This is largely a true storey. Obviously, the epithet have changed to save 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 aspect so, forgive me that.


summer 2000



My Mobile phone rang and vibrated on the desk in my internet site berth. I picked it up and glanced at the screen to see if it was a recognised number, perhaps even the caller's gens. The cover told me it was the situation calling.

"Hello ?"I said a bit after hitting the jet solvent button.

"Hello Brad, its Lucy here, I have Mr. Ash on the line for you. Just putting you through."The melody went tranquillity for a moment.

Mr. Ash was the Managing Director of Ash Construction who had employed me as a web site factor. I had been with them for only six weeks, two of which had been spent on holiday in Crete.

thing had gone bad when I returned to process on the construction of a new annexe to a primary schooling. As I walked on website, I found a seventeen-ton 36o arcdegree digger sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The slope were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no trench reenforcement had been put in place and spud was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the posterior to find his grueling hat. The machine was likely to topple into the trench and probably bury Murphy at the Lapplander time.

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

To cut a long narrative short, I stopped the job on health and safe grounds. displume a strip off the Construction manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to blows with the earth working sub-contractor who owned the motorcar and was losing money by the minute.

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

"Brad, its 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 reasons for my calling a stop to the madness. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for what went on on-site and I had no intention of being jailed because of some stupid legal action of a wild Irishman and a Construction director, too lazy or stupid to see what was wrong.

"fountainhead yes, I see your point. However, that wasn't what I was calling about…"He paused, perhaps to admit 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 undertaking with you. I need someone to run a job we have, one hundred and eighty flats in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two internet site coach who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the time of day ? Oh, and by the way, your probation full point is over.

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

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Gerald Ford nidus, I found the website I was to run. Two prominent blocks of brick built societal housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick solution to the caparison shortage caused by the bombing of London. The flats ( flat ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each front door and a concrete staircase at each end. They were hideous and depressing to calculate at.

The site chemical compound didn't throb me too often either. Three converted steel containers formed the site-office ; stores and an admin hut all encompassed with blade, mesh fencing. It didn't look promising and I soon found out the extent that the two previous handler had made a mess of things.

Each of the flats was to birth new UPVC double glazed window, a new front doorway, a new fitted kitchen, a renovate lavatory and a new heat and hot H2O system. This was to modernize the living conditions of the flats and make for 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 life-time was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two handler and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the effect on their customers.

I knew I was in for a rough ride and asked Mr. Ash a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, if this was a penalization. He laughed and then told me it needed person with balls to run it and dig it out of trouble. I thanked him for his faith in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few sidereal day to get myself sorted and to understand the arcdegree of works in each flatcar. Some were having to a greater extent plant than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing shape for the dwellings. It meant that I had to chatter every home to survey each room and form a specification and schedule of work. That was when the fun began.

I can not remember exactly, the job was completed many years ago now, but I suppose it must have been about three week into it. I visited a flat on the quartern floor, having made an appointment.

The fair sex answered the bell in her housecoat and carpet slipper which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the break of the day, a bit belatedly to be ungarmented. Especially as she would consume had to be up for her children, take them to shoal, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to get in with my clipboard and prepared forms for various rooms.

This small woman, just less than five foot with mousey whisker and a small frame, offered me umber, which she put on the table in the animation elbow room. The sketch its self took no more than xv minutes. I was ready for the burnt umber and sat in her living way to lecture her through the program and what to ask. I asked if she had any questions at the end of my prepared speech.

"Any prospect I can choose the roofing tile in the bathroom ?"She asked, her read/write head cocked to one side and an enigmatic smile on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond ovalbumin. She sat opposite me in an armchair and damn ! Her smile grew wider and her legs parted to present she had no underclothing on. I had a grandstand perspective of her snatch.

"So no hazard of a nice twinkle wild blue yonder then ?"

I don't recall what I said, but in fairly quick order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her hole and her tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled marvelous ; her fragrance was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her mammilla, even after childbirth, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and cockeyed and all in all, a straight package and leave to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settle, plunging into her unforced soundbox, our juice squishing merrily at the rhythmical onslaught. I don't have sex how longsighted it lasted, but I do think of blasting a massive incumbrance into her guts and then, her saying we could not appropriate me to leave smell of sex. This crazy woman sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, casual sex was not something I was overly intimate with. Not through naivety, but more a lack of chance ; How that was to convert over the next dozen calendar month.

Men may remember they have the power, not so. The female of the species has the tools to name a originate man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of cunt. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Glenda Jackson on the third floor of engine block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at chance. My survey appointment took me to a lesser extent than ten transactions, I was getting more expert at assessing the motivation of each flat tire. She was black. She originated from British Guiana and spoke with a typical accent. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the common ‘ big booty'favoured by African women. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rake handle.

Memory fades what her fussy deprivation in relation to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do recollect how garden pink and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my dick. Her dark optic never left mine as my pinko cock disappeared into her unforced mouth. I thought it would never lay off. She had my whole length in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the hottest oral fissure I had every come across, or cum down as a matter of fact. Her olfactory organ was squashed against me so that every available inch was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her knife massaged my prick and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to find a few more millimetres to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no planetary house of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that gustatory perception of man juice. I had never thought about having a black woman before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her skillful pharynx action.

After her, any womanhood was comely game.

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

I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden stool, explaining the mental process she and her family were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her lav was totalled. Sally kept her insipid very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the expectant units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the vantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the swing park.

We were on a tierce week of a super hot June, when even breathing was a trial. Instead of my usual suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a brusque sleeved, clear neck shirt and falloff. Sally had a couplet of brilliant white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, assailable at the front and tied under her chest exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the mesa, dribbling on about the want for her to wad stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest womanhood in the whole coordination compound. Sally had her dark blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long neck opening before the arrest of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the ten thousand of venous blood vessel and arteria just under her authorize skin and wanted nix more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one child, but was hoping for more. Her little girl was about to start in principal school, but was having a vacation with her Gran in Sussex for a few weeks. husband was a delivery device driver for a pecker hire fellowship. He didn't make a cracking salary, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two buttons on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the fashion plate of her tit that showed between the orifice of the garment. She didn't make it any comfortable for me to ignore those partially hidden delights when she sat at the table opposite me and Lententide forward.

Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the even up term would be passementerie. Seeing her let out abdomen showed that she had absolutely no overindulgence fat and the flare of her hips was just consummate. She had made her eyes up with a little colour on the amphetamine lid and perhaps a fiddling colour to her lips. Those rim that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must have gone off track or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to play 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 face and put a sparkle in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to work love to this gorgeous woman and for her to return the mania. My mind's eye had her naked and trembling in my hands while my mouth went to work on her like some starved vampire.

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

She looked teasing for a moment, and then smiled as the estimate appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to run into in ten minutes. I needed to set my teams up for the afternoon and excuse myself for the remainder of the day. In record time, I had closed up my site-office and had the car run by the time she came down the stairs.

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

The place was rammed, heaving with bodies, all trying to get aplomb and find a bit of personal blank in which to put their towel. Of track, I didn't have one with me, but crack had thought of that and brought two bath towels which, as she found me when she left the changing room, were doing a damned fine job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to guarantee two sun beds at the oceanic abyss end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good smell at her form. She was as near to my musical theme of beau ideal as it was possible to be and my prick recognised the lustfulness running amok in my nervure. Her shorts curved into the fracture of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to climb up in the water and thankfully ; the coolness shrank the stiffness of my putz into a accomplishable status.

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pond. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to get word. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful face. I guess I realised that I was in risk of falling in honey with this delicious animal, but somehow, I didn't care. I just wanted her fellowship and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

Sally's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the kitty. As she dried her pilus the outline of her cunt was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the darkness of her aureoles was field to see. The bikini she wore was snowy, but at that consequence, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her whisker and stared at me staring at her.

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

"Very much so. Sally, you are beautiful ”. It was a dim-witted 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 storage locker room.

Ten hour later, we were sat in the car with the engine running and the air-conditioning at full flack to take the rut out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not channelise the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a peeress Penelope voice, posh and nothing like her rule speech pattern with its capital of the United Kingdom idiom. We giggled same children as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain place where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

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

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

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

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

"That is so not fair."I told her, but it made no remainder. Sally was on a delegacy to empty my balls and abandon them she did, without spilling a pearl. 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 space. I had taken her to my preferent spot in the whole world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my heart's dead on target home. I loved this plaza and knew every inch of the River over a five nautical mile stretch as it meandered around the foot of Box Hill.

most everyone, who braved the precarious ford of the hexangular pulley block of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the profligate flowing river, turned pull up stakes and headed towards a bridgework half a mile away. But I had another little spot in judgement, along a little utilize itinerary, overgrown with Japanese orchids and nettles. I knew of a sequestrate blot, under a big beech tree, right on the money box of the river and away from walkers and excursionist. The opposite money box backed onto the lawn of a large area house. In all the time I had spent in this trivial hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving pot out of the way as we headed to my ducky smear. A few transactions later, we sat between the gnarl beginning of the beechwood and silently watch the dark-brown river slide by.

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

She undid the one button of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were next, slipping them over her espadrille shoes until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the Lapplander, struggling to pull my substructure out of my trousers in this unfamiliar sitting spot. 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.

Sally, naked, was an inviolable sight of perfection. I could not see even the belittled defect on her cutis. Her breasts stood out in double-dyed orbs, nipples pronounced at the exemption they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her smasher and the way the cloud sun, coming through the overhanging leaves of the Beech, played on her hide. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational thoughts together in a string.

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

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her optic, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a felicitous man. She grasped my hand, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a trivial to allow my finger's breadth to brush against her plica and enter her dead body. Her heat was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger's breadth fucked her, brushing my pollex against her clitoris as one and then two finger delved into her.

Sally's school principal tilted back, her mouth open and her paw clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingers hooked and began to massage her G spot while I continued to drink her eubstance in through my centre. Her knocker just had to be touched. Without missing a cadence with my busy left manus, I caressed her knocker, cupping it as if taking its weight. decelerate rotary solidus brought her nipple to hardness with goose pimpled aureoles. I had to pinch it, not too hard, just enough to fetch 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 open before."She reached down and grabbed my wrist, drawing my finger's breadth from her snatch. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just wait and see where she was going.

Sally turned sideways on so her allow for slope was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my deal and again, guided it to her mound. She leant forward a niggling and gasped,"Use the other hand."

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

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in prediction I guessed, as I slid my finger's breadth under her fundament to join those of my other deal. I pushed a finger in so that both manus were now massaging her wall. 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 slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a fingerbreadth into her arse. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring in my wooden leg underneath me so that I could get closer to her and alter the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. crack sat down on my digit so that I was supporting her between the two sets of figure that played in her holes. The thin membrane between tail end and pair of virginals did zippo to disguise the bobby pin her muscles had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my dick, Sir Thomas More for reinforcement and to save her equalizer I thought. Her range was getting tighter and tight as her s orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a cycle of hooked finger's breadth, massaging both channel and plunging up and down.

crack was almost standing now. Her pes were on the ground, her knees knack and bed covering all-encompassing. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my rooster while the early supported her with her medallion flatbed on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in time with my thrusting fingers and her moan became louder as her sexual climax approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her bent knees could not stay fresh her up, but my finger's breadth and manpower took her weight, keeping her in an upright posture. Like a drunkard, she let go of my cock and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from nous to toe.

"Jesus Brad, that was fucking awesome ”. She at finis managed to say as my fingerbreadth gently eased out of her body. Her human knee 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 terminal twenty minutes or so."Give me a minute and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried formal deep inside of her attract very much. My cock ached from being hard for so long and was still quite purple from her frailty like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her neck and cupped a breast, savouring her musk and the gentleness of her cutis. The thought that I would love to be doing just this for the rest of my life banged around in my psyche. There was no way for my wife at that very moment.

"Do me in the arse Brad ?"She lent her pass against my os frontale."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 dick to conduct it into her hind end entrance. My fingers had made the entree quite slick, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the headspring into her sphincter until the chief passed her tabu ring of muscle. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the residue slid in with no resistance until I was deep in her duct. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just rarefied. Sally set the pace while I helped support her weight by holding her butt boldness. I couldn't see, but could feel her script plunging into her cunt, creating a friction against my hammer through the lean membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't last farseeing Sally."Already, I could feel the roiling in my testis and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to fuck an arse ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the add up thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful womanhood, 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. quip suddenly increased her rate, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. Tell me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to make full my moxie up with cum and then I'm going to suck you so fucking dry. follow on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty derriere you bastard."It was the first time Sally had used such voice communication and I guessed it was her way of helping the unconscious process. 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 cruddy rotten ass you dirty cunt. I'm going to spawn you from the inside out."I have no thought where these news came from, but being in tune with her, knew that she would bask them.

"Argh."She yelled as my tool exploded, sending gallons of pent up spunk, deep into her colon.

And I, in good turn, yelled"Fuck !"at the Lapplander clip as I rammed into her with the net strokes of my culmination.

We stayed still for a here and now as the gleam of a reciprocal orgasm flowed over us and our respiration began to go under. My cock was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my screw god !"She took several deep breaths."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 love making, not really designed to play either one of us off, more of a malarkey down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not recall 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 bankrupt towels. It was fourth dimension to channelise back to reality and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way home in the car while I relived the scene and paid automatonlike attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the pulley-block of flatcar. evenfall 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 hospitals by now and going frantic at her being missing.

"It's jemmy's poker Night. He won't be in until late, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my buttock."Brad, I really had a fantastic day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a thought passed through her mind."I know you have fucked a few of the mums, but I would prefer that what we did didn't get out. Let's maintain it between ourselves. Okay ?"

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

"We Lady like to gossip."Her smile broadened."It seems you are quite the Casanova on the quiet."She leant over and kissed me ; her lips parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said safe Nox as she closed the car threshold.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could tell you that we continued to fuck and fall in honey, but it would not be true. I didn't get to be with Sally again, but every time 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 housewife, but goose egg compared to sally and my heart wasn't really in it.

I had to get her mark off an agreement that she was satisfied with the oeuvre and quality. I had an appointment and was really looking forward to having an opportunity to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her little miss at place must experience been patent on my cheek, because, as she signed with a flourish at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time only thing ; fantastic and far too life-threatening 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 egotistical creatures in truth .