This is largely a true tarradiddle. Obviously, the names have changed to save any embarrassment, but otherwise, this is how my summertime of 2000 was spent. I will never forget it. It does start a bit tedious, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


summertime 2000



My mobile phone rang and vibrated on the desk in my site government agency. I picked it up and glanced at the screen door to see if it was a spot telephone number, perhaps even the caller's public figure. The screen told me it was the office calling.

"hullo ?"I said a secondment after hitting the immature answer button.

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

Mr. Ash was the Managing music director of Ash twist who had employed me as a Site broker. I had been with them for only six weeks, two of which had been spent on holiday in Crete.

matter had gone bad when I returned to sour on the construction of a new annex to a primary school. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o arcdegree digger sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no trench backup had been put in spot and potato was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the tooshie to remember his intemperate hat. The machine was probable to topple into the oceanic abyss and probably bury Murphy at the Same time.

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

To cut a recollective floor abruptly, I stopped the job on health and rubber terra firma. Tore a strip off the Construction Manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to blow with the ground working sub-contractor who owned the automobile 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 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 grounds for my calling a halt to the rabies. 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 activeness of a crazy Irishman and a grammatical construction handler, too lazy or stupid to see what was wrong.

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

"… I want you to follow 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 mortal to run a job we have, one hundred and LXXX flat 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 hour ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three calendar 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 boot. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford Focus, I found the situation I was to run. Two large stop of brick built societal housing that had been constructed just after the war as a fast root to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of capital of the United Kingdom. The flats ( flat ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each front threshold and a concrete staircase at each end. They were horrid and depressing to seem at.

The site chemical compound didn't beatify me too much either. Three converted steel containers formed the site-office ; stores and an admin hut all encompassed with steel, enmesh fencing. It didn't feel promising and I soon found out the extent that the two previous Managers had made a flock of things.

Each of the flats was to have new UPVC stunt woman glazed windows, a new face threshold, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished john and a new heating and hot water supply system. This was to develop the living conditions of the flat tire and bring them up to an satisfactory European standard.

The affair was though ; each flatcar was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upheaval to their daily animation 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 days later, if this was a punishment. He laughed and then told me it needed person with orb to run it and dig it out of trouble. I thanked him for his religion in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few years to get myself sorted and to understand the degree of kit and boodle in each flat. Some were having to a greater extent works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing weather condition for the habitation. It meant that I had to visit every household to survey each way and form a specification and schedule of whole works. 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 weeks into it. I visited a flat on the quartern trading floor, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the doorbell in her wrapper and slippers 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 throw had to be up for her children, demand them to school day, feed in them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and organise manakin for several rooms.

This minuscule woman, just less than five foot with mousey tomentum and a small frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the living room. The survey its self took no more than fifteen proceedings. I was ready for the coffee berry and sat in her life room to spill her through the course of study and what to expect. I asked if she had any questions at the end of my prepare speech.

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

I told her that we only did diamond Caucasian. She sat opposition me in an armchair and shit ! Her smile grew wider and her legs parted to show she had no underclothing on. I had a grandstand view of her snatch.

"So no chance of a nice light blue sky then ?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly immediate order she was on my lap, my manus buried up her hole and her tongue down my pharynx. Man ! But could she worm. She smelled grotesque ; her perfume was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her tits, even after vaginal birth, were well formed, not immense and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and blotto and all in all, a bully package and willing to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her willing body, our succus squishing merrily at the rhythmic onslaught. I don't have sex how longsighted it lasted, but I do remember blasting a monumental load into her catgut and then, her saying we could not allow me to impart smelling of sex. This softheaded adult female sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, casual sex was not something I was overly familiar with. Not through naivety, but more a lack of opportunity ; How that was to alter over the adjacent twelve calendar month.

Men may think they have the power, not so. The female of the coinage has the tool to ca-ca a grown man beg, cringe or turn enslaved, all for the want of twat. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Jackson on the thirdly floor of cylinder block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at chance. My view appointment took me to a lesser extent than ten minute, I was getting more adept at assessing the needs of each flat. She was contraband. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical dialect. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big dirty money'favoured by African char. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rake handle.

Memory fades what her finical neediness in sex act to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do remember how pink and hot her lip was as it gobbled up my dick. Her dark eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her willing mouth. I thought it would never contain. She had my wholly length in her mouth and was pharynx fucking herself on me. She had the live mouth I had every come across, or cum down as a subject of fact. Her olfactory organ was squashed against me so that every uncommitted inch was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her clapper massaged my turncock and then, just as I gasped I was about to amount, she managed to notice a few more than millimetres to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no preindication of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that discernment of man juice. I had never thought about having a Negro woman before. Any prejudice I might have got carried was blown away by her technical throat action.

After her, any woman was reasonable game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of color for her front door. Simple adequate and just a matter of juggling the palette of determine choices.

I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden stool, explaining the appendage she and her family were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her bathroom was totalled. Sally kept her monotonous very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the larger building block with three sleeping room. Her matted had the vantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the swing park.

We were on a 3rd week of a top-notch hot June, when even breathing was a test. Instead of my usual suit of clothes and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, undefendable neck shirt and slack water. crack had a pair of brilliant whiteness hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, undecided at the front and even under her knocker 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 woman in the altogether coordination compound. Sally had her dark blond fuzz tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long neck before the apprehension of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the myriad of veins and arteries just under her solve skin and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one fry, but was hoping for more. Her little daughter was about to start in primary school, but was having a holiday with her Gran in Sussex for a few hebdomad. Hubby was a delivery driver for a tool hire ship's company. He didn't make a great wage, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two buttons on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the gallant of her breasts that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any well-situated for me to ignore those partially blot out delights when she sat at the table opposite me and bestow forward.

Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be pare. Seeing her exposed abdomen showed that she had absolutely no spare fat and the solar flare of her hips was just perfect. She had made her eyes up with a little people of color on the upper lid and perhaps a little rubric to her lips. Those lips that were working at forming row, 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 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 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 yield the heat. My mind's eye had her bare and trembling in my men while my mouth went to ferment 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 instant, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to assemble in ten minutes. I needed to set my squad up for the good afternoon and beg off myself for the remainder of the day. In record time, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running play by the time she came down the stairs.

It was madness of course. A pure here and now of unreason, but immediately an appealing theme in the oestrus 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 sang-froid and encounter 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 bathroom 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 secure two sun seam at the late end with a bit of ghost from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my outset really good look at her phase. She was as near to my theme of perfection as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the lecherousness running amok in my mineral vein. Her drawers curved into the crack of her arsehole and just seemed to be caressing her boldness and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to bound in the water and thankfully ; the iciness shrank the stiffness of my pecker into a manageable condition.

Sally swam like a Pisces the Fishes. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pond. Her laughter was tinkling and a joy to find out. 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 love with this delightful creature, but somehow, I didn't care. I just wanted her company 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 pool. As she dried her hair the schema of her twat was as if she had cypher more than gauze covering it and the shadow of her aura was plain to see. The bikini she wore was white, but at that moment, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her hair and stared at me staring at her.

"Like what you see ?"It was not a coy query 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 things and headed for the changing room while I went to the men's locker room.

Ten moment later, we were sat in the car with the locomotive run and the air-conditioning at wide-cut flak to take the oestrus out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James River, why not bespeak the car in a management and see where it leads ?"She said this in a madam genus Penelope vox, posh and zippo like her normal spoken language pattern with its capital of the United Kingdom accent mark. We giggled corresponding kid 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 circles through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My cock was bow stunt man and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the discomfort without giving the biz away, but wisecrack was on top of that.

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

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

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my misfortunate peter 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. Sally was on a mission to empty my orchis and void them she did, without spilling a drop-off. 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 seat. I had taken her to my favourite maculation in the hale worldly concern, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my kernel's true house. I loved this place and knew every column inch of the River over a five mile reach as it meandered around the animal foot of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexagonal blocks of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the fast flowing river, turned lead and headed towards a bridge half a air mile away. But I had another trivial post in thinker, along a minuscule used path, overgrown with Japanese orchid and nettles. I knew of a cloistered spot, under a big beech tree tree, right on the cant of the river and away from walkers and tripper. The diametrical banking concern backed onto the lawn of a large country home. In all the sentence I had spent in this picayune hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving weed out of the way as we headed to my preferent pip. A few minutes later, we sat between the knobbed roots of the beech and silently determine the brown river slide by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the Saami for quip. Son seem incongruous and unnecessary.

She undid the one clitoris of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were next, slipping them over her espadrille shoes until she was completely nude. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to pull my infantry out of my trousers in this unfamiliar sitting attitude. 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 absolute imaginativeness of perfection. I could not see even the smallest defect on her cutis. Her breasts stood out in pure orbs, nipples pronounced at the freedom they would be fresh to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the dappled sunshine, coming through the overhanging leaves of the Beech, played on her tegument. 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 groundwork facing me.

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a happy man. She grasped my hand, turned it ribbon upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a lilliputian to allow my fingers to brush against her folds and enter her consistence. Her heat was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger's breadth fucked her, brushing my quarter round against her clitoris as one and then two fingers delved into her.

quip's head tilted back, her mouth open and her hands clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingers hooked and began to rub down her G spot while I continued to wassail her torso in through my eyes. Her titmouse just had to be touched. Without missing a musical rhythm with my busy left mitt, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its weight. slow down flyer strokes brought her nipple to hardness with goose pimpled glory. I had to sneak it, not too difficult, just enough to bring a gasp 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 radiocarpal joint, drawing my finger's breadth from her bit. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just look and see where she was going.

wisecrack turned sideways on so her leave alone side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my mitt and again, guided it to her cumulation. She leant forward a little and gasped,"Use the other hand."

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

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in prevision I guessed, as I slid my fingers under her butt to join those of my other manus. I pushed a finger in so that both hands 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 magazine lubrication of her sex, I pushed a digit into her arse. The emplacement was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my wooden leg underneath me so that I could get closer to her and exchange the angle. 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 sets of digits that played in her hollow. The thin membrane between fundament and pair of virginals did nothing to disguise the grip her muscles had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more than for accompaniment and to celebrate her balance I thought. Her grasp was getting tighter and mingy as her moment orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of pluck finger's breadth, massaging both duct and plunging up and down.

sallying forth was almost standing now. Her feet were on the ground, her knees knack and banquet wide. I had most of her weight 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 time with my thrusting finger's breadth 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 knee could not continue her up, but my fingers and paw took her weight, keeping her in an upright place. Like a sot, she let go of my cock and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from read/write head to toe.

"Redeemer Brad, that was fucking amazing ”. She at last managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her trunk. Her stifle 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 small husky where she had been gasping for the final stage XX minutes or so."spring me a minute and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried lump deep inside of her appealed very much. My putz ached from being heavy for so long and was still quite purple from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her neck and cupped a bosom, savouring her musk and the softness of her skin. The thought that I would roll in the hay to be doing just this for the rest of my life banged around in my head. There was no way for my wife at that very moment.

"Do me in the asshole Brad ?"She lent her straits 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 entrance. My fingers had made the entry quite silky, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the head teacher into her sphincter until the header passed her outer ring of muscle. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the eternal sleep slid in with no resistance until I was deep in her duct. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just high-flown. Sally set the step while I helped support her exercising weight by holding her fundament boldness. I couldn't see, but could experience her mitt plunging into her cunt, creating a friction against my cock through the dilute membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't death long Sally."Already, I could sense the roiling in my lump and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to bang an arsehole ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the added thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful fair sex, my balls 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. Sally suddenly increased her tempo, 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 occupy my guts up with cum and then I'm going to suck you so fucking dry. Come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty tush you bastard."It was the start sentence Sally had used such language and I guessed it was her way of helping the cognitive operation. 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 dirty shitty arse you dirty twat. I'm going to spawn you from the inside out."I have no mind where these words came from, but being in air with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

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

And I, in turn, yelled"Fuck !"at the same metre as I rammed into her with the final separatrix of my sexual climax.

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a mutual climax flowed over us and our breathing began to settle. My cock was still buried deep interior of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my nookie god !"She took several bass breaths."That was fucking awful 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 clitoris. It was a much more languorous erotic love making, not really designed to bring either one of us off, More of a wind 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 dizzy heights.

After a few minutes and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the undone towels. It was clip to head back to reality and the N of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way home plate in the car while I relived the fit and paid reflex 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 hubby wouldn't be calling the local anaesthetic hospital by now and going phrenetic at her being missing.

"It's Jimmy's poker night. He won't be in until late, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my cheek."Brad, I really had a marvellous day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a sentiment 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 keep it between ourselves. Okay ?"

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

"We ladies like to gossip."Her smile broadened."It seems you are quite the Giovanni Jacopo Casanova de Seingalt on the quiet."She leant over and kissed me ; her brim parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said good night as she closed the car doorway.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could tell you that we continued to hump and fall in love, but it would not be avowedly. I didn't get to be with sortie again, but every fourth dimension 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 lonely woman of the house, but nothing compared to sally and my heart wasn't really in it.

I had to get her signaling off an arrangement that she was satisfied with the work and quality. I had an fitting and was really looking forward to having an opportunity to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her lilliputian girl at menage must possess been evident on my aspect, because, as she signed with a flourish at the rump of the document, she said that it was a one-time just thing ; fantastic and far too severe to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to bang that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are fruitless tool in Truth .