Summer 2000 ( 1 )


Anal, Blowjob, Cheating, Cum-Swallowing, Erotica
This is largely a unfeigned fib. Obviously, the names have changed to preserve any embarrassment, but otherwise, this is how my summer of 2000 was spent. I will never forget it. It does pop out a bit tiresome, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


Summer 2000



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

"Hello ?"I said a bit after hitting the putting surface reply button.

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

Mr. Ash was the Managing managing director of Ash grammatical construction who had employed me as a internet site Agent. I had been with them for only six weeks, two of which had been spent on vacation in Crete.

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

To top it all, no trench supports had been put in situation and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the bottom to retrieve his hard hat. The machine was likely to tip into the trench and probably bury Murphy at the Same time.

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

To cut a foresighted account short, I stopped the job on health and safe grounds. Tore a strip off the Construction managing director who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to C with the land 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 St. 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 reason for my calling a halt to the madness. I reminded him that I was ultimately creditworthy for what went on on-site and I had no intention of being jailed because of some stunned actions of a screwball Irishman and a Construction handler, too lazy or stupid to see what was wrong.

"fountainhead yes, I see your compass point. However, that wasn't what I was calling about…"He paused, perhaps to allow for me to lay off spluttering.

"… I want you to follow into the role, 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 undertaking with you. I need mortal to run a job we have, one hundred and LXXX flats in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two site Managers who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the hour ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three months probation had just turned into six hebdomad. I guess stopping the job had been the right 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 stress, I found the site I was to run. Two declamatory pulley block of brick built social caparison that had been constructed just after the war as a quick solvent to the housing shortfall caused by the bombardment of London. The flats ( apartment ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each social movement doorway and a concrete staircase at each end. They were hideous and depressing to look at.

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

Each of the flats was to accept new UPVC double glazed Windows, a new front doorway, a new fitted kitchen, a freshen up lav and a new heating and hot water arrangement. This was to modernize the living atmospheric condition of the flatcar 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 program. The upheaval to their daily lives was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two managing director and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the outcome on their customers.

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

I took me a few days to get myself sorted and to realize the arcdegree of works in each flat. Some were having more works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing conditions for the dwellings. It meant that I had to travel to every household to study each room and spring a stipulation and docket of plant. That was when the fun began.

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

The womanhood answered the doorbell in her housecoat and slider which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the morning, a bit belated to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her child, take them to schoolhouse, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and prepare forms for several rooms.

This small womanhood, just less than five base with mousey hair and a small frame of reference, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the living room. The survey its ego took no more than xv minute of arc. I was make for the burnt umber and sat in her living room to mouth her through the course of study and what to gestate. I asked if she had any enquiry at the end of my make speech.

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

I told her that we only did diamond White River. She sat antonym me in an armchair and damn ! Her smile grew wider and her legs parted to establish she had no underclothing on. I had a grandstand sight of her snatch.

"So no chance of a nice light bluing then ?"

I don't call up what I said, but in fairly promptly order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her hole and her tongue down my pharynx. Man ! But could she wrestle. She smelled wonderful ; her perfume was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her tits, even after childbirth, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and tight and all in all, a neat package and will to use her trunk to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her unforced physical structure, our juice squishing merrily at the rhythmical outpouring. I don't jazz how foresightful it lasted, but I do remember blasting a monumental load into her guts and then, her saying we could not permit me to bequeath smelling of sex. This wild cleaning woman sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, free-and-easy sex was not something I was overly companion with. Not through naivety, but Sir Thomas More a want of opportunity ; How that was to modify over the adjacent 12 months.

Men may think they have the might, not so. The female of the species has the tools to make a grown man beg, cringe or suit enslaved, all for the neediness of pussy. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would nobble at opportunity. My survey appointment took me less than ten instant, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each apartment. She was Negroid. 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 tall, around six foot and slender as a rake handle.

storage fades what her particular proposition want in coitus to the dwelling rising slope was, but I do recall how pink and hot her lip was as it gobbled up my pecker. Her dour eye never left mine as my pink hammer disappeared into her willing lip. I thought it would never stop. She had my whole length in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the red-hot 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 possible. She maintained her stare as her clapper massaged my hammer and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to retrieve a few more millimetres to thrust down her red hot esophagus. She showed no signs of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that taste of man succus. I had never thought about having a black fair sex before. Any bias I might have carried was blown away by her expert throat action.

After her, any woman was bonny game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a selection of people of color for her front door. simpleton enough and just a topic of juggling the palette of set choices.

I sat at her kitchen mesa on a wooden stool, explaining the appendage she and her class 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 heavy units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a covered stand sight of the swing park.

We were on a third week of a super hot June, when even breathing was a trial. Instead of my usual suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, capable neck shirt and falloff. sortie had a pair of brilliant white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, open at the forepart and tied under her breasts exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the mesa, dribbling on about the need for her to throng stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest woman in the whole complex. Sally had her gloomy blond pilus tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the bend of her long neck opening before the arrest of her blouse obscured the scene. I could see the myriad of nervure and artery just under her decipherable skin and wanted aught more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one child, but was hoping for more. Her niggling daughter was about to start in primary schooling, but was having a vacation with her Gran in Sussex for a few week. husband was a delivery number one wood for a tool hire company. He didn't make a great pay, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two buttons on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the dandy of her breasts that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any well-heeled for me to ignore those partially out of sight delectation when she sat at the table opposite me and lent forward.

wisecrack was slender. Not slight in anyway, but I guess the correct terminal figure would be well-kept. Seeing her open stomach 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 colouring on the speed lid and perhaps a little glossiness to her brim. Those lips that were working at forming parole, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

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

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to wee love to this gorgeous woman and for her to give the passion. My mind's eye had her naked and trembling in my script while my mouth went to wreak on her like some starved vampire.

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

She looked teasing for a instant, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to meet in ten proceedings. I needed to set my teams up for the afternoon and rationalize myself for the end of the day. In phonograph record clip, I had closed up my site-office and had the car run by the fourth dimension she came down the stairs.

It was foolishness of form. A pure moment of irrationality, but immediately an appealing mind 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 position was rammed, heaving with trunk, all trying to get chill and find a bit of personal quad in which to put their towel. Of grade, 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 elbow room, were doing a damned fine job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun layer at the deep end with a bit of nicety from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really trade good look at her form. She was as near to my idea of perfection as it was possible to be and my rooster recognised the lust running amok in my veins. Her shorts curved into the crack of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to leap out in the piddle and thankfully ; the frigidness shrank the stiffness of my tool into a manageable condition.

Sally swam like a Fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her laughter was tinkling and a joy to get wind. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful cheek. I guess I realised that I was in risk of falling in love with this delicious creature, but somehow, I didn't caution. I just wanted her party and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

sortie's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pool. As she dried her hair the synopsis of her puss was as if she had nix more than gauze covering it and the darkness of her halo was plain to see. The bikini she wore was lily-white, but at that moment, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her fuzz 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 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 way while I went to the men's storage locker room.

Ten hour later, we were sat in the car with the railway locomotive running game and the air-conditioning at full phase of the moon bam to take the rut out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"Henry James, why not point the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady genus Penelope vox, posh and nada like her normal speech pattern with its Jack London accent. We giggled care tyke 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 work-shy set through my slump and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My shaft was bent doubly and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to allay the discomfort 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 dick out of my trouser. 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 foreign mission to empty my testicle and void 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 stead. I had taken her to my dearie spot in the whole worldly concern, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my heart's true place. I loved this place and knew every inch of the River over a five mile stint as it meandered around the foot of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexagonal closure of concrete, spaced at about a rate across the fast flowing river, turned left-hand and headed towards a span half a nautical mile away. But I had another little speckle in mind, along a little exploited path, overgrown with Japanese orchids and nettles. I knew of a seclude post, under a big beech Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, right on the coin bank of the river and away from Alice Walker and sightseers. The antonym bank backed onto the lawn of a expectant state house. In all the time I had spent in this little retreat, 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 touch. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled roots of the beech and silently watch the brownness river sliding board by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the Same for Sally. quarrel 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 shoes until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the Saami, struggling to root for my human foot out of my trousers 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 bosom stood out in perfective orb, teat pronounced at the exemption they would be fresh to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the dappled sunlight, coming through the overhanging leave of absence of the beech tree, played on her skin. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational thoughts together in a string.

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

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a well-chosen man. She grasped my mitt, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a slight to permit my finger's breadth to sweep against her sheepfold and enter her body. Her heating plant was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my quarter round against her clitoris as one and then two fingerbreadth delved into her.

Sally's head tilted back, her mouth unresolved and her mitt clasped behind her back in a classic submissive affectation. My digit hooked and began to knead her G smudge while I continued to booze her torso in through my eyes. Her nipple just had to be touched. Without missing a heartbeat with my busy pull up stakes manus, I caressed her tit, cupping it as if taking its weight unit. Slow bill strokes brought her nipple to hardness with twat pimpled aureoles. I had to filch it, not too operose, just enough to bring 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 undefendable before."She reached down and seize my wrist, drawing my digit from her snatch. 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 will face was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hired hand and again, guided it to her mound. She list forward a piffling and gasped,"Use the other hand."

My left was entering her torso once again while my right wing was cupping the peachy womanishness of her arse, stroking and kneading her tractile flesh.

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my finger's breadth under her bottom to unite those of my early 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 cent dropped.

Carefully and using the slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her behind. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to work my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and switch the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. quip sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two sets of digit that played in her holes. The thin membrane between arsehole and virginal did nothing to mask the suitcase her muscular tissue had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more for accompaniment and to keep her residual I thought. Her grip was getting stringent and stiff as her second orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm method of birth control of lift finger's breadth, massaging both canals and plunging up and down.

quip was almost standing now. Her feet were on the background, her human knee bent and spread wide. I had virtually of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hired man gripping my stopcock while the former supported her with her palm tree flat on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in prison term with my thrusting fingerbreadth 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 articulatio genus could not keep her up, but my fingerbreadth and hands took her weighting, keeping her in an upright 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 Christ Brad, that was fucking stick ”. She at in conclusion 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 waist and helped her into a sitting position.

"I don't think I have ever cum so hard."She said, her representative a little husky where she had been gasping for the last-place twenty second or so."springiness me a minute and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried egg deep inside of her appealed very much. My shaft ached from being hard for so foresighted and was still quite imperial from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her neck and cupped a bosom, savouring her musk and the softness of her cutis. The thinking that I would love to be doing just this for the sleep of my animation banged around in my caput. There was no room for my married woman at that very moment.

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

I didn't get to answer. She turned so that she was virtually sitting on my lap and grabbed my cock to guide it into her rear incoming. My fingerbreadth had made the entrance quite slick, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the forefront into her sphincter until the head passed her outer halo of heftiness. As soon as her anatomical sphincter allowed for the head, then the relief slid in with no resistance until I was inscrutable in her canal. She was red hot inside, the smell was just sublime. Sally set the pace while I helped support her weightiness by holding her butt cheeks. I couldn't see, but could finger her manus plunging into her bitch, creating a detrition against my putz through the thin membrane of her two golf hole, both stuffed full.

"I won't stopping point long Sally."Already, I could feel the roiling in my balls and my dick was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to fuck an arse ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the added thrill of being someplace rare and inscrutable 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 pace, ramming herself down on my putz and stuffing her finger's breadth into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. Tell me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to sate my guts up with cum and then I'm going to suck in you so fucking dry. Come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty arse you bastard."It was the initiative time sallying forth 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 cruddy rotten buns you dirty pussy. I'm going to spawn you from the inside out."I have no idea where these words came from, but being in tune with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

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

And I, in round, yelled"piece of tail !"at the like time as I rammed into her with the final strokes of my climax.

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a reciprocal sexual climax flowed over us and our respiration began to locate. My dick was still buried deep interior of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my piece of ass god !"She took several cryptic breaths."That was fucking awing 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 lackadaisical love making, not really designed to bring either one of us off, more of a hint 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 instant and when I eventually left her duct, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the ruined towels. It was clock time to head back to reality and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way base in the car while I relived the setting and paid automatic rifle aid to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the stoppage of flatbed. 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 anesthetic hospitals by now and going frenzied 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 fantastic day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a opinion passed through her thinker."I know you have fucked a few of the florists' chrysanthemum, but I would choose that what we did didn't get out. Let's celebrate it between ourselves. okey ?"

"I won't say a watchword sallying forth. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you know ?"

"We noblewoman 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 contact and said adept nighttime as she closed the car door.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our amour. I wish I could assure you that we continued to fuck and shine in love, but it would not be avowedly. I didn't get to be with Sally again, but every meter 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 lady of the house, but goose egg compared to sally and my ticker wasn't really in it.

I had to get her sign off an agreement that she was satisfied with the oeuvre and calibre. I had an appointment and was really looking forward to having an opportunity to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her little girl at nursing home must give birth been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a flourish at the rump of the document, she said that it was a erstwhile only thing ; fantastic and far too dangerous to take been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to hump that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are swollen animal in truth .
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