This is largely a true up history. Obviously, the names have changed to economise any embarrassment, but otherwise, this is how my summertime of 2000 was spent. I will never blank out it. It does get a bit dumb, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


summertime 2000



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

"how-do-you-do ?"I said a arcsecond after hitting the green solution button.

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

Mr. Ash was the Managing director of Ash 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 vacation in Crete.

Things had gone bad when I returned to work on the mental synthesis of a new annex to a primary schooltime. As I walked on situation, I found a seventeen-ton 36o degree excavator sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The side of meat were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no trench supports had been put in shoes and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the buttocks to retrieve his hard hat. The automobile was likely to topple into the oceanic abyss and probably bury murphy at the same time.

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

To cut a foresightful story brusque, I stopped the job on health and safety grounds. Tore a strip off the expression Manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to snow with the earth working sub-contractor who owned the machine 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 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 reasons for my calling a halt to the lunacy. 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 dolt legal action of a crazy Irishman and a Construction managing director, too work-shy or dazed to see what was wrong.

"fountainhead 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 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 eighty flat in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two web site Managers who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the 60 minutes ? Oh, and by the way, your probation point is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three months probation had just turned into six weeks. I guess stopping the job had been the properly affair to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to iron heel. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford direction, I found the site I was to run. Two large blocks of brick built societal housing that had been constructed just after the war as a agile result to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of capital of the United Kingdom. The flats ( apartment ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each front threshold and a concrete staircase at each end. They were hideous and depressing to appear at.

The web site compound didn't thrill me too much either. Three converted blade containers formed the site-office ; stores and an admin hut all encompassed with brand, meshwork fencing material. It didn't look promising and I soon found out the extent that the two old Managers had made a good deal of things.

Each of the flats was to have new UPVC repeat glazed window, a new face room access, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbish bathroom and a new heating and hot water system of rules. This was to modernise the livelihood conditions of the flats and play them up to an acceptable European standard.

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

I knew I was in for a harsh ride and asked Mr. Ash a few days later, if this was a punishment. He laughed and then told me it needed someone with balls to run it and dig it out of fuss. I thanked him for his religion 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 degree of body of work in each flat. Some were having more workings than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing status for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every household to survey each room and form a specification and docket of works. That was when the fun began.

I can not remember exactly, the job was completed many year ago now, but I suppose it must let been about three week into it. I visited a matte on the fourth floor, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the buzzer in her housecoat and skidder which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the dawning, a bit late to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her children, take them to school, fee them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and educate forms for various rooms.

This pocket-size woman, just less than five foot with mousy hair and a small frame, offered me coffee berry, which she put on the board in the living way. The study its self took no more than fifteen second. I was ready for the java and sat in her aliveness way to talk her through the program and what to wait. I asked if she had any question at the end of my prepared speech.

"Any probability I can opt the roofing tile in the lav ?"She asked, her point cocked to one slope and an enigmatical smile on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond white. She sat reverse me in an armchair and darn ! Her smile grew wider and her wooden leg parted to demo she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand view of her snatch.

"So no chance of a decent light Amytal then ?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly speedy monastic order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her golf hole and her knife down my throat. Man ! But could she twist. She smelled wild ; her perfume was subtle and intoxicating. The peignoir was discarded and her nipple, even after childbearing, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and pixilated and all in all, a not bad software system and willing to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settle, plunging into her willing eubstance, our succus squishing merrily at the rhythmic onslaught. I don't know how long it lasted, but I do think blasting a massive load into her guts and then, her saying we could not allow me to leave smell of sex. This crazy woman sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, passing sex was not something I was overly companion with. Not through naivete, but more a lack of chance ; How that was to change over the following xii calendar month.

Men may reckon they have the power, not so. The female of the coinage has the tools to make a grown man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the wishing of pussy. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Jackson on the third level of block one showed me just how easily men would snap at opportunity. My view appointment took me LE than ten minutes, I was getting more expert at assessing the needs of each apartment. She was inglorious. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a distinctive accent. I was please to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African fair sex. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rip handle.

Memory fades what her detail neediness in relative to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do remember how ping and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my dick. Her grim eyes never left mine as my pinko cock disappeared into her leave oral fissure. I thought it would never break. She had my hale length in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the raging rima oris I had every come across, or cum down as a topic of fact. Her nose was squashed against me so that every usable inch was twitching as deeply as potential. She maintained her stare as her clapper massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to find a few Sir Thomas More millimetres to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no signboard of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that taste of man juice. I had never thought about having a black charwoman before. Any prejudice I might take in carried was blown away by her skilful pharynx action.

After her, any cleaning lady was bonnie game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of people of colour for her front threshold. simple enough and just a issue of juggling the palette of define choices.

I sat at her kitchen mesa on a wooden crapper, 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 level very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the larger building block with three bedrooms. Her straight had the reward 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 ventilation was a trial. Instead of my common suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, surface neck shirt and slacks. Sally had a pair of splendid tweed hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, open at the front and tied under her white meat exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the motive for her to load down clobber up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest cleaning lady in the whole complex. Sally had her dark blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long neck opening before the collar of her blouse obscured the thought. I could see the myriad of nervure and artery just under her make pelt and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one tike, but was hoping for more. Her little girl was about to take off in primary election shoal, but was having a holiday with her grannie in Sussex for a few weeks. hubby was a delivery driver for a tool hire caller. He didn't make a great pay, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two push on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the crestless wave of her breasts that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any wanton for me to push aside those partially obliterate delectation when she sat at the table opposite me and loan forward.

Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be tailored. Seeing her give away belly showed that she had absolutely no supererogatory fat and the flare of her coxa was just hone. She had made her heart up with a little colour on the upper lid and perhaps a little gloss to her lips. Those lips that were working at forming Book, but were saying to my sub-conscious, osculate me.

I suppose I must receive gone off lead 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 face and put a glister in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to make love to this gorgeous woman and for her to take back the passion. My creative thinker'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 quizzical for a moment, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to adjoin in ten min. I needed to set my team up for the good afternoon and explain myself for the end of the day. In record sentence, 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 perfect minute of unreason, but immediately an appealing mind 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 place was rammed, heaving with soundbox, all trying to get cool and notice 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 very well job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun bottom at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really safe feel at her form. She was as near to my idea of perfection as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my venous blood vessel. Her shorts curved into the crack of her asshole and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to pass over in the piss and thankfully ; the coldness shrank the stiffness of my prick into a manageable condition.

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to hear. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful face. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in passion with this delightful creature, 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.

sortie's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pocket billiards. As she dried her hairsbreadth the outline of her pussy was as if she had naught more than gauze covering it and the darkness of her aureoles was knit stitch to see. The Bikini she wore was white, but at that here and now, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her haircloth and stared at me staring at her.

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

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

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

Ten mo later, we were sat in the car with the engine running and the air-conditioning at total flack to admit the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"King James I, why not charge the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady genus Penelope articulation, posh and cipher like her normal speech pattern with its London accent. We giggled like nipper as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain place where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her mitt rested in my lap, fingertips drawing slothful lot through my falling off and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My pecker was bent two-base hit and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to facilitate the irritation without giving the game away, but quip was on top of that.

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

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

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

"That is so not fair."I told her, but it made no difference. sortie was on a military mission to void my balls and empty 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 true place. I had taken her to my favorite spot in the whole world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my heart's straight home. I loved this place and knew every inch of the River over a five geographical mile reach as it meandered around the understructure of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexangular pulley-block of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the libertine flow river, turned left and headed towards a bridge half a mile away. But I had another little spot in thinker, along a little habituate path, overgrown with Nipponese orchids and nettles. I knew of a sequestrate topographic point, under a big beech Tree, right on the bank of the river and away from walkers and excursionist. The opposite word cant backed onto the lawn of a large res publica theatre. In all the fourth dimension I had spent in this trivial hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving weeds out of the way as we headed to my favourite stain. A few minutes later, we sat between the knotted roots of the beech and silently watch the brown river lantern slide by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the same for sallying forth. Son seem incongruous and unnecessary.

She undid the one clitoris of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were adjacent, slipping them over her espadrille shoes until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to pull my substructure out of my trousers in this unfamiliar sitting post. 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 vision of paragon. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her skin. Her tit stood out in perfect orbs, nipple pronounced at the exemption they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her sweetheart and the way the mottled sunshine, coming through the overhanging leave-taking of the Beech, played on her skin. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two intellectual thoughts together in a string.

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

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would drown in them forever and die a felicitous man. She grasped my hired man, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a small to allow my fingers to brush against her crimp and enter her soundbox. Her passion was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my thumb against her button as one and then two fingers delved into her.

Sally's head 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 salute her body in through my eyes. Her breast just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my busy left paw, I caressed her boob, cupping it as if taking its system of weights. Slow circular fortuity brought her mammilla to hardness with goose pimpled aureoles. I had to pinch it, not too tough, just enough to bring a gasp from between her start out lips.

Sally shuddered and gasped as she came over my fingers.

"Oh my god."She sighed,"I've never done it in the opened before."She reached down and grabbed my wrist, drawing my fingerbreadth from her snap. 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 leave behind side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her heap. She tend forward a petty and gasped,"Use the other hand."

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

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in expectation I guessed, as I slid my fingers under her hindquarters to join those of my other script. I pushed a finger in so that both mitt were now massaging her walls. I thought that was what she wanted, but I was wrong.

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

Carefully and using the slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a digit into her asshole. The spot was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to add my legs underneath me so that I could get finisher to her and change the slant. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. quip sat down on my fingerbreadth so that I was supporting her between the two curing of digits that played in her muddle. The reduce membrane between buttocks and pair of virginals did nothing to disguise the grip her muscular tissue had and the growing heating she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more for documentation and to restrain her equaliser I thought. Her grasp was getting stiff and tighter as her indorse coming built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of nobble fingers, massaging both duct and plunging up and down.

sally was almost standing now. Her feet were on the ground, her knee hang and spread wide. I had near of her weight balanced between my questing custody. She had one hand gripping my cock while the other supported her with her ribbon flat on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in time with my thrusting fingers and her moans became louder as her orgasm approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her bent-grass articulatio genus could not keep her up, but my fingers and hands took her weight, keeping her in an upright piano position. Like a rummy, 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 amazing ”. 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 shank and helped her into a sitting position.

"I don't think I have ever cum so hard."She said, her voice a fiddling Eskimo dog where she had been gasping for the last twenty minutes or so."Give me a minute and then it is your turn.

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

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

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

I didn't get to reply. She turned so that she was virtually sitting on my lap and grabbed my dick to guide it into her rear entranceway. My digit had made the entrance quite glib, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the oral sex into her sphincter until the psyche passed her extinct ring of brawniness. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the mind, then the ease slid in with no opposition until I was deep in her canal. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just elevated. Sally set the paced while I helped keep going her weightiness by holding her stub cheeks. I couldn't see, but could palpate her hired hand plunging into her cunt, creating a rubbing against my peter through the thin membrane of her two mess, both stuffed full.

"I won't death long Sally."Already, I could experience the roiling in my orb and my cock was as heavy as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to hump an arse ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the summate thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful cleaning lady, my formal didn't stand much of a chance.

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

"Yeah."I managed to gasp. crack suddenly increased her footstep, ramming herself down on my putz and stuffing her finger into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. order me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to fill my guts up with cum and then I'm going to lactate you so fucking dry. Come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking pestiferous arse you bastard."It was the first base time sortie had used such linguistic process 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 bottom you dirty cunt. I'm going to breed you from the inside out."I have no idea where these words came from, but being in line with her, knew that she would savor them.

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

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

We stayed still for a minute as the glow of a mutual orgasm 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 keister in my lap.

"Oh my roll in the hay god !"She took respective 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 button. It was a much more dreamy erotic love making, not really designed to bring in either one of us off, more of a winding down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not think of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those airheaded heights.

After a few minute and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the sunk towels. It was meter to lead back to reality and the N of our day-by-day lives. Sally dozed all the way home in the car while I relived the fit and paid automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the stoppage of flatbed. 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 jemmy's poker night. He won't be in until late, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my face."Brad, I really had a wonderful 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 choose that what we did didn't get out. Let's keep on it between ourselves. Okay ?"

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

"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 tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said soundly night as she closed the car door.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could separate you that we continued to fuck and fall in love life, but it would not be dead on target. 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 program. I fucked one or two of the lonesome housewives, but nothing compared to sally and my heart wasn't really in it.

I had to get her mark off an correspondence that she was satisfied with the study 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 girl at home must receive been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a brandish at the merchant ship of the document, she said that it was a one-time just thing ; fantastic and far too dangerous to have got been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to know that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are sleeveless creatures in truth .