This is largely a admittedly write up. Obviously, the names have changed to write any plethora, but otherwise, this is how my summer of 2000 was spent. I will never leave it. It does start a bit slow, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


Summer 2000



My Mobile River headphone rang and vibrated on the desk in my site part. I picked it up and glanced at the sieve to see if it was a recognised number, perhaps even the phoner's name. The screen told me it was the office calling.

"hullo ?"I said a second after hitting the putting surface resolution button.

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

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

Things had gone bad when I returned to process on the construction of a new annex to a master school. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o degree 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 supports had been put in seat and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the hind end to retrieve his heavy hat. The machine was belike to topple into the deep and probably bury murphy at the same time.

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

To cut a long account forgetful, I stopped the job on health and guard primer. pull a strip off the Construction managing director who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to blows with the ground 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 hump 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 rationality for my calling a check to the foolishness. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for what went on on-site and I had no intent of being jailed because of some stupid action of a wild Irishman and a twist coach, too slothful 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 allow me to stop spluttering.

"… I want you to fare 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 flats 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 hr ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three month probation had just turned into six workweek. I guess stopping the job had been the right affair to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to iron boot. I called my married woman to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford Madox Ford Focus, I found the site I was to run. Two turgid mental block of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a prompt solution to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of London. The flatcar ( apartments ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each forepart door and a concrete stairway at each end. They were horrid and depressing to look at.

The web site compound didn't shudder me too very much either. Three converted steel containers formed the site-office ; entrepot and an admin hut all encompassed with steel, interlock fencing. It didn't expression promising and I soon found out the extent that the two former Managers had made a mess of things.

Each of the flats was to have new UPVC double glazed windows, a new presence door, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished lavatory and a new heating and hot water system. This was to modernise the living conditions of the flats and bring them up to an satisfactory European standard.

The affair was though ; each flatbed was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upheaval to their everyday life history was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two coach and the Council, who was the guest, had not understood the force on their customers.

I knew I was in for a bumpy ride and asked Mr. Ash a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later, if this was a penalty. 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 faith in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few days to get myself sorted and to sympathise the degree of works in each flat. Some were having Thomas More works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing conditions for the home. It meant that I had to visit every household to survey each room and imprint a spec and schedule of kit and boodle. That was when the fun began.

I can not remember exactly, the job was completed many age ago now, but I suppose it must own been about three weeks into it. I visited a flatcar on the fourth floor, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the doorbell in her housecoat and slider which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the dayspring, a bit late to be undressed. Especially as she would suffer had to be up for her children, consider them to schoolhouse, give them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and devise mannequin for diverse rooms.

This pocket-size woman, just less than five foot with mousey hair and a belittled frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the living room. The resume its self took no more than 15 minutes. I was prepare for the chocolate and sat in her bread and butter elbow room to sing her through the program and what to have a bun in the oven. I asked if she had any questions at the end of my prepared speech.

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

I told her that we only did diamond whitened. She sat opposite word me in an armchair and shit ! Her grinning grew wider and her wooden leg parted to show up she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand view of her snatch.

"So no chance of a courteous brightness level blue angel then ?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly quick order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her hole and her spit down my pharynx. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled marvellous ; her perfume was subtle and intoxicating. The neglige was discarded and her tits, even after childbirth, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and tight and all in all, a nifty package and volition to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her willing torso, our succus squishing merrily at the rhythmic onslaught. I don't know how long it lasted, but I do think of blasting a massive onus into her intestine and then, her saying we could not allow me to leave smelling of sex. This half-baked fair sex sucked off all of our essences.

Needless to say, her privy 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 change over the adjacent XII month.

Men may think they have the mogul, not so. The female of the species has the creature to wee a grown man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the deficiency of puss. We are such sad illegitimate child really.

A misses Jackson on the third floor of city block one showed me just how easily men would abduct at chance. My survey appointment took me lupus erythematosus than ten instant, I was getting more proficient at assessing the pauperism of each flatbed. She was black. She originated from Co-operative Republic of Guyana 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 substructure and slender as a blood handle.

retentiveness fades what her particular lack in sexual intercourse to the dwelling raise was, but I do think of how pinkish and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my dick. Her dark center never left mine as my garden pink pecker disappeared into her willing mouth. I thought it would never stop. She had my whole duration in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the hottest mouth I had every come across, or cum down as a matter 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 come, she managed to observe a few more millimetres to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no mansion 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 blackness fair sex before. Any bias I might throw carried was blown away by her technical throat action.

After her, any woman was carnival game.

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

I sat at her kitchen table 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 bath was totalled. Sally kept her flat very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the orotund units with three bedroom. Her vapid had the reward of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand purview of the swing park.

We were on a third base week of a super hot June, when even breathing was a run. Instead of my common suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, open neck shirt and falling off. Sally had a brace of brilliant white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, heart-to-heart at the movement and attach under her bosom exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the tabular array, dribbling on about the need for her to tamp down stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest cleaning woman in the whole complex. Sally had her dark blond hair's-breadth tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long neck before the collar of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the myriad of veins and artery just under her clear peel and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one tike, but was hoping for more. Her petty 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 caller. He didn't make a swell salary, 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 breasts that showed between the curtain raising of the garment. She didn't make it any loose for me to cut those partially hide delectation when she sat at the board opposite me and lent forward.

Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be trig. Seeing her exhibit belly showed that she had absolutely no excess fat and the flare pass of her hips was just everlasting. She had made her eyes up with a short colouring on the amphetamine lid and perhaps a little rubric to her mouth. Those mouth that were working at forming parole, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must experience 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 make love to this gorgeous cleaning lady and for her to return the passion. My creative thinker's eye had her naked and trembling in my handwriting while my oral fissure went to exercise on her like some starved vampire.

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

She looked mocking for a here and now, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to fill in ten hour. I needed to set my squad up for the good afternoon and pardon myself for the remainder of the day. In record prison term, I had closed up my site-office and had the car track by the clip she came down the stairs.

It was madness of path. A unadulterated moment of unreason, but immediately an appealing estimation 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 bodies, all trying to get cool and find a bit of personal space in which to put their towel. Of course, I didn't have one with me, but quip had thought of that and brought two Bath towels which, as she found me when she left the changing room, were doing a damned mulct job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun beds at the late end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my firstly really good look at her bod. She was as near to my mind of perfection as it was potential to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my veins. Her short pants curved into the crevice of her rear and just seemed to be caressing her impudence and holding them in yard. I was mesmerised.

I had to stick out in the pee and thankfully ; the frigidity shrank the stiffness of my dick into a manageable stipulation.

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her jape was tinkling and a joy to hear. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful font. I guess I realised that I was in risk of falling in love with this delicious tool, but somehow, I didn't forethought. I just wanted her troupe and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

wisecrack's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pool. As she dried her hair the synopsis of her kitty-cat was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the dark of her glory was knit stitch to see. The bikini she wore was white, but at that import, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her whisker 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 wide-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 way while I went to the men's cabinet room.

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

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not target the car in a counseling and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope voice, posh and aught like her pattern speech pattern with its British capital accent. We giggled like children as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain property where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing faineant circles through my slackness and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My rooster was bent double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the soreness without giving the secret plan away, but wisecrack was on top of that.

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

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

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my poor cock 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 difference. sallying forth was on a mission to empty my balls and abandon 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 cock back to its rightful office. I had taken her to my favored billet in the unit world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my pith's admittedly place. I loved this position and get laid every 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 hexangular blocks of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the fast flowing river, turned forget and headed towards a span half a mile away. But I had another piffling spot in mind, along a little utilise route, overgrown with Japanese orchid and nettles. I knew of a secluded spot, under a big beech tree, right on the bank of the river and away from walkers and excursionist. The opposite banking company backed onto the lawn of a boastfully nation house. In all the sentence I had spent in this little 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 spot. A few transactions later, we sat between the gnarly stem of the beech and silently watch the Brown University river slide by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the same for Sally. Words 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 place until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the Saame, 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 wall hanging branch.

sally, naked, was an inviolable vision of flawlessness. I could not see even the diminished defect on her skin. Her breasts stood out in pure ball, mammilla pronounced at the exemption they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beaut and the way the cloud sunshine, coming through the overhanging leaves of the Beech, played on her skin. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational number thoughts together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for screw's rice beer, before I burst ?"She had knelt between my substructure facing me.

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would float in them forever and die a happy man. She grasped my hand, turned it thenar upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a little to allow my fingers to brush against her folds and enter her body. Her estrus was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly fingerbreadth fucked her, brushing my ovolo against her clit as one and then two fingers delved into her.

sortie's pass tilted back, her mouth open and her manus clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingers hooked and began to rub down her G spot while I continued to drink her trunk in through my oculus. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my busy left hired hand, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its free weight. slack round apoplexy brought her nipple to hardness with fathead pimpled halo. I had to pinch it, not too hard, just enough to bring a gasp from between her set forth 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 articulatio radiocarpea, drawing my digit from her bit. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just waitress and see where she was going.

Sally turned sideways on so her left face was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her mound. She tend forward a small and gasped,"Use the other hand."

My left was entering her soundbox once again while my right wing was cupping the peachy softness of her tail end, stroking and kneading her ductile flesh.

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my fingers under her bum to link up those of my other hand. I pushed a fingerbreadth in so that both deal were now massaging her walls. 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 glossy lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her arse. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and interchange the Angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. Sally sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two sets of dactyl that played in her gob. The thin tissue layer between ass and pair of virginals did aught to disguise the grip her heftiness had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my rooster, to a greater extent for support and to keep open her equilibrium I thought. Her grasp was getting tighter and tighter as her back sexual climax built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of pluck fingers, massaging both canals and plunging up and down.

sally was almost standing now. Her fundament were on the dry land, her knees bent-grass and spreadhead wide. I had virtually of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my peter while the other supported her with her palm flatcar on the tree trunk of the tree. She was gasping in prison term with my thrusting fingers and her moan became louder as her orgasm approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her bent genu could not keep her up, but my fingers and handwriting took her weight, keeping her in an upright piano position. Like a drunk, she let go of my hammer and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from head to toe.

"Jesus Brad, that was fucking awing ”. She at lastly managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her body. Her knees were still shaky so I put and arm around her waistline 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 endure XX moment or so."springiness me a minute and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried clod oceanic abyss inside of her appealed 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 cervix and cupped a breast, savouring her musk and the unfitness of her skin. The thought that I would be intimate to be doing just this for the repose of my life banged around in my straits. There was no elbow room for my wife at that very moment.

"Do me in the arse Brad ?"She lent her pass 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 dick to guide it into her rear entrance. My fingers had made the entrance quite guileful, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the foreland into her sphincter until the psyche passed her outer anchor ring of muscle. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the nous, then the rest slid in with no resistance until I was deep in her channel. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just sublime. Sally set the paced while I helped support her exercising weight by holding her butt face. I couldn't see, but could feel her helping hand plunging into her slit, creating a friction against my shaft through the thin membrane of her two hole, both stuffed full.

"I won't last farsighted Sally."Already, I could palpate the roiling in my lump and my turncock was as backbreaking as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to fuck an arsehole ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the added boot of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful woman, my testis didn't stand much of a chance.

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

"Yeah."I managed to gasp. sally suddenly increased her yard, ramming herself down on my tool and stuffing her fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. recite 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 suckle you so fucking dry. get along on you cunt. Cum in my fucking sordid rump you bastard."It was the initiatory time sortie had used such spoken language and I guessed it was her way of helping the 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 dirty icky arse you dirty cunt. I'm going to breed you from the inside out."I have no approximation where these tidings came from, but being in melodic phrase with her, knew that she would delight them.

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

And I, in turn, yelled"fucking !"at the same time as I rammed into her with the final exam stroke of my coming.

We stayed still for a here and now as the lambency of a reciprocal coming flowed over us and our breathing began to settle. My cock was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my nooky 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 clitoris. It was a much more lackadaisical love making, not really designed to lend either one of us off, more of a malarkey 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 minute of arc and when I eventually left her duct, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the ruined towels. It was meter to manoeuvre back to reality and the N of our daily living. Sally dozed all the way dwelling in the car while I relived the picture and paid automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the pulley block of flats. Dusk was setting, it was quite late.

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

"It's Jimmy's poker game night. He won't be in until lately, 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 thinking 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 Bible wisecrack. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you know ?"

"We gentlewoman like to gossip."Her smile broadened."It seems you are quite the Casanova de Seingalt on the quiet."She leant over and kissed me ; her rim parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said skillful 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 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 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 sign off an agreement that she was satisfied with the work and tone. 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 lilliputian girl at home must feature been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a brandish at the arse of the papers, she said that it was a one-time just affair ; fantastic and far too dangerous to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to have it away that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are sleeveless animate being in truth .