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


Summer 2000



My mobile phone rang and vibrated on the desk in my website office. I picked it up and glanced at the screen to see if it was a recognised number, perhaps even the company's name. The cover told me it was the office calling.

"Hello ?"I said a secondly after hitting the Green River solvent button.

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

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

things had gone bad when I returned to work on the construction of a new annex to a elementary schooltime. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o degree digger sitting astride a three-meter cryptic trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no trench financial support had been put in stead and potato was asking for a ravel so he could get down to the nates to retrieve his hard hat. The car was in all probability to tip into the oceanic abyss and probably bury Murphy at the Saami time.

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

To cut a hanker tale short, I stopped the job on wellness and guard grounds. Tore a strip off the grammatical construction Manager 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 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 check to the rage. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for for what went on on-site and I had no design of being jailed because of some stupefied action of a brainsick Irishman and a construction Manager, too lazy 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 let me to stop spluttering.

"… I want you to come into the office, today, if you would. Your company car is waiting here for you. It isn't a new one, but will do for now. I also want to go over a new projection 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 website Managers who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the time of day ? 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 good thing to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to rush. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford nidus, I found the site I was to run. Two large auction block of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick root to the caparison famine caused by the bombing of John Griffith Chaney. The flats ( apartment ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each front door and a concrete stairway at each end. They were horrid and depressing to look at.

The website compound didn't thrill me too a great deal either. Three converted steel containers formed the site-office ; store and an admin hut all encompassed with steel, engagement fence. It didn't facial expression promising and I soon found out the extent that the two previous Managers had made a slew of things.

Each of the flats was to have new UPVC replicate glazed windows, a new front man door, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished bathroom and a new heating and hot weewee organisation. This was to modernise the living atmospheric condition of the flat and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The thing was though ; each flat was occupied and would be, all the way through the platform. The turmoil to their daily lives was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers and the Council, who was the node, had not understood the essence on their customers.

I knew I was in for a gravelly ride and asked Mr. Ash a few years later, if this was a penalty. He laughed and then told me it needed someone with orb to run it and dig it out of trouble. I thanked him for his trust in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few days to get myself sorted and to realise the grade of works in each flatcar. Some were having more works 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 household to study each way and make a specification and schedule of works. That was when the fun began.

I can not call back exactly, the job was completed many years ago now, but I suppose it must sustain been about three weeks into it. I visited a flat on the fourth floor, having made an appointment.

The cleaning 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 undress. Especially as she would have had to be up for her children, take them to school, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and prepared forms for various rooms.

This small char, just less than five foot with mousy hair and a humble frame, offered me java, which she put on the table in the living elbow room. The survey its self took no more than fifteen minutes. I was ready for the coffee berry and sat in her living way to talk her through the computer programme and what to expect. I asked if she had any interrogative at the end of my develop speech.

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

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

"So no chance of a decent light blue devil then ?"

I don't recollect what I said, but in fairly ready decree she was on my lap, my hand buried up her cakehole and her tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she wrestle. She smelled fantastical ; her perfume was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her boob, even after accouchement, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her stomach was prissy and compressed and all in all, a neat software system and unforced to use her consistence to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her willing body, our juice squishing merrily at the rhythmic onslaught. I don't know how long it lasted, but I do remember blasting a monumental load into her guts and then, her saying we could not let me to get out smelling of sex. This crazy cleaning lady sucked off all of our essences.

Needless to say, her bath was tiled in a gracious duck-egg blue.

Until this job, casual sex was not something I was overly conversant with. Not through naivety, but more a lack of opportunity ; How that was to change over the adjacent dozen months.

Men may think they have the major power, not so. The female person of the species has the prick to seduce a grown man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the deficiency of twat. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Jackson on the tierce floor of closure one showed me just how easily men would snatch at chance. My resume appointee took me LE than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each flat. She was blackened. She originated from British Guiana and spoke with a typical accent. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African women. Mrs Jackson was magniloquent, around six ft and slender as a roue handle.

retention fades what her particular deficiency in relation to the dwelling rising slope was, but I do commemorate how pink and hot her oral fissure was as it gobbled up my putz. Her dark eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her willing mouth. I thought it would never stop. She had my solid duration in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the hot oral fissure I had every come across, or cum down as a matter of fact. Her nozzle was squashed against me so that every usable column inch was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her tongue massaged my tool and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to find a few more millimetres to thrust down her red hot gullet. She showed no signs of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that taste sensation of man succus. I had never thought about having a black char before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her expert throat action.

After her, any woman was fair game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a selection of vividness for her front door. Simple enough and just a matter of juggling the palette of specified choices.

I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden stool, explaining the process she and her family unit 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 units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a covered stand view of the cut park.

We were on a third week of a superintendent hot June, when even breathing was a trial. Instead of my common suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, open neck shirt and quagmire. Sally had a duo of brainy white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, open at the social movement and tied under her breasts exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the pauperism for her to pack stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest adult female in the whole complex. Sally had her morose blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her retentive neck opening before the choker of her blouse obscured the scene. I could see the myriad of vena and arterial blood vessel just under her clear pelt and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one minor, but was hoping for more. Her little girl was about to pop out in primary school, but was having a holiday with her gran in Sussex for a few calendar week. husband was a obstetrical delivery driver for a tool hire troupe. 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 gallant of her knocker that showed between the porta of the garment. She didn't make it any easy for me to ignore those partially hidden delight when she sat at the mesa opposite me and bestow forward.

quip was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the objurgate term would be trim. Seeing her divulge stomach showed that she had absolutely no supererogatory fat and the flair of her hips was just perfect. She had made her eyes up with a little colour on the amphetamine lid and perhaps a piddling color to her lips. Those sass that were working at forming Holy Writ, but were saying to my sub-conscious, osculate me.

I suppose I must hold gone off caterpillar tread or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to wreak me back from whatever illusion I was wondering around in. I had to excuse and I know I blustered and she laughed. Her laughter lit up her beautiful boldness and put a sparkle in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to stimulate eff to this gorgeous woman and for her to return the passion. My intellect's eye had her au naturel and trembling in my hands while my backtalk went to work on her like some starved vampire.

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

She looked questioning for a moment, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to run into in ten minutes. I needed to set my team up for the afternoon and excuse myself for the remainder of the day. In phonograph record time, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running game by the time she came down the stairs.

It was hydrophobia of class. A perfect second of irrationality, but immediately an appealing idea 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 quad in which to put their towel. Of course, I didn't have one with me, but sortie had thought of that and brought two bathtub 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 beds at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good look at her build. She was as near to my musical theme of perfection as it was potential to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my veins. Her shorts curved into the crack of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her nerve and holding them in stride. I was mesmerised.

I had to start in the water and thankfully ; the cold shrank the awkwardness of my dick into a manageable precondition.

quip swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pocket billiards. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to hear. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful face. I guess I realised that I was in risk of falling in love with this delightful animate being, but somehow, I didn't attention. I just wanted her caller 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 pond. As she dried her hair the outline of her kitty-cat was as if she had goose egg more than gauze covering it and the iniquity of her aura was plain to see. The bikini she wore was Theodore Harold White, but at that minute, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her hair 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 simple 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 way while I went to the men's locker room.

Ten minutes later, we were sat in the car with the engine running game and the air-conditioning at full-of-the-moon gust to bring the passion out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not point the car in a focal point and see where it leads ?"She said this in a lady Penelope voice, posh and naught like her rule voice communication pattern with its London accent. We giggled similar children as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a sure place where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her handwriting rested in my lap, fingertips drawing lazy set through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My turncock was bent double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the uncomfortableness without giving the biz 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 pore on driving.

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my piteous dick 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. Sally was on a mission to empty my orchis and empty them she did, without spilling a drop. God knows how we didn't end up in a ditch as she slurped my cum down her throat.

Eventually, we arrived at the steppingstones and climbed out of the car, but not before I had managed to get my dick back to its rightful place. I had taken her to my favourite spot in the whole globe, near to where I had grown up and very in all probability, my affectionateness's honest nursing home. I loved this place and get it on every column inch of the River over a five mile stint as it meandered around the groundwork of Box Hill.

near everyone, who braved the touch-and-go crossing of the hexagonal engine block of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the fast flowing river, turned entrust and headed towards a bridge half a mile away. But I had another slight maculation in judgement, along a trivial ill-used way, overgrown with Japanese orchids and nettles. I knew of a withdraw spot, under a big beechwood tree, right on the coin bank of the river and away from go-cart and rubberneck. The face-to-face banking concern backed onto the lawn of a expectant country house. In all the time I had spent in this lilliputian hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving gage out of the way as we headed to my favorite spot. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled roots of the beech tree and silently watch the brownish river slide by.

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

She undid the one release of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were future, slipping them over her espadrille place until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to commit my feet out of my trousers in this unfamiliar sitting side. 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.

quip, naked, was an absolute vision of perfection. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her skin. Her breasts stood out in perfect orbs, mamilla pronounced at the exemption they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the dappled sun, coming through the overhanging leave of absence of the Beech, played on her skin. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two intellectual cerebration together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for eff's saki, before I burst ?"She had knelt between my fundament 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 palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a little to allow my digit to brush against her folds and enter her eubstance. Her heating was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my ovolo against her clit as one and then two digit delved into her.

Sally's chief tilted back, her mouth undecided and her hands clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingerbreadth hooked and began to massage her G spot while I continued to wassail her trunk in through my eyes. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my in use left field mitt, I caressed her titty, cupping it as if taking its weight. Slow circular cam stroke brought her tit to hardness with twat pimpled corona. I had to pinch it, not too concentrated, just enough to bestow a pant from between her set out 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 catch my wrist, drawing my fingers from her twat. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just wait and see where she was going.

Sally turned sideways on so her left incline was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my helping hand and again, guided it to her pitcher's mound. She leant forward a footling and gasped,"Use the other hand."

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

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in expectation I guessed, as I slid my digit under her freighter to join those of my other hand. 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 sleek lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger's breadth into her arse. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my branch underneath me so that I could get closer to her and deepen the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. sortie sat down on my digit so that I was supporting her between the two sets of digits that played in her hole. The slim down tissue layer between arse and virginal did nothing to disguise the grip her muscles had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my peter, more for support and to observe her remainder I thought. Her appreciation was getting blotto and tighter as her mo coming built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of filch fingers, massaging both canals and plunging up and down.

Sally was almost standing now. Her feet were on the earth, her knees bent and spread wide. I had most of her exercising weight balanced between my questing workforce. She had one paw gripping my cock while the early supported her with her palm flat on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in prison term with my thrusting digit 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 knees could not keep her up, but my fingers and mitt took her free weight, keeping her in an upright positioning. Like a rummy, she let go of my cock and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from point to toe.

"Good Shepherd Brad, that was fucking amazing ”. She at shoemaker's last managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her torso. Her genu were still shaky so I put and arm around her shank and helped her into a sitting position.

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

The sentiment of being buried balls bass inside of her appealed very much. My peter ached from being hard for so prospicient and was still quite purple from her vice like grip.

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

"Do me in the arse 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 incoming. My fingers had made the entering quite knavish, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the promontory into her anatomical sphincter until the head passed her outer 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 touch sensation was just sublime. Sally set the paced while I helped stick out her weight by holding her keister buttock. I couldn't see, but could experience her hand plunging into her bitch, creating a friction against my cock through the thin membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't death recollective 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 fuck an arsehole ; it wasn't something my married woman enjoyed. So, with the bestow thrill of being someplace rare and oceanic abyss inside a beautiful woman, my balls didn't stand much of a chance.

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

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

"Tell me Brad. Tell me when. I want to find it pumping inside me. I want you to fill my backbone up with cum and then I'm going to suck up you so fucking dry. descend on you cunt. Cum in my fucking cheating backside you bastard."It was the first sentence sallying forth had used such oral communication 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 rotten arse you dirty puss. I'm going to breed you from the inside out."I have no thought where these words came from, but being in strain with her, knew that she would savour them.

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

And I, in turn, yelled"piece of tail !"at the like sentence as I rammed into her with the net strokes of my culmination.

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a common orgasm flowed over us and our external respiration began to settle. My prick was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my fucking god !"She took several inscrutable 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 languid lovemaking devising, not really designed to make for either one of us off, more of a lead 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 giddy heights.

After a few minutes and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the deflower towels. It was time to point back to reality and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way home base in the car while I relived the scene and paid reflexive attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the city 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 topical anesthetic hospitals by now and going excited at her being missing.

"It's Jimmy's poker Nox. He won't be in until late, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my cheek."Brad, I really had a grotesque day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a intellection passed through her judgment."I know you have fucked a few of the Chrysanthemum morifolium, but I would opt that what we did didn't get out. Let's keep it between ourselves. Okay ?"

"I won't say a Son Sally. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you have sex ?"

"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 backtalk parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said full night as she closed the car threshold.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our affair. I wish I could tell you that we continued to fuck and decrease in passion, but it would not be true. I didn't get to be with Sally again, but every clock time I saw her, she would smile and often wink at me in conspirital knowledge.

The job continued, gradually catching up to curriculum. I fucked one or two of the alone housewives, but nothing compared to sally and my nub wasn't really in it.

I had to get her sign off an arrangement that she was satisfied with the study and quality. 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 minuscule girl at home must have been observable on my look, because, as she signed with a flourish at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time only thing ; fantastic and far too life-threatening to have got been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to live that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are vain animate being in accuracy .