This is largely a true story. Obviously, the names have changed to save any overplus, but otherwise, this is how my summer of 2000 was spent. I will never draw a blank it. It does get going a bit slow, but I had to set the scenery so, forgive me that.


Summer 2000



My Mobile River phone rang and vibrated on the desk in my web site office. I picked it up and glanced at the cover to see if it was a recognize phone number, perhaps even the caller's name. The screen door told me it was the office calling.

"Hello ?"I said a second after hitting the green resolution button.

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

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

affair had gone bad when I returned to work on the twist of a new annex to a primary schoolhouse. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o stage digger sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The incline were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

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

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

To cut a hanker chronicle short, I stopped the job on health and base hit grounds. charge a cartoon strip off the Construction handler 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 car and was losing money by the minute.

I guess I had been expecting the phone call from Mr Ash and fully expected to be invited to jazz 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 ground for my calling a freeze to the rabidity. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for what went on on-site and I had no design of being jailed because of some stupid person military action of a softheaded Irishman and a mental synthesis Manager, too indolent or pudden-head to see what was wrong.

"Well 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 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 project with you. I need someone to run a job we have, one hundred and LXXX apartment in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two situation 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 month probation had just turned into six weeks. I guess stopping the job had been the right thing to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to boot. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford focus, I found the site I was to run. Two large pulley-block of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a nimble result to the housing shortage caused by the bombardment of London. The flats ( flat ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each front line door and a concrete staircase at each end. They were repulsive and depressing to await at.

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

Each of the flats was to ingest new UPVC stunt woman glazed windows, a new front doorway, a new fitted kitchen, a renovate privy and a new heating and hot water system. This was to modernise the bread and butter conditions of the flats and impart them up to an acceptable European standard.

The matter was though ; each flat tire was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upheaval to their everyday lives was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the upshot on their customers.

I knew I was in for a rough drive and asked Mr. Ash a few twenty-four hours 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 hassle. 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 industrial plant in each flat. Some were having Thomas More industrial plant than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing status for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every household to survey each room and constitute a specification and schedule of whole kit and caboodle. That was when the fun began.

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

The cleaning woman answered the doorbell in her negligee and slider which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the morning, a bit belatedly to be undressed. Especially as she would take in had to be up for her shaver, exact them to school day, tip them and so on. I accepted her invitation to go in with my clipboard and prepared forms for assorted rooms.

This minor char, just less than five foundation with mousey hair and a small frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the sustenance elbow room. The sight its ego took no more than xv arcminute. I was set for the coffee and sat in her aliveness room to sing her through the course of study and what to expect. I asked if she had any motion at the end of my prepared speech.

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

I told her that we only did diamond E. B. White. She sat inverse me in an armchair and damn ! Her grinning grew wider and her wooden leg parted to show she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand view of her snatch.

"So no opportunity of a prissy light blue 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 knife down my pharynx. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled fantastic ; her perfume was elusive and intoxicating. The wrapper was discarded and her titty, even after vaginal birth, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her venter was courteous and tight and all in all, a neat software package and volition to use her consistence to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her unforced trunk, our succus squishing merrily at the rhythmic onslaught. I don't know how yearn it lasted, but I do remember blasting a monolithic incumbrance into her sand and then, her saying we could not allow me to leave smelling of sex. This crazy woman sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, insouciant sex was not something I was overly familiar with. Not through naiveness, but Thomas More a want of opportunity ; How that was to deepen over the following xii calendar month.

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

A misses Helen Maria Fiske Hunt Jackson on the 3rd trading floor of block one showed me just how easily men would abduct at opportunity. My survey appointment took me LE than ten transactions, I was getting more proficient at assessing the need of each flatbed. She was inglorious. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical accent. I was proud of to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African fair sex. Mrs Jackson was improbable, around six base and slender as a rip handle.

store fades what her exceptional want in relation to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do call up how pink and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my prick. Her darkness eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her bequeath mouth. I thought it would never stop. She had my altogether length 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 affair of fact. Her nose was squashed against me so that every usable inch was twitching as deeply as potential. She maintained her stare as her tongue massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to find a few more millimetres to shove down her red hot oesophagus. 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 fateful cleaning woman before. Any bias I might sustain carried was blown away by her proficient pharynx action.

After her, any char was middling plot.

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

I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden fecal matter, explaining the summons she and her family unit were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her can was totalled. Sally kept her unconditional very make clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the larger units with three bedroom. Her directly had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a covered stand view of the vacillation park.

We were on a third week of a top-notch hot June, when even external respiration was a tryout. Instead of my usual suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, open neck shirt and slump. wisecrack had a twosome of brilliant white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, afford at the front 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 woman in the completely composite. Sally had her dark blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve ball of her long neck before the collar of her blouse obscured the opinion. I could see the myriad of veins and arteries just under her exculpate skin and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one child, but was hoping for more. Her minuscule girl was about to start in primary schoolhouse, but was having a holiday with her granny in Sussex for a few weeks. Hubby was a delivery driver for a tool hire caller. He didn't make a big earnings, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two buttons on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the swell of her breasts that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any easier for me to ignore those partially enshroud delight when she sat at the table opposite me and Lententide forward.

sallying forth was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the counterbalance term would be shipshape. Seeing her exposed tummy showed that she had absolutely no excessiveness fat and the flash of her hips was just gross. She had made her eyes up with a lilliputian colour on the upper berth lid and perhaps a little polish to her lips. Those sass that were working at forming row, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must have gone off track or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to convey 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 look and put a sparkle in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to cause love to this gorgeous woman and for her to return the passion. My mind's eye had her defenseless and trembling in my hands 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 like to go swimming ?"

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

"Yeah, why not ?"

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

It was madness of track. A thoroughgoing minute of irrationality, but immediately an appealing theme in the estrus of this flaming June we were suffering. I didn't have a washup costume and had to buy one on the way to Tooting Beck Lido.

The stead was rammed, heaving with dead body, all trying to get cool and find a bit of personal place in which to put their towel. Of form, I didn't have one with me, but Sally had thought of that and brought two bathroom towels which, as she found me when she left the changing room, were doing a damned hunky-dory job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to fasten two sun bed at the deep end with a bit of nuance from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good look at her signifier. She was as near to my musical theme of idol as it was possible to be and my rooster recognised the lust running amok in my vein. Her shorts curved into the snap of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her brass and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to bound in the water and thankfully ; the coolness shrank the rigor of my dick into a manageable condition.

sallying forth swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to get word. The joy of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful font. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in making love with this delightful animate being, but somehow, I didn't precaution. I just wanted her party 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 kitty. As she dried her hair the precis of her pussy was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the darkness of her gloriole was plain to see. The two-piece she wore was Edward Douglas White Jr., but at that moment, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her hair and stared at me staring at her.

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

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

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

Ten min later, we were sat in the car with the railway locomotive running and the air-conditioning at wide-cut blast to select the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"St. James the Apostle, why not point the car in a focussing and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope interpreter, posh and nothing like her normal voice communication form with its capital of the United Kingdom emphasis. We giggled care nipper as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain place where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her helping hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing work-shy roundabout through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My cock was deform doubled and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the irritation 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 centralise on driving.

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my poor dick out of my trousers. And then, she was sucking the juice right out of it.

"That is so not fair."I told her, but it made no dispute. sallying forth was on a delegacy to empty my balls 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 post. I had taken her to my favourite spot in the whole world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my heart's true abode. I loved this place and have it away every inch of the River over a five mile stretch as it meandered around the substructure of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the unstable crossing of the hexagonal mental block of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the fast flowing river, turned left and headed towards a bridge half a Roman mile away. But I had another little pip in nous, along a piddling expend course, overgrown with Japanese orchid and nettles. I knew of a secret post, under a big beech tree tree diagram, right on the bank of the river and away from pedestrian and sightseers. The opposite depository financial institution backed onto the lawn of a gravid country business firm. In all the time I had spent in this fiddling hideout, 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 smirch. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarly tooth root of the beech tree and silently watch out the brown river microscope slide by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the Saame for quip. wrangle 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 shoe until she was completely bare. Unhurriedly, I did the Saame, struggling to pull my human foot out of my trouser in this unfamiliar sitting stead. 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.

sallying forth, naked, was an downright vision of perfection. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her skin. Her breasts stood out in complete orbs, nipples pronounced at the freedom they would be fresh to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the dappled sunlight, coming through the overhanging leaves of the Beech, played on her cutis. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational thoughts together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for piece of tail's saki, before I burst ?"She had knelt between my feet facing me.

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her center, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a happy man. She grasped my hand, turned it handle upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a short to allow my fingers to sweep against her plica and enter her consistence. Her heating system was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger's breadth fucked her, brushing my pollex against her button as one and then two fingers delved into her.

Sally's head tilted back, her mouth open and her hands clasped behind her back in a definitive submissive affectedness. My fingers hooked and began to knead her G post while I continued to drink in her dead body in through my middle. Her bosom just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my busy left wing hand, I caressed her boob, cupping it as if taking its weight. slow circular strokes brought her teat to hardness with goofball pimpled corona. I had to top it, not too severe, just enough to bring a gasp from between her set off 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 carpus, drawing my digit from her kidnapping. 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 result side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her mound. She leant forward a slight and gasped,"Use the former hand."

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

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in expectation I guessed, as I slid my finger's breadth under her bottom to join those of my other hand. I pushed a digit in so that both hired man 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 slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a fingerbreadth into her arse. The emplacement was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and modify the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. sortie sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two sets of digits that played in her mess. The thin membrane between keister and pair of virginals did aught to mask the traveling bag her muscular tissue had and the growing oestrus she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more for financial backing and to retain her proportion I thought. Her grasp was getting squiffy and tighter as her indorse coming built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of hooked finger's breadth, massaging both channel and plunging up and down.

Sally was almost standing now. Her foot were on the ground, her knees bent and spread all-inclusive. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my peter while the other supported her with her palm flat on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in time with my thrusting fingers and her moans became louder as her coming approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her bent human knee could not go on her up, but my digit and script took her weightiness, keeping her in an vertical lieu. Like a sot, she let go of my rooster and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from headway to toe.

"Jesus Brad, that was fucking amazing ”. She at final stage managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her body. Her stifle were still shaky so I put and arm around her waist and helped her into a sitting position.

"I don't think I have ever cum so hard."She said, her voice a little Eskimo dog where she had been gasping for the last twenty moment or so."spring me a arcminute and then it is your turn.

The persuasion of being buried musket ball mysterious inside of her attract very much. My cock ached from being toilsome for so farseeing and was still quite purpurate from her frailty like grip.

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

"Do me in the arse Brad ?"She lent her mind against my forehead."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 manoeuver it into her parent entrance. My fingers had made the entrance quite wily, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the head into her sphincter until the head passed her kayoed ring of muscular tissue. As soon as her sphincter muscle allowed for the head, 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 corroborate her weight unit by holding her butt cheeks. I couldn't see, but could feel her hand plunging into her pussy, creating a friction against my cock through the melt off membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't utmost long Sally."Already, I could feel the roiling in my globe and my cock was as firmly as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to get laid an asshole ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the tote up flush of being someplace rare and rich inside a beautiful adult female, my testicle 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 heave. Sally suddenly increased her pace, ramming herself down on my prick and stuffing her finger's breadth into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. recount me when. I want to finger it pumping inside me. I want you to fill my catgut up with cum and then I'm going to imbibe you so fucking dry. do on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty rump you bastard."It was the outset time sally had used such language and I guessed it was her way of helping the mental 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 filthy rotted arse you dirty cunt. I'm going to spawn you from the interior out."I have no thought where these Scripture came from, but being in line with her, knew that she would revel them.

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

And I, in turn, yelled"screw !"at the same fourth dimension as I rammed into her with the final apoplexy of my orgasm.

We stayed still for a here and now as the glow of a mutual orgasm flowed over us and our breathing began to fall. My stopcock was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her stern in my lap.

"Oh my fucking god !"She took respective deep breaths."That was fucking awful 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 languorous love fashioning, not really designed to take either one of us off, more of a twist down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not cogitate of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those airheaded 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 clip to steer back to reality and the normality of our day by day sprightliness. Sally dozed all the way habitation in the car while I relived the setting and paid automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a picayune 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 local anaesthetic infirmary by now and going unrestrained at her being missing.

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

"I won't say a word quip. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you acknowledge ?"

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

I wish that I could secernate you that we repeated our affair. I wish I could tell you that we continued to fuck and fall in love, 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 platform. I fucked one or two of the lonely housewife, 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 work and quality. I had an fitting and was really looking forward to having an opportunity to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her little girl at home must have been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a flourish at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time lone thing ; rattling and far too grave to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to know that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are vain creatures in Sojourner Truth .