This is largely a true write up. Obviously, the epithet have changed to preserve any embarrassment, but otherwise, this is how my summertime of 2000 was spent. I will never forget it. It does set forth a bit slow down, but I had to set the scenery so, forgive me that.


Summer 2000



My Mobile speech sound rang and vibrated on the desk in my site office. I picked it up and glanced at the screen to see if it was a spot number, perhaps even the caller's name. The projection screen told me it was the office calling.

"Hello ?"I said a minute after hitting the honey oil answer button.

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

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

affair had gone bad when I returned to work on the construction of a new annexe to a primary winding school. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o degree power shovel sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no trench support had been put in place and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the bottom to retrieve his firmly hat. The machine was probable to topple into the deep and probably bury Irish potato at the same time.

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

To cut a long story myopic, I stopped the job on wellness and safety ground. Tore a strip show off the Construction Manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to blast 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 option from Mr Ash and fully expected to be invited to get it on 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 understanding for my calling a halt to the madness. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for what went on on-site and I had no intention of being jailed because of some dazed natural process of a crazy Irishman and a Construction Manager, too lazy or stupid to see what was wrong.

"Well yes, I see your point. However, that wasn't what I was calling about…"He paused, perhaps to take into account me to hold on spluttering.

"… I want you to total into the office, today, if you would. Your companionship 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 eighty 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 point is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three 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 overnice shiny car to thrill. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford Focus, I found the website I was to run. Two magnanimous blocks of brick built social caparison that had been constructed just after the war as a quick resolution to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of John Griffith Chaney. The flats ( apartments ) were stacked on top of each early with a shared balcony connecting each front doorway and a concrete stairway at each end. They were hideous and depressing to depend at.

The site compound didn't shiver me too much either. Three converted blade containers formed the site-office ; storage and an admin hut all encompassed with blade, engagement fencing. It didn't flavour promising and I soon found out the extent that the two late Managers had made a mickle of things.

Each of the flats was to give birth new UPVC repeat glazed windows, a new front threshold, a new fitted kitchen, a renovate toilet and a new heating and hot water system organization. This was to modernise the aliveness conditions of the flats and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The thing was though ; each flatbed was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The hullabaloo to their daily sprightliness was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the force on their customers.

I knew I was in for a rough drive and asked Mr. Ash a few Clarence Day 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 trouble. I thanked him for his faith in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few mean solar day to get myself sorted and to understand the level of full treatment in each flat. Some were having more workplace than others and it really came down to my judgement of the existing consideration for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every menage to survey each room and form a spec and schedule of oeuvre. That was when the fun began.

I can not remember exactly, the job was completed many old age ago now, but I suppose it must have been about three weeks into it. I visited a unconditional on the fourthly storey, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the doorbell in her housecoat and skidder which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the daybreak, a bit latterly to be disinvest. Especially as she would have had to be up for her nipper, choose them to school day, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enroll with my clipboard and prepared forms for various rooms.

This small womanhood, just less than five foot with mouselike hair's-breadth and a diminished shape, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the bread and butter room. The survey its self took no more than XV minutes. I was ready for the coffee and sat in her living room to verbalize her through the course of study and what to expect. I asked if she had any questions at the end of my prepared speech.

"Any chance I can select the roofing tile in the bathroom ?"She asked, her caput cocked to one side and an oracular smile on her face.

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

"So no probability of a nice twinkle blue then ?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly speedy order she was on my lap, my manus buried up her hole and her tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled fantastic ; her perfume was insidious and intoxicating. The negligee was discarded and her tit, even after childbirth, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and smashed and all in all, a cracking bundle 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 juices squishing merrily at the rhythmical onslaught. I don't know how retentive it lasted, but I do remember blasting a massive load into her guts and then, her saying we could not leave me to leave smelling of sex. This disturbed woman sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, casual sex was not something I was overly fellow with. Not through naivete, but Sir Thomas More a lack of opportunity ; How that was to change over the next twelve calendar month.

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

A misses Stonewall Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would nobble at opportunity. My survey designation took me LE than ten minute of arc, I was getting more skilful at assessing the penury of each flatbed. She was fatal. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical stress. I was delight to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African charwoman. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six fundament and slender as a roue handle.

computer memory fades what her fussy want in relation to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do call back how pink and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my pecker. Her dark oculus never left mine as my pink turncock disappeared into her unforced mouthpiece. I thought it would never stop. She had my unhurt length in her mouth and was pharynx fucking herself on me. She had the hottest sassing 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 potential. She maintained her stare as her knife massaged my prick and then, just as I gasped I was about to issue forth, she managed to see a few more millimeter to jostle down her red hot gorge. She showed no signs 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 pitch blackness woman before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her adept throat action.

After her, any woman was fair game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a option of colouring for her front door. Simple decent and just a affair of juggling the palette of specified choices.

I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden stool, explaining the process she and her kinsfolk were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her toilet was totalled. Sally kept her flat very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the larger unit with three bedrooms. Her flatbed had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand sentiment of the swing music park.

We were on a third week of a super hot June, when even ventilation was a trial. Instead of my usual lawsuit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short-change sleeved, open neck shirt and slacks. Sally had a pair of brilliant Andrew Dickson White hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, undefendable at the front and tied under her breast exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the mesa, dribbling on about the pauperism for her to pack stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest woman in the altogether complex. Sally had her coloured blonde hair's-breadth tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long cervix before the arrest of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the ten thousand of veins and arterial blood vessel just under her elucidate skin and wanted aught more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one tyke, but was hoping for more. Her little girl was about to get going in primary election school, but was having a holiday with her grandmother in Sussex for a few weeks. married man 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 clit on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the swell of her breasts that showed between the chess opening of the garment. She didn't make it any leisurely for me to ignore those partially hidden delights when she sat at the tabular array opposite me and impart forward.

Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the make up term would be trim. Seeing her let on breadbasket showed that she had absolutely no superfluous fat and the flare of her hips was just double-dyed. She had made her eye up with a fiddling colour on the pep pill lid and perhaps a short semblance to her lips. Those mouth that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must accept 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 rationalize 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 name love to this gorgeous woman and for her to return the passion. My mind's eye had her naked and trembling in my workforce 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 wish to go swimming ?"

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

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to meet in ten moment. I needed to set my teams up for the afternoon and excuse myself for the end of the day. In track record time, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running by the time she came down the stairs.

It was craziness of course. A saturated bit of irrationality, but immediately an appealing idea in the heating 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 lieu was rammed, heaving with body, all trying to get chill and find a bit of personal space in which to put their towel. Of path, I didn't have one with me, but quip had thought of that and brought two tub towels which, as she found me when she left the changing room, were doing a damned okay job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to plug two sun layer at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first gear really good look at her mannikin. She was as near to my mind of beau ideal as it was potential to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my veins. Her drawers curved into the chap of her derriere and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to leap in the water and thankfully ; the iciness shrank the hardness of my dick into a manageable shape.

sally swam like a Pisces the Fishes. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to hear. The delight of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful typeface. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in erotic love with this delightful creature, but somehow, I didn't aid. I just wanted her company and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

sally's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pool. As she dried her haircloth the outline of her snatch was as if she had null more than gauze covering it and the iniquity of her aureoles was plain to see. The bikini she wore was flannel, but at that present 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 question and felt like an invitation.

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

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

Ten minutes later, we were sat in the car with the engine running play and the air-conditioning at full-of-the-moon good time to take the high temperature out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not taper the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady genus Penelope voice, posh and nothing like her normal spoken communication formula with its London accent mark. We giggled like children as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain stead where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hired hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing lazy rope through my falloff and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My cock was hang replicate and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to facilitate the discomfort without giving the game away, but quip 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 concentrate on driving.

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my pitiable putz out of my trousers. 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 abandon my musket ball and empty them she did, without spilling a dip. 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 place. I had taken her to my favourite spot in the solid world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my heart's rightful household. I loved this place and knew every in of the River over a five statute mile reaching as it meandered around the foot of Box Hill.

almost everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexagonal blocks of concrete, spaced at about a stride across the fast flowing river, turned left and headed towards a bridge half a mile away. But I had another little blot in mind, along a piddling used path, overgrown with Japanese orchids 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 sightseers. The reverse bank backed onto the lawn of a large country house. In all the clock time 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 blot. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled roots of the beech and silently see the Brown river playground slide by.

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

She undid the one button of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were side by side, slipping them over her espadrille shoes until she was completely nude. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to pull my metrical unit out of my trouser in this unfamiliar sitting spatial relation. 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 blemish on her skin. Her breasts stood out in perfect orb, mamilla pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the cloud sunlight, coming through the overhanging farewell of the beech tree, played on her tegument. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational number view 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 oculus, feeling like I would float in them forever and die a happy man. She grasped my manus, turned it ribbon upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a petty to allow my finger to brush against her sheep pen and enter her organic structure. Her heat was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my quarter round against her clit as one and then two fingerbreadth delved into her.

Sally's brain tilted back, her mouthpiece open and her hired man clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingers hooked and began to massage her G spot while I continued to fuddle her consistence in through my eyes. Her teat just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my in use left hand, I caressed her boob, cupping it as if taking its weight. slacken circular solidus brought her nipple to hardness with jackass pimpled aureoles. I had to pinch it, not too operose, just enough to bring a gasp from between her separate lips.

sally shuddered and gasped as she came over my fingers.

"Oh my god."She sighed,"I've never done it in the unfastened before."She reached down and grabbed my wrist joint, drawing my finger's breadth from her snatch. 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 hired man and again, guided it to her mound. She tip forward a little and gasped,"Use the other hand."

My left was entering her body once again while my rightfulness was cupping the peachy unfitness of her bunghole, stroking and kneading her pliant flesh.

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in prevision I guessed, as I slid my finger under her bottom to bring together those of my other paw. I pushed a fingerbreadth 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 cent dropped.

Carefully and using the slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her arse. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to get my legs underneath me so that I could get snug to her and interchange 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 stage set of digits that played in her fix. The reduce membrane between seat and virginal did nothing to disguise the hairgrip her brawn had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my peter, Sir Thomas More for support and to keep back her balance I thought. Her clutch was getting wet and tighter as her second sexual climax built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of hooked digit, massaging both canals and plunging up and down.

quip was almost standing now. Her infantry were on the ground, her genu bent-grass and ranch broad. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my dick while the other supported her with her medal flatcar on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in fourth dimension with my thrusting fingers and her moans became louder as her climax approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her set knees could not keep her up, but my fingerbreadth and hands took her exercising weight, keeping her in an upright position. Like a inebriate, she let go of my rooster and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from head word to toe.

"the Nazarene Brad, that was fucking amazing ”. She at lastly managed to say as my fingerbreadth gently eased out of her body. 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 vocalization a slight husky where she had been gasping for the last twenty minutes or so."Give me a instant and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried balls deep inside of her appealed very much. My cock ached from being intemperate for so long and was still quite purplish 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 hide. The thought that I would bang 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 rear Brad ?"She lent her head against my frontal bone."That is how I like it best."

I didn't get to resolve. She turned so that she was virtually sitting on my lap and grabbed my peter to guide it into her tush entry. My fingerbreadth had made the entrance quite slick, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the head into her sphincter until the head passed her outer ring of muscle. As soon as her sphincter muscle allowed for the head word, then the eternal sleep slid in with no resistance until I was deep in her channel. She was red hot inside, the flavour was just sublime. Sally set the pace while I helped support her weight by holding her backside cheeks. I couldn't see, but could finger her hand plunging into her bitch, creating a friction against my hammer through the dilute membrane of her two trap, both stuffed full.

"I won't cobbler's last long Sally."Already, I could find the roiling in my balls and my cock was as heavy as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to make love an arsehole ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the added thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful cleaning lady, my balls didn't stand much of a chance.

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

"Yeah."I managed to gasp. Sally suddenly increased her yard, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her digit into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. Tell me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to make full my bowel up with cum and then I'm going to suck you so fucking dry. number on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty arse you bastard."It was the low gear prison term sallying forth had used such nomenclature and I guessed it was her way of helping the cognitive process. It did the trick.

Suddenly, I lurched up, driving my rooster 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 stinky arse you dirty bitch. I'm going to engender you from the inside out."I have no idea where these words came from, but being in melody with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

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

And I, in play, yelled"Fuck !"at the Saame time as I rammed into her with the final strokes of my climax.

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a mutual coming flowed over us and our breathing began to root. My cock was still buried cryptic inside of her as she rested with all of her tooshie in my lap.

"Oh my piece of ass 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 erotic love making, not really designed to play either one of us off, More of a jazz down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not reckon of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those light-headed heights.

After a few minutes and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the bankrupt towels. It was clip to head 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 machinelike attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the stoppage of flats. crepuscule 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 infirmary by now and going frantic at her being missing.

"It's jimmy's salamander night. He won't be in until latterly, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my boldness."Brad, I really had a fantastic day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a sentiment passed through her brain."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 word Sally. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you cognize ?"

"We ladies 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 lips parted and natural language exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said good Night as she closed the car door.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could recount you that we continued to fuck and fall in love, but it would not be dead on target. I didn't get to be with crack again, but every prison term I saw her, she would smile and often wink at me in conspirital knowledge.

The job continued, gradually catching up to political platform. I fucked one or two of the alone housewives, but nil 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 body of work and caliber. I had an appointment and was really looking forward to having an chance to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her slight girl at home must receive been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a fanfare at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time exclusively thing ; grotesque and far too dangerous to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to make out that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are conceited creatures in true statement .