proboscis of the tree diagram. She was gasping in fourth dimension with my thrusting finger's breadth and her moan became louder as her orgasm approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her bent knee joint could not keep her up, but my finger's breadth and paw took her weight, keeping her in an upright position. Like a drunk, she let go of my cock and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from head to toe.

"Deliverer Brad, that was fucking stick ”. She at last managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her body. Her knees were still shaky so I put and arm around her waist and helped her into a sitting position.

"I don't think I have ever cum so hard."She said, her voice a little husky where she had been gasping for the lowest XX proceedings or so."spring me a arcminute and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried globe bass inside of her appealed very much. My shaft ached from being knockout for so foresightful and was still quite imperial from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her neck and cupped a titty, savouring her musk and the softness of her hide. The intellection that I would love to be doing just this for the rest of my life banged around in my chief. There was no room for my wife at that very moment.

"Do me in the arse Brad ?"She lent her head against my forehead."That is how I like it best."

I didn't get to resolve. She turned so that she was virtually sitting on my lap and grabbed my hawkshaw to guide it into her rear entrance. My fingerbreadth had made the entrance quite pat, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the head into her sphincter until the foreland passed her taboo ring of sinew. As soon as her sphincter muscle allowed for the forefront, then the residue slid in with no resistance until I was deep in her channel. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just sublime. Sally set the paced while I helped hold up her exercising weight by holding her butt cheeks. I couldn't see, but could feel her hand plunging into her slit, creating a friction against my pecker through the thin membrane of her two fix, both stuffed full.

"I won't finale farseeing Sally."Already, I could feel the roiling in my ball and my cock was as toilsome as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to jazz an asshole ; it wasn't something my married woman enjoyed. So, with the added bang of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful charwoman, my balls didn't stand much of a chance.

"You going to cum Brad ?"She asked me over her gorgeous shoulder."Are you going to cum in my bum ?"

"Yeah."I managed to gasp. Sally suddenly increased her pace, ramming herself down on my peter and stuffing her fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. tell apart me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to fill up my intestine up with cum and then I'm going to suck you so fucking dry. number on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty arse you bastard."It was the first time Sally had used such language and I guessed it was her way of helping the outgrowth. It did the trick.

Suddenly, I lurched up, driving my cock even deeper into her. She grunted as it bottomed out and then squealed as I yelled that I was cumming.

"I'm cumming in your filthy rotten arse you dirty cunt. I'm going to spawn you from the interior out."I have no idea where these Holy Writ came from, but being in strain with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

"Argh."She yelled as my rooster exploded, sending Imperial gallon of pent up spunk, deep into her colon.

And I, in turn, yelled"Fuck !"at the Saame time as I rammed into her with the final accident of my climax.

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a common coming flowed over us and our breathing began to settle. My cock was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her hind end in my lap.

"Oh my fucking god !"She took several deep breath."That was fucking awesome Brad. Thank you."

"No, give thanks you Sally."And I meant it.

She slowly wiggled her bum in my lap and I reached around her to lightly stroke her clit. It was a much more languorous beloved making, not really designed to take either one of us off, more of a wind down as my dick softened inside of her. I could not imagine of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those dizzy heights.

After a few minutes and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the ruined towels. It was time to head back to reality and the N of our casual lives. Sally dozed all the way home in the car while I relived the panorama and paid automatic attending to driving.

I dropped her off a short way from the blocks of flatcar. Dusk was setting, it was quite late.

"You going to be okay when you get in ?"I asked, hoping that her husband wouldn't be calling the local anaesthetic hospitals by now and going frantic at her being missing.

"It's jimmy's salamander dark. He won't be in until late, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my cheek."Brad, I really had a marvelous day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a thought passed through her creative thinker."I know you have fucked a few of the mums, but I would opt that what we did didn't get out. Let's keep it between ourselves. okeh ?"

"I won't say a word sallying forth. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you know ?"

"We dame like to gossip."Her grin broadened."It seems you are quite the Giovanni Jacopo Casanova on the quiet."She leant over and kissed me ; her lips parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the striking and said good night as she closed the car door.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could severalise you that we continued to make out and decrease in love, but it would not be true. I didn't get to be with Sally again, but every meter I saw her, she would smile and often wink at me in conspirital knowledge.

The job continued, gradually catching up to syllabus. I fucked one or two of the lonely housewives, but aught compared to sally and my sum wasn't really in it.

I had to get her foretoken off an agreement that she was satisfied with the study and lineament. I had an designation and was really looking forward to having an opportunity to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her little lady friend at rest home must have been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a fanfare at the bed of the document, she said that it was a one-time only thing ; grand and far too dangerous to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to know that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are vain brute in truth .