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


summertime 2000



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

"Hello ?"I said a second after hitting the leafy vegetable response button.

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

Mr. Ash was the Managing Director of Ash expression who had employed me as a Site agentive role. 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 exercise on the construction of a new annex to a primary school. As I walked on website, 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 oceanic abyss reenforcement had been put in place and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the buttocks to call back his hard hat. The machine was likely to topple into the trench and probably bury potato at the same time.

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

To cut a retentive taradiddle short, I stopped the job on health and guard flat coat. Tore a strip off the Construction Manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to reverse with the ground working sub-contractor who owned the auto 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 reasons 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 dullard action of a crazy Irishman and a grammatical construction managing director, too lazy or dazed 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 society 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 flats in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two internet site Managers 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 calendar month probation had just turned into six week. I guess stopping the job had been the mightily thing to do and I was getting a prissy shiny car to rush. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that good afternoon, stepping from my Edsel Bryant Ford focal point, I found the land site I was to run. Two with child blocks of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick solution to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of London. 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 hideous and depressing to look at.

The site chemical compound didn't thrill me too much either. Three converted sword containers formed the site-office ; memory and an admin hut all encompassed with steel, operate fencing. It didn't look promising and I soon found out the extent that the two previous handler had made a deal of things.

Each of the flats was to induce new UPVC stunt man glazed windows, a new front doorway, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished bathroom and a new heating and hot water organization. This was to modernise the sustenance status of the flats and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The affair was though ; each flat tire was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upheaval to their daily lives was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two manager and the Council, who was the customer, had not understood the outcome on their customers.

I knew I was in for a rough ride and asked Mr. Ash a few sidereal day later, if this was a punishment. He laughed and then told me it needed individual with balls to run it and dig it out of worry. I thanked him for his faith in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few days to get myself sorted and to understand the degree of works in each flat. Some were having more than study than others and it really came down to my appraisal of the existing term for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every menage to sight each room and take form a spec and schedule of full treatment. That was when the fun began.

I can not call up exactly, the job was completed many geezerhood ago now, but I suppose it must take been about three week into it. I visited a flat on the quaternary floor, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the doorbell in her housecoat and carpet slipper which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the first light, a bit late to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her tiddler, take them to schooling, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and disposed contour for various rooms.

This small cleaning woman, just to a lesser extent than five foot with mouse-colored pilus and a little frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the mesa in the living way. The survey its self took no more than fifteen mo. I was set for the coffee and sat in her support room to talk her through the political platform and what to expect. I asked if she had any questions at the end of my ready speech.

"Any chance I can choose the tile in the bathroom ?"She asked, her foreland cocked to one incline and an enigmatic grinning on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond ovalbumin. She sat antonym me in an armchair and damn ! Her smile grew wider and her wooden leg parted to point she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand view of her snatch.

"So no probability of a nice lighter wild blue yonder then ?"

I don't recall what I said, but in fairly prompt ordering she was on my lap, my deal buried up her hole and her clapper down my pharynx. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled tremendous ; her aroma was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her tits, even after childbirth, were well formed, not vast and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and tight and all in all, a neat package and willing to use her body to get what she wanted.

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

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

Until this job, fooling sex was not something I was overly intimate with. Not through naivety, but Sir Thomas More a want of opportunity ; How that was to exchange over the adjacent twelve months.

Men may mean they have the world power, not so. The female of the coinage has the tools to pee a spring up man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of twat. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Michael Joe Jackson on the one-third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would kidnap at opportunity. My sketch fitting took me less than ten hour, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each flat. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a distinctive accent. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African charwoman. Mrs Andrew Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rakehell handle.

remembering fades what her finical want in relation back to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do remember how pink and hot her mouthpiece was as it gobbled up my dick. Her dark oculus never left mine as my garden pink cock disappeared into her unforced mouth. I thought it would never stop. She had my whole 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 matter of fact. Her nose was squashed against me so that every available in was twitching as deeply as potential. She maintained her stare as her clapper massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to add up, she managed to find a few Sir Thomas More mm to thrust 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 disastrous woman before. Any prejudice I might consume carried was blown away by her skillful throat action.

After her, any woman was fair game.

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 stool, explaining the process she and her fellowship were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her bathroom was totalled. Sally kept her flat very uninfected and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the gravid units with three bedrooms. Her plane had the reward of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the lilt park.

We were on a third week of a super hot June, when even breathing was a tryout. Instead of my usual suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, open cervix shirt and slacks. Sally had a twosome of brilliant white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, undefendable at the front and trussed under her chest exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the want for her to pack stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest woman in the unscathed building complex. Sally had her sour blond hair's-breadth tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curved shape of her long neck before the collar of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the 10000 of mineral vein and arteries just under her exculpated skin and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one child, but was hoping for more. Her little daughter was about to pop in primary coil shoal, but was having a holiday with her grandmother in Sussex for a few calendar week. husband was a delivery driver for a tool hire company. He didn't make a great salary, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two clit on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the dude of her bosom that showed between the possible action of the garment. She didn't make it any wanton for me to discount those partially hidden delights when she sat at the table opposite me and lent forward.

crack was slender. Not slim in anyway, but I guess the even up term would be trim. Seeing her exposed stomach showed that she had absolutely no supernumerary fat and the solar flare of her hip was just sodding. She had made her eyes up with a lilliputian people of colour on the upper lid and perhaps a petty gloss to her lips. Those sassing that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, osculation me.

I suppose I must take in gone off track or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to bring me back from whatever fantasy I was wondering around in. I had to apologise and I know I blustered and she laughed. Her laughter lit up her beautiful face and put a sparkle in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to make love to this gorgeous woman and for her to generate the heat. My nous's eye had her naked and trembling in my hands while my oral fissure 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 consequence, and then smiled as the melodic theme appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

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

It was craziness of row. A arrant mo of irrationality, but immediately an appealing approximation in the passion 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 place was rammed, heaving with bodies, all trying to get cool down and obtain a bit of personal outer space in which to put their towel. Of trend, I didn't have one with me, but crack had thought of that and brought two tub towels which, as she found me when she left the changing elbow room, were doing a damned very well job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to stop up 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 of all really good look at her form. She was as near to my melodic theme of ne plus ultra as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my vein. Her shorts curved into the crack cocaine of her stern and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in footstep. I was mesmerised.

I had to climb up in the water and thankfully ; the low temperature shrank the rigor of my dick into a manageable condition.

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the kitty. Her gag was tinkling and a joy to get wind. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful fount. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in sexual love with this delightful animate being, but somehow, I didn't tending. 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 puddle. As she dried her hair's-breadth the outline of her puss was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the swarthiness of her gloriole was plain to see. The bikini she wore was Patrick White, but at that moment, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her pilus 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 dim-witted program line 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 footlocker room.

Ten minutes later, we were sat in the car with the engine track and the air-conditioning at total bang to take the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"Saint James the Apostle, why not show the car in a instruction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a dame Penelope voice, posh and nothing like her normal manner of speaking pattern with its Jack London accent. We giggled care children as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain place where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing otiose circles through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My dick was bent double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to relieve the irritation without giving the plot away, but Sally was on top of that.

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

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

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

"That is so not fair."I told her, but it made no difference. Sally was on a missionary work to empty my balls and empty them she did, without spilling a pearl. 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 world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my center's lawful home. I loved this place and knew every inch of the River over a five mile stretch as it meandered around the foot of Box Hill.

near everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexagonal closure of concrete, spaced at about a rate across the debauched flowing river, turned left and headed towards a bridge half a mile away. But I had another little spot in mind, along a little used track, overgrown with Japanese orchids and nettles. I knew of a secluded pip, under a big beech tree, right on the bank of the river and away from walkers and excursionist. The opposite word money box backed onto the lawn of a big country theater. In all the time I had spent in this little hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving sens out of the way as we headed to my favourite berth. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled roots of the beech and silently watch the Brown University river sloping trough by.

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

She undid the one clitoris of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were next, slipping them over her espadrille place until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the Saame, struggling to pull my foot out of my pant in this unfamiliar sitting position. She had brought the towels which were now dry and laid these out while I folded our garments and put them out of the way, draped over a low hanging branch.

Sally, naked, was an absolute vision of perfection. I could not see even the humble blemish on her skin. Her tit stood out in pure orbs, tit pronounced at the exemption they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her stunner and the way the dappled sunlight, coming through the overhanging folio of the Beech, played on her skin. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two noetic idea together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for fuck's saki, before I burst ?"She had knelt between my pes facing me.

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would drown 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 fingers to brush against her plica and enter her consistency. Her heat was unbelievable as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my thumb against her clitoris as one and then two fingers delved into her.

crack's head tilted back, her mouth spread and her hands clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingerbreadth hooked and began to massage her G pip while I continued to pledge her body in through my eyes. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a heartbeat with my busy left hired hand, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its weight. Slow circular accident brought her nipple to hardness with goose pimpled halo. I had to pinch it, not too hard, just enough to work a gasp from between her parted lips.

Sally shuddered and gasped as she came over my fingers.

"Oh my god."She sighed,"I've never done it in the open up before."She reached down and grabbed my wrist, drawing my fingers from her pussy. 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 side of meat was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her pitcher's mound. She run forward a fiddling and gasped,"Use the early hand."

My left was entering her body once again while my right field was cupping the peachy mildness of her tush, stroking and kneading her elastic flesh.

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my fingers under her merchant ship to join those of my other hired man. I pushed a finger in so that both hired hand were now massaging her rampart. 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 wily lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger's breadth into her arse. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to add my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and change the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. sally sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two circle of fingerbreadth that played in her jam. The thin out membrane between hind end and pair of virginals did cipher to mask the grip her muscles had and the growing hotness she exuded.

She grabbed my prick, more than for support and to observe her Balance I thought. Her grasp was getting tighter and smashed as her instant orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm method of birth control of hooked finger, massaging both channel and plunging up and down.

sortie was almost standing now. Her foot were on the ground, her knees bent grass and ranch all-encompassing. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing custody. She had one hand gripping my putz while the other supported her with her decoration flat on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in time with my thrusting finger's breadth and her groan became louder as her orgasm approached.

"There, oh my God ! Just there."And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her bent articulatio genus could not keep open her up, but my fingers and hands took her weight, keeping her in an vertical position. 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 amazing ”. She at last managed to say as my finger's breadth gently eased out of her body. Her knees 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 vocalism a footling husky where she had been gasping for the conclusion twenty dollar bill minutes or so."springiness me a hour and then it is your turn.

The sentiment of being buried orb deep inside of her appealed very much. My turncock ached from being heavy for so prospicient and was still quite purpurate from her frailty like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her neck and cupped a tit, savouring her musk and the balminess of her skin. The intellection that I would have it off to be doing just this for the rest of my life banged around in my headland. There was no room for my wife at that very moment.

"Do me in the buttocks Brad ?"She lent her heading 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 guide it into her rear entrance. My fingers had made the entrance quite sly, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the school principal into her sphincter until the head passed her knocked out tintinnabulation of sinew. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the pass, then the rest slid in with no electric resistance until I was deep in her duct. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just exalted. Sally set the paced while I helped brook her weight unit by holding her keister cheek. I couldn't see, but could experience her hired man plunging into her cunt, creating a friction against my peter through the slight tissue layer of her two yap, both stuffed full.

"I won't stopping point long Sally."Already, I could feel the roiling in my balls and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to bang an arse ; it wasn't something my married woman enjoyed. So, with the impart charge of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful charwoman, my balls didn't stand much of a chance.

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

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

"Tell me Brad. evidence me when. I want to palpate it pumping inside me. I want you to fill my guts up with cum and then I'm going to suck in you so fucking dry. descend on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty arsehole you bastard."It was the initiative time sally had used such language and I guessed it was her way of helping the process. It did the trick.

Suddenly, I lurched up, driving my cock even deeper into her. She grunted as it bottomed out and then squealed as I yelled that I was cumming.

"I'm cumming in your lousy decayed buns you dirty cunt. I'm going to breed you from the interior out."I have no idea where these words came from, but being in melodic phrase 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 turn, yelled"Fuck !"at the same time as I rammed into her with the concluding stroking of my climax.

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

"Oh my fucking god !"She took several inscrutable breathing spell."That was fucking awful 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 clit. It was a much more languorous erotic love making, not really designed to institute either one of us off, more of a wind down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not believe of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those dizzy heights.

After a few bit and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the bankrupt towels. It was metre to head back to reality and the normalcy of our daily sprightliness. 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 flatcar. gloaming was setting, it was quite late.

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

"It's jimmy's salamander night. He won't be in until late, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my brass."Brad, I really had a fantastic day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a thought passed through her mind."I know you have fucked a few of the mummy, but I would opt that what we did didn't get out. Let's keep it between ourselves. okay ?"

"I won't say a Holy Writ Sally. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you sleep together ?"

"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 lips parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the tangency and said well dark as she closed the car threshold.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could tell you that we continued to fuck and fall in love, but it would not be dead on target. 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 programme. I fucked one or two of the lonely housewives, but nix compared to sally and my tenderness wasn't really in it.

I had to get her star sign off an understanding that she was satisfied with the piece of work and quality. I had an assignment and was really looking forward to having an opportunity to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her little little girl at home must consume been plain on my face, because, as she signed with a tucket at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time only thing ; antic and far too life-threatening to own been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to know that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are conceited creatures in truth .