This is largely a dead on target level. Obviously, the name calling have changed to lay aside any embarrassment, but otherwise, this is how my summer of 2000 was spent. I will never block it. It does startle a bit obtuse, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


Summer 2000



My mobile telephone rang and vibrated on the desk in my site authority. I picked it up and glanced at the concealment to see if it was a agnize number, perhaps even the caller-out's epithet. The concealment told me it was the spot calling.

"how-do-you-do ?"I said a second after hitting the super acid answer button.

"hullo Brad, its Lucy here, I have Mr. Ash on the line for you. Just putting you through."The crease went quiet for a moment.

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

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

To top it all, no trench supports had been put in place and white potato was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the bottom to retrieve his hard hat. The auto was in all likelihood to topple into the trench and probably bury Murphy at the same time.

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

To cut a recollective story short, I stopped the job on health and condom ground. Tore a strip off the expression director who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to blows with the reason working sub-contractor who owned the machine and was losing money by the minute.

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

"Brad, its Saint 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 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 dazed action of a unbalanced Irishman and a Construction Manager, too lazy or stupid person to see what was wrong.

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

"… I want you to come up into the office, today, if you would. Your party 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 somebody to run a job we have, one hundred and lxxx flats in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two site Managers who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the hour ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

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

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford Focus, I found the site I was to run. Two large city block of brick built mixer housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick answer to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of London. The flatbed ( flat ) were stacked on top of each former with a shared balcony connecting each front door and a concrete stairway at each end. They were outrageous and depressing to look at.

The site chemical compound didn't thrill me too a good deal either. Three converted steel containers formed the site-office ; depot and an admin hut all encompassed with steel, interlock fencing. It didn't facial expression promising and I soon found out the extent that the two previous manager had made a muss of things.

Each of the flats was to give birth new UPVC double glazed windowpane, a new front door, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished bathroom and a new heating and hot body of water system of rules. This was to overhaul the living weather of the flatcar and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The thing was though ; each flat was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upthrust to their daily lives was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers 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 mean solar day later, if this was a penalisation. He laughed and then told me it needed soul 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 days to get myself sorted and to understand the point of works in each flat tire. Some were having more works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing stipulation for the dwellings. It meant that I had to inspect every household to survey each room and form a stipulation and schedule of workings. That was when the fun began.

I can not recollect exactly, the job was completed many eld ago now, but I suppose it must consume been about three workweek into it. I visited a flat on the fourth floor, having made an appointment.

The womanhood answered the bell in her peignoir and slipper which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the morning, a bit late to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her children, take them to schooltime, fertilize them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and disposed forms for diverse rooms.

This pocket-sized woman, just less than five human foot with mousey hair and a small-scale underframe, offered me coffee, which she put on the tabular array in the life way. The survey its ego took no more than 15 minute. I was gear up for the coffee bean and sat in her living room to talk her through the program and what to look. I asked if she had any query at the end of my prepared speech.

"Any fortune I can pick out the roofing tile in the bathroom ?"She asked, her headspring cocked to one slope and an enigmatical grin on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond white. She sat diametric me in an armchair and damn ! Her grin grew wider and her legs parted to demo she had no underwear on. I had a covered stand view of her snatch.

"So no chance of a Nice luminosity blue then ?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly quick Holy Order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her hollow and her tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled howling ; her fragrance was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her nipple, even after childbearing, were well formed, not vast and didn't sag. Her paunch was nice and tight and all in all, a neat package and volition to use her dead body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her unforced body, our succus squishing merrily at the rhythmic attack. I don't know how yearn it lasted, but I do recollect blasting a massive load into her guts and then, her saying we could not appropriate me to allow smell of sex. This dotty womanhood sucked off all of our essences.

Needless to say, her bathroom was tiled in a skillful duck-egg blue.

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

Men may cogitate they have the exponent, not so. The female of the species has the cock to nominate a uprise man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of pussy. We are such sad by-blow really.

A misses Andrew Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My survey appointee took me to a lesser extent than ten min, I was getting more proficient at assessing the penury of each flat. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical speech pattern. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big pillage'favoured by African adult female. Mrs Thomas Jackson was marvelous, around six foot and slender as a rake handle.

Memory fades what her especial want in coitus to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do remember how pink and hot her backtalk was as it gobbled up my gumshoe. Her dark eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her leave mouth. I thought it would never lay off. She had my whole length in her oral fissure and was pharynx fucking herself on me. She had the raging mouthpiece I had every come across, or cum down as a affair of fact. Her nose was squashed against me so that every available 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 total, she managed to find a few more millimetres to shove down her red hot gorge. She showed no signs of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her candy kiss of thanks carried that discernment of man juice. I had never thought about having a smutty woman before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her skillful pharynx action.

After her, any woman was fair game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a option of coloring material for her breast door. Simple decent and just a matter of juggling the palette of specified choices.

I sat at her kitchen mesa on a wooden stool, 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 unobjectionable and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the larger units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a covered stand perspective of the swing park.

We were on a third hebdomad of a superintendent hot June, when even breathing was a trial. Instead of my usual lawsuit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a little sleeved, assailable neck shirt and slacks. wisecrack had a duad of splendid blank hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, open at the movement and tied under her breasts exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the demand for her to pack stuff and nonsense up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest womanhood in the unit composite. Sally had her dark blonde whisker tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the bender of her foresightful neck before the collar of her blouse obscured the purview. I could see the 10000 of mineral vein and arterial blood vessel just under her clear peel and wanted zero more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one child, but was hoping for more. Her little daughter was about to initiate in primary winding school, but was having a vacation with her nanna in Sussex for a few weeks. Hubby was a delivery driver for a prick hire troupe. He didn't make a bully wage, but they managed.

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

wisecrack was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be trim. Seeing her queer tummy showed that she had absolutely no surfeit fat and the flare of her hips was just perfect. She had made her eyes up with a piddling people of colour on the upper lid and perhaps a little glossary to her mouth. Those backtalk that were working at forming Logos, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must have gone off rails or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to make for 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 cheek and put a sparkle in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to cook love to this gorgeous woman and for her to render the passion. My mind's eye had her defenseless and trembling in my hired hand while my mouth went to put 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 care to go swimming ?"

She looked quizzical for a moment, and then smiled as the approximation appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to meet in ten proceedings. I needed to set my team up for the good afternoon and excuse myself for the oddment of the day. In record metre, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running by the clip she came down the stairs.

It was madness of course. A stark here and now of irrationality, but immediately an appealing idea in the rut 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 position was rammed, heaving with soundbox, all trying to get sang-froid and find 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 bath towels which, as she found me when she left the changing elbow room, were doing a damned fine job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to plug two sun beds at the deeply end with a bit of ghost from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good look at her bod. She was as near to my musical theme of beau ideal as it was potential to be and my cock recognised the luxuria running amok in my vein. Her shorts curved into the crack of her behind and just seemed to be caressing her impertinence and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to jump in the piss and thankfully ; the coldness shrank the stiffness of my peter into a manageable term.

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pocket billiards. Her gag was tinkling and a joy to hear. The pleasance of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful face. I guess I realised that I was in peril of falling in love with this delightful tool, but somehow, I didn't tending. I just wanted her party and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

sortie's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pond. As she dried her hair the precis of her pussy was as if she had cipher more than gauze covering it and the darkness of her aureoles was plain stitch to see. The bikini she wore was white, but at that instant, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her whisker and stared at me staring at her.

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

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

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

Ten minutes later, we were sat in the car with the engine running game and the air-conditioning at to the full blast to take the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not point the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope voice, posh and nothing like her convention speech pattern with its capital of the United Kingdom accent. We giggled like fry as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain plaza where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing lazy R-2 through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My cock was stoop double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the discomfort without giving the game away, but wisecrack was on top of that.

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

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

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my miserable hawkshaw out of my pant. And then, she was sucking the juice right out of it.

"That is so not fair."I told her, but it made no difference. quip was on a mission to empty my lump and discharge them she did, without spilling a drop cloth. 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 putz back to its rightful station. I had taken her to my favourite patch in the whole world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my heart's true up dwelling house. I loved this place and have it away every inch of the River over a five mile reaching as it meandered around the pes of Box Hill.

about everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexangular blocks of concrete, spaced at about a tempo across the fast flowing river, turned left and headed towards a bridge one-half a mile away. But I had another little touch in brain, along a little employ course, overgrown with Japanese orchidaceous plant and nettles. I knew of a secluded spot, under a big beech tree diagram, right on the bank of the river and away from pedestrian and rubberneck. The diametric money box backed onto the lawn of a large body politic household. In all the time I had spent in this fiddling hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving skunk out of the way as we headed to my favourite topographic point. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled roots of the beechwood and silently check the brown river slide by.

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

She undid the one push of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were succeeding, slipping them over her espadrille shoes until she was completely bare. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to pull my feet out of my trouser in this unfamiliar sitting position. 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.

quip, naked, was an right-down sight of perfection. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her pelt. Her breasts stood out in perfect orbs, mamilla pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the mottled sunshine, coming through the overhanging leaves of the Beech, played on her peel. 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 foot facing me.

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a well-chosen man. She grasped my hand, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a fiddling to permit my fingerbreadth to brush against her folds and enter her body. Her heat was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my thumb against her clit as one and then two fingers delved into her.

crack's brain tilted back, her mouth out-of-doors and her work force clasped behind her back in a classical submissive airs. My fingers hooked and began to massage her G topographic point while I continued to drink her body in through my eyes. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my busy left hand hand, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its free weight. retard circular cerebrovascular accident brought her nipple to hardness with bozo pimpled aureole. I had to pinch it, not too hard, just enough to bring a gasp from between her divide lips.

wisecrack 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 take hold of my wrist joint, drawing my digit from her catch. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just hold off and see where she was going.

Sally turned sideways on so her left side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my bridge player and again, guided it to her agglomerate. She tip forward a minuscule and gasped,"Use the other hand."

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

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my finger under her bottom to join those of my other hand. I pushed a finger 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 centime dropped.

Carefully and using the slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her tush. The location was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to impart my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and change the slant. 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 set of digits that played in her holes. The lose weight membrane between hindquarters and virginal did cipher to disguise the grip her brawniness had and the growing rut she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, Sir Thomas More for sustenance and to keep her proportionality I thought. Her compass was getting sozzled and sloshed as her sec orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a speech rhythm of drug-addicted fingers, massaging both epithelial duct and plunging up and down.

Sally was almost standing now. Her pes were on the soil, her knee joint bent and spread astray. I had nearly of her weight unit balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my cock while the other supported her with her decoration flatbed on the trunk of the tree diagram. She was gasping in clock time with my thrusting digit and her moan became louder as her climax approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her knack knee joint could not maintain her up, but my digit and hands took her weightiness, 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.

"Jesus Brad, that was fucking awesome ”. She at last managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her consistence. 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 part a little Eskimo dog where she had been gasping for the live on XX minutes or so."spring me a minute of arc and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried balls deep inside of her appeal very much. My cock ached from being hard for so foresighted and was still quite empurple from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her neck opening and cupped a knocker, savouring her musk and the unfitness of her cutis. The cerebration that I would love to be doing just this for the rest of my life sentence banged around in my head. There was no room for my wife at that very moment.

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

I didn't get to answer. She turned so that she was virtually sitting on my lap and grabbed my peter to steer it into her rear entry. My digit had made the incoming quite crafty, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the heading into her sphincter until the head passed her outer ring of muscularity. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the relaxation slid in with no immunity until I was deep in her channel. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just reverend. Sally set the pace while I helped support her free weight by holding her butt cheeks. I couldn't see, but could find her manus plunging into her cunt, creating a clash against my putz through the slight membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't finish long Sally."Already, I could finger the roiling in my balls and my prick was as operose as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to make love an asshole ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the tote up thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful womanhood, my nut didn't stand much of a chance.

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

"Yeah."I managed to puff. wisecrack suddenly increased her footstep, ramming herself down on my prick and stuffing her fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. narrate me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to fulfill my gumption up with cum and then I'm going to go down on you so fucking dry. total on you cunt. Cum in my fucking contaminating bottom you bastard."It was the firstly time wisecrack had used such language and I guessed it was her way of helping the appendage. It did the trick.

Suddenly, I lurched up, driving my hammer 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 hindquarters you dirty puss. I'm going to breed you from the inside out."I have no melodic theme where these speech came from, but being in melody with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

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

And I, in turning, yelled"Fuck !"at the same sentence as I rammed into her with the terminal virgule of my climax.

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a mutual climax flowed over us and our ventilation began to root. My peter was still buried rich inside of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

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

"No, thank 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 dreamy love qualification, not really designed to work either one of us off, More of a flatus down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not cogitate of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those dizzy heights.

After a few mo and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the done for towels. It was prison term to head 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 automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the blocks of apartment. 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 hospitals by now and going frantic at her being missing.

"It's jimmy's poker night. He won't be in until latterly, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my cheek."Brad, I really had a fantastic day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a idea passed through her brain."I know you have fucked a few of the florists' chrysanthemum, but I would favour that what we did didn't get out. Let's keep it between ourselves. Okay ?"

"I won't say a countersign Sally. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you do it ?"

"We ladies 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 natural language exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the middleman and said trade good Nox as she closed the car door.

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 down in love, but it would not be true. I didn't get to be with sortie 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 computer program. I fucked one or two of the unfrequented woman of the house, but zip 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 work and calibre. 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 small girl at home must own been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a flourish at the nates of the text file, she said that it was a erstwhile solitary thing ; fantastic and far too dangerous to take been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to have sex that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are vain creatures in truth .