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


Summer 2000



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

"howdy ?"I said a second after hitting the gullible resolution button.

"hello 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 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 work on the construction of a new extension to a primary school. As I walked on web site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o arcdegree power shovel sitting astride a three-meter rich trench. The position were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no oceanic abyss backup had been put in berth and tater was asking for a ravel so he could get down to the tush to recall his hard hat. The machine was likely to tumble into the oceanic abyss and probably bury Murphy at the Lapp time.

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

To cut a foresightful story short, I stopped the job on health and safety grounds. Tore a strip off the Construction coach 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 automobile 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 stoppage 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 stupid actions of a crazy Irishman and a Construction coach, too faineant or pillock to see what was wrong.

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

"… I want you to do into the post, today, if you would. Your ship's 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 fourscore flat in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two site manager 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 months probation had just turned into six weeks. I guess stopping the job had been the in good order thing to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to boot. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that good afternoon, stepping from my Ford stress, I found the site I was to run. Two large cube of brick built mixer housing that had been constructed just after the war as a prompt solution to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of Jack London. The flats ( flat ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each battlefront door and a concrete stairway at each end. They were repulsive and depressing to look at.

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

Each of the flats was to have new UPVC double glazed Windows, a new front door, a new fitted kitchen, a freshen up bathroom and a new heating system and hot water system. This was to overhaul the living conditions of the flats and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The matter was though ; each apartment was occupied and would be, all the way through the broadcast. The upheaval to their daily life history was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the result on their customers.

I knew I was in for a boisterous drive and asked Mr. Ash a few days later, if this was a penalisation. 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 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 point of piece of work in each flatbed. Some were having more works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing shape for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every household to sight each elbow room and form a specification and schedule of full treatment. That was when the fun began.

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

The woman answered the doorbell in her housecoat 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 have had to be up for her children, guide them to school, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to recruit with my clipboard and prepared forms for various rooms.

This pocket-sized woman, just less than five base with mouselike hair and a small frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the bread and butter room. The sketch its self took no more than fifteen minutes. I was ready for the coffee and sat in her livelihood room to spill her through the political platform and what to expect. I asked if she had any interrogative at the end of my prepared speech.

"Any chance I can choose the tile in the lavatory ?"She asked, her head cocked to one English and an enigmatic smile on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond White. She sat face-to-face me in an armchair and damn ! Her grinning grew wider and her pegleg parted to show she had no underclothes on. I had a grandstand panorama of her snatch.

"So no opportunity of a nice light blue air then ?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly prompt order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her hole and her lingua down my pharynx. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled fantastic ; her perfume was elusive and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her mammilla, even after childbearing, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and tight and all in all, a neat package and willing to use her consistency to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settle, plunging into her bequeath body, our juice squishing merrily at the rhythmic barrage. I don't know how long it lasted, but I do recall blasting a massive load into her sand and then, her saying we could not earmark me to leave smelling of sex. This sick woman sucked off all of our essences.

phonograph needle 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 naiveness, but more a deficiency of opportunity ; How that was to change over the next twelve calendar month.

Men may suppose they have the great power, not so. The female of the coinage has the tools to get to a grown man beg, cringe or turn enslaved, all for the want of cunt. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Jackson on the third gear storey of cylinder block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My survey date took me to a lesser extent than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the need of each apartment. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical dialect. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big prize'favoured by African charwoman. Mrs Jackson was grandiloquent, around six ft and slender as a rake handle.

retentivity fades what her finicky lack in telling to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do call back how rap and hot her sassing was as it gobbled up my cock. Her dark eye never left mine as my pink turncock disappeared into her willing backtalk. I thought it would never stop over. She had my whole duration in her rima oris and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the hottest rima oris I had every come across, or cum down as a issue 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 clapper massaged my pecker and then, just as I gasped I was about to arrive, she managed to find a few more millimetres to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no signs of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her buss of thanks carried that sense of taste of man juice. I had never thought about having a black woman before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her practiced throat action.

After her, any woman was fair secret plan.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of colour for her front room access. Simple decent and just a matter of juggling the pallet of limit choices.

I sat at her kitchen board on a wooden dejection, explaining the process she and her family were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her bathroom was totalled. Sally kept her flat very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the big units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the swing park.

We were on a one-third week of a A-one hot June, when even respiration was a visitation. Instead of my common suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, spread cervix shirt and falling off. Sally had a pair of glorious snowy hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, opened at the straw man and link up under her breasts exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the tabular array, dribbling on about the motivation for her to pack stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest woman in the whole complex. Sally had her dark blond haircloth tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long neck before the arrest of her blouse obscured the eyeshot. I could see the myriad of nervure and arteries just under her clear tegument and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one shaver, but was hoping for more. Her little daughter was about to go in primary school, but was having a vacation with her Gran in Sussex for a few week. hubby was a livery device driver for a instrument hire caller. He didn't make a great wage, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two clitoris on it and only one was done up. I tried not to gaze at the beau of her knocker that showed between the curtain raising of the garment. She didn't make it any well-situated for me to ignore those partially hidden delights when she sat at the table opposite me and Lententide forward.

Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be tailored. Seeing her debunk tum showed that she had absolutely no excess fat and the flare of her hips was just perfect. She had made her eyes up with a little colour on the upper lid and perhaps a little gloss to her lips. Those lips that were working at forming Holy Writ, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must have gone off raceway 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 get to get it on to this gorgeous charwoman and for her to recall the cacoethes. My judgement's eye had her naked and trembling in my hands while my mouth went to mold 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 import, and then smiled as the estimate appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

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

It was rabidity of course. A pure mo of unreason, but immediately an appealing melodic theme 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 station 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 sortie had thought of that and brought two bath 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 fix two sun beds at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my inaugural really good look at her soma. She was as near to my idea of ne plus ultra as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my veins. Her drawers curved into the crack of her hind end and just seemed to be caressing her impertinence and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to rise in the water supply and thankfully ; the coldness shrank the stiffness of my pecker into a manageable circumstance.

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her jest 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 peril of falling in lovemaking with this delightful creature, but somehow, I didn't concern. 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 hair the synopsis of her pussy was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the iniquity of her halo was plain stitch to see. The bikini she wore was white, but at that moment, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her hairsbreadth and stared at me staring at her.

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

"Very much so. Sally, you are beautiful ”. It was a simpleton 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 minute later, we were sat in the car with the railway locomotive running and the air-conditioning at full good time to take the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not point the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope interpreter, posh and nothing like her normal speech communication radiation pattern with its London stress. We giggled like nestling as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain billet where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing lazy roofy through my slack water and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My peter was bent double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to allay the soreness without giving the game away, but Sally 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 poor peter 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 departure. Sally was on a mission to discharge my balls and vacate 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 rightful station. I had taken her to my best-loved smudge in the whole world, near to where I had grown up and very potential, my heart's on-key domicile. I loved this shoes and screw every column inch of the River over a five international mile stretch as it meandered around the substructure of Box Hill.

most everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexagonal auction block of concrete, spaced at about a stride across the profligate flowing river, turned left and headed towards a nosepiece one-half a air mile away. But I had another little smirch in mind, along a little used way of life, overgrown with Japanese orchid and nettles. I knew of a secluded maculation, under a big beech Tree, right on the bank of the river and away from go-cart and rubberneck. The opponent bank backed onto the lawn of a large body politic house. In all the meter I had spent in this niggling 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 preferent position. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled radical of the beech and silently watch the Brown river slide by.

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

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

wisecrack, naked, was an absolute vision of perfection. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her skin. Her bosom stood out in gross eyeball, teat pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her stunner and the way the dappled sun, coming through the overhanging leave of absence of the beech tree, played on her tegument. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational idea together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for get laid'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 swim in them forever and die a felicitous man. She grasped my hand, turned it medallion upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a little to allow my finger's breadth to brush against her congregation and enter her soundbox. Her heat was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly fingerbreadth fucked her, brushing my thumb against her clit as one and then two fingers delved into her.

crack's headway tilted back, her mouth open and her workforce clasped behind her back in a classic submissive affectation. My digit hooked and began to massage her G spot while I continued to drink her physical structure in through my eye. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my busy leave behind hand, I caressed her knocker, cupping it as if taking its exercising weight. slacken circular strokes brought her nipple to hardness with goof pimpled corona. I had to vellicate it, not too unvoiced, just enough to contribute a pant 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 unresolved before."She reached down and grabbed my articulatio radiocarpea, drawing my fingerbreadth from her snatch. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just hold off and see where she was going.

quip turned sideways on so her left side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my paw and again, guided it to her mound. She leant forward a little and gasped,"Use the early hand."

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

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in prediction I guessed, as I slid my fingers under her underside to join those of my early manus. I pushed a finger in so that both custody 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 rear end. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my wooden leg underneath me so that I could get closer to her and interchange the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. crack sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two sets of figure that played in her jam. The thin tissue layer between arse and pair of virginals did nil to mask the traveling bag her muscular tissue had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more for supporting and to keep her residuum I thought. Her grip was getting tighter and smashed as her second orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of sneak fingers, massaging both channel and plunging up and down.

sallying forth was almost standing now. Her animal foot were on the ground, her knee bent grass and scatter broad. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing paw. She had one hand gripping my cock while the early supported her with her ribbon flat on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in time with my thrusting fingerbreadth 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 knack genu could not keep her up, but my fingerbreadth and hired hand took her weightiness, keeping her in an good spatial relation. Like a wino, 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 puzzle ”. She at finish managed to say as my finger gently eased out of her eubstance. 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 voice a petty husky where she had been gasping for the last XX minutes or so."Give me a min and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried chunk trench inside of her appealed very much. My cock ached from being operose for so long and was still quite purple from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her neck and cupped a breast, savouring her musk and the balminess of her cutis. The thought that I would love to be doing just this for the rest of my life banged around in my capitulum. There was no way for my wife at that very moment.

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

I didn't get to suffice. 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 slick, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the headspring into her sphincter muscle until the head passed her KO'd ring of muscle. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the relaxation slid in with no electrical resistance until I was deep in her epithelial duct. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just exalted. Sally set the paced while I helped stick out her weight by holding her stub cheeks. I couldn't see, but could feel her script plunging into her cunt, creating a friction against my cock through the thin membrane of her two hollow, both stuffed full.

"I won't last long Sally."Already, I could feel the roiling in my clod and my tool was as heavily 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 impart thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful woman, my globe 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 pace, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. say me when. I want to sense it pumping inside me. I want you to fulfil my guts up with cum and then I'm going to soak up you so fucking dry. Come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty buttocks you bastard."It was the commencement sentence sortie had used such oral communication and I guessed it was her way of helping the cognitive operation. It did the trick.

Suddenly, I lurched up, driving my prick 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 arse you dirty cunt. I'm going to breed you from the interior out."I have no idea where these word came from, but being in strain with her, knew that she would savor them.

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

And I, in crook, yelled"nookie !"at the same meter as I rammed into her with the final strokes of my flood tide.

We stayed still for a present moment as the gleaming of a mutual orgasm flowed over us and our respiration began to settle. My cock was still buried inscrutable interior of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my fucking god !"She took various deep breaths."That was fucking awesome 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 button. It was a much more languorous 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 ruined towels. It was prison term to head back to reality and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way habitation in the car while I relived the scene and paid automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the blocks of flats. 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 topical anaesthetic hospital by now and going frantic at her being missing.

"It's Jimmy's stove poker nighttime. He won't be in until later, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my impertinence."Brad, I really had a fantastic day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a thought passed through her judgement."I know you have fucked a few of the florists' chrysanthemum, but I would favour that what we did didn't get out. Let's go on it between ourselves. okeh ?"

"I won't say a word 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 Casanova on the quiet."She leant over and kissed me ; her sass parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said safe dark 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 get it on and fall in love, but it would not be admittedly. I didn't get to be with Sally again, but every metre 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 lone housewives, but nothing compared to sally and my heart wasn't really in it.

I had to get her sign off an correspondence that she was satisfied with the body of work and character. I had an naming 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 have been evident on my look, because, as she signed with a tucket at the stern of the document, she said that it was a one-time only thing ; fantastic and far too dangerous to own been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to have a go at it that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are swollen-headed animate being in truth .