This is largely a avowedly account. Obviously, the gens have changed to carry through any embarrassment, but otherwise, this is how my summer of 2000 was spent. I will never forget it. It does begin a bit dim, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


summertime 2000



My mobile telephone set 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 recognised issue, perhaps even the caller's name. The screen told me it was the government agency calling.

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

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

Mr. Ash was the Managing film director of Ash Construction who had employed me as a situation Agent. I had been with them for only six workweek, 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 primary school. As I walked on situation, I found a seventeen-ton 36o degree digger sitting astride a three-meter rich trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no deep sustenance had been put in seat and potato was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the posterior to retrieve his voiceless hat. The machine was likely to tumble into the trench and probably bury white potato at the same time.

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

To cut a retentive story shortstop, I stopped the job on health and safety device grounds. Tore a strip off the 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 vociferation 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 cause 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 design of being jailed because of some stupid actions of a unhinged Irishman and a Construction managing director, too slothful or stupid 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 give up spluttering.

"… I want you to come into the spot, 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 someone to run a job we have, one hundred and eighty 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 time of day ? Oh, and by the way, your probation catamenia is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three months 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 kick. 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 orotund cylinder block of brick built social living accommodations that had been constructed just after the war as a agile solution to the living accommodations shortfall caused by the bombing of London. The flat tire ( apartments ) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each front room access and a concrete staircase at each end. They were repulsive and depressing to look 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 sword, net fencing. It didn't look promising and I soon found out the extent that the two former coach had made a mess of things.

Each of the flats was to have new UPVC double glazed window, a new front threshold, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbish bathroom and a new heating and hot water organization. This was to modernise the living conditions of the flatbed and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The matter 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 Managers and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the effect on their customers.

I knew I was in for a boisterous drive and asked Mr. Ash a few days later, if this was a penalty. He laughed and then told me it needed soul with balls 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 empathize the degree of works in each flatbed. 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 visit every household to survey each room and form a specification and agenda of works. That was when the fun began.

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

The woman answered the doorbell in her housecoat and slipper which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the morning, a bit late to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her shaver, take them to school, fertilise them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and prepared forms for versatile rooms.

This humble adult female, just less than five foot with mousy tomentum and a small bod, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the sustenance room. The resume its self took no more than fifteen hour. I was ready for the coffee bean and sat in her living room to talk her through the political program and what to expect. I asked if she had any doubtfulness at the end of my inclined speech.

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

I told her that we only did diamond white. She sat opposite me in an armchair and damn ! Her smile grew wider and her legs parted to show she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand horizon of her snatch.

"So no chance of a nice lightness Amytal 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 tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she worm. She smelled fantastic ; her fragrance was subtle and intoxicating. The negligee was discarded and her tits, even after vaginal birth, were well formed, not immense and didn't sag. Her belly was squeamish and pissed and all in all, a neat computer software and uncoerced to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her willing physical structure, our juices squishing merrily at the rhythmical barrage. I don't have sex how long it lasted, but I do remember blasting a massive load into her guts and then, her saying we could not allow me to leave smelling of sex. This crazy adult female sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, passing sex was not something I was overly associate with. Not through naivety, but more a lack of chance ; How that was to interchange over the next twelve months.

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

A misses Jackson on the third flooring of cylinder block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My survey appointment took me LE than ten minutes, I was getting more skilful at assessing the demand of each apartment. She was shameful. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical dialect. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big swag'favoured by African charwoman. Mrs Jackson was marvellous, around six foot and slender as a rakehell handle.

Memory fades what her particular want in relation to the dwelling rising slope was, but I do remember how pink and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my dick. Her dark eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her leave mouth. I thought it would never check. She had my solid length in her sass and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the raging 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 tongue massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to fall, she managed to receive a few Thomas 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 of man juice. I had never thought about having a melanize fair sex before. Any prejudice I might receive carried was blown away by her expert throat action.

After her, any fair sex was fairly game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a pick of colour for her front door. Simple sufficiency and just a matter of juggling the pallette 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 lav was totalled. Sally kept her compressed very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the larger unit with three bedrooms. Her flavourless had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the cut park.

We were on a third workweek 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, open cervix shirt and slacks. Sally had a pair of brilliant white-hot 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 demand for her to pack poppycock up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest woman in the whole building complex. Sally had her wickedness blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the bend of her long neck before the arrest of her blouse obscured the sight. I could see the myriad of venous blood vessel and arteria just under her exonerated tegument and wanted zero more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one small fry, but was hoping for more. Her niggling daughter was about to pop out in primary coil school, but was having a holiday with her Gran in Sussex for a few weeks. Hubby was a saving driver for a tool hire company. He didn't make a groovy 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 fop of her breasts that showed between the hatchway of the garment. She didn't make it any easier for me to discount those partially obliterate delights when she sat at the table opposite me and Lent forward.

Sally was slender. Not melt off in anyway, but I guess the set full term would be clipping. Seeing her exposed belly showed that she had absolutely no overabundance fat and the flare of her hips was just sodding. She had made her eyes up with a little gloss on the speed lid and perhaps a piddling burnish to her lips. Those lips that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

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

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to hold love to this gorgeous woman and for her to return the cacoethes. My mind's eye had her naked and trembling in my hired man while my mouth went to process 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 teasing for a moment, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to touch in ten minutes. I needed to set my teams up for the afternoon and beg off myself for the residuum of the day. In record book time, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running by the clip she came down the stairs.

It was hydrophobia of course. A sodding consequence of irrationality, but immediately an appealing melodic theme in the heat 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 space was rammed, heaving with eubstance, all trying to get cool and find a bit of personal distance in which to put their towel. Of course, I didn't have one with me, but wisecrack had thought of that and brought two tub 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 ghost from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really unspoiled look at her form. She was as near to my idea of idol as it was possible to be and my pecker recognised the lust running amok in my veins. Her short circuit curved into the crack of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her impertinence and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to jump off in the piddle and thankfully ; the coldness shrank the severity of my dick into a manageable condition.

Sally swam like a Fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the syndicate. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to hear. The delight of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful expression. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in love with this delicious creature, but somehow, I didn't care. I just wanted her ship's company and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

quip's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pool. As she dried her hairsbreadth the outline of her kitty was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the darkness of her aureoles was plain to see. The bikini she wore was whitened, 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 round-eyed assertion of fact. I though her as gorgeous and telling her felt good.

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

Ten minutes later, we were sat in the car with the engine running and the air-conditioning at full fire to learn the estrus out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not repoint the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope voice, posh and zilch like her normal speech pattern with its Jack London accent. We giggled like children as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain stead where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing faineant set through my morass and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My cock was bent double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the discomfort without giving the secret plan away, but Sally was on top of that.

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

"Mm, yes."I tried to boil down on driving.

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my misfortunate putz out of my trousers. And then, she was sucking the succus right out of it.

"That is so not fair."I told her, but it made no difference. Sally was on a military mission to vacate my formal and vacate them she did, without spilling a drop. God knows how we didn't end up in a ditch as she slurped my cum down her throat.

Eventually, we arrived at the steppingstones and climbed out of the car, but not before I had managed to get my shaft back to its rightful place. I had taken her to my favourite spot in the whole humans, near to where I had grown up and very probable, my heart's true habitation. I loved this situation and sleep with every inch of the River over a five air mile stretch as it meandered around the groundwork of Box Hill.

virtually everyone, who braved the parlous crossing of the hexagonal pulley block of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the truehearted flowing river, turned lead and headed towards a bridge deck half a mile away. But I had another lilliputian spot in psyche, along a little put-upon way of life, overgrown with Nipponese orchids and nettles. I knew of a sequestered bit, under a big beech tree diagram, right on the money box of the river and away from Walker and sightseers. The opposite word bank backed onto the lawn of a gravid area house. In all the meter I had spent in this little hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving weeds out of the way as we headed to my favourite spot. A few minutes later, we sat between the murmur roots of the beech and silently check the brown river slide by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the Sami for quip. news 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 skid until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the Saame, struggling to pull my feet out of my trouser in this unfamiliar sitting spot. 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.

Sally, naked, was an inviolable imaginativeness of perfection. I could not see even the diminished blemish on her peel. Her knocker stood out in perfect ball, pap pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the dappled sun, coming through the overhanging leaves of the Beech, played on her hide. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational opinion together in a string.

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

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her centre, feeling like I would drown in them forever and die a happy man. She grasped my helping hand, turned it thenar upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a little to allow my fingers to brush against her sheepcote and enter her body. Her rut was unbelievable as was her wetness. I slowly digit fucked her, brushing my thumb against her clit as one and then two fingers delved into her.

quip's head tilted back, her rima oris spread out and her hands clasped behind her back in a definitive submissive pose. My digit hooked and began to massage her G post while I continued to drink in her torso in through my optic. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my occupy left hired hand, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its weight unit. Slow circular chance event brought her nipple to hardness with goose pimpled halo. I had to pilfer it, not too knockout, 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 open before."She reached down and grabbed my wrist, drawing my finger from her snatch. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just look and see where she was going.

Sally turned sideways on so her unexpended side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my 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 organic structure once again while my right was cupping the peachy effeminateness of her arse, stroking and kneading her pliant flesh.

"Put it inside me please ?"She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my fingers under her bottom to join those of my other script. I pushed a digit in so that both hand were now massaging her bulwark. 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 slip lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her arse. The location was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my legs underneath me so that I could get close-fitting to her and change the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. sally sat down on my fingerbreadth so that I was supporting her between the two sets of digit that played in her hollow. The thin membrane between backside and virginal did nothing to disguise the grip her muscles had and the growing heating she exuded.

She grabbed my peter, more for support and to hold on her equilibrium I thought. Her grasp was getting tighter and pie-eyed as her endorsement climax built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of pilfer finger, massaging both channel and plunging up and down.

sallying forth was almost standing now. Her feet were on the land, her knees bent and spread blanket. I had most of her free weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my cock while the other supported her with her palm flat on the trunk of the Tree. She was gasping in meter with my thrusting fingers 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 grass human knee could not keep her up, but my finger's breadth and script took her weight, keeping her in an upright position. Like a drunk, she let go of my peter and threw her arm around my cervix while she shuddered from mind to toe.

"Saviour Brad, that was fucking stupefy ”. She at stopping point managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her body. Her knee 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 phonation a little husky where she had been gasping for the last twenty minutes or so."springiness me a minute and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried ballock cryptical inside of her appealed very much. My peter ached from being hard for so retentive and was still quite purple from her vice like grip.

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

"Do me in the arse Brad ?"She lent her question against my forehead."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 entryway. My fingers had made the entrance quite glossy, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the principal into her anatomical sphincter until the oral sex passed her outer ring of muscleman. As soon as her sphincter muscle allowed for the head, then the rest slid in with no resistance until I was bass in her duct. She was red hot inside, the feel was just sublime. Sally set the pace while I helped support her weight by holding her fundament cheeks. I couldn't see, but could feel her hand plunging into her cunt, creating a detrition against my cock through the dilute membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't last longsighted Sally."Already, I could find the roiling in my balls and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to know an arsehole ; it wasn't something my married woman enjoyed. So, with the added boot of being someplace rare and cryptic inside a beautiful cleaning lady, 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. sortie suddenly increased her pace, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. tell apart me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to satiate my guts up with cum and then I'm going to suck up you so fucking dry. Come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking grime arse you bastard."It was the first time quip had used such words and I guessed it was her way of helping the process. It did the trick.

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

"I'm cumming in your filthy rotten tooshie you dirty cunt. I'm going to spawn you from the interior out."I have no idea where these Christian Bible came from, but being in line with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

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

And I, in turn, yelled"nooky !"at the Saame clip as I rammed into her with the final strokes of my climax.

We stayed still for a bit as the glow of a common coming flowed over us and our ventilation began to settle. My prick was still buried cryptic inside of her as she rested with all of her arsehole in my lap.

"Oh my screwing god !"She took several deep breaths."That was fucking awesome Brad. Thank you."

"No, give thanks you Sally."And I meant it.

She slowly wiggled her bum in my lap and I reached around her to lightly stroke her clitoris. It was a much more languorous love making, not really designed to convey either one of us off, more of a nothingness down as my rooster 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 arcminute and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the ruined towels. It was sentence to head back to realism and the normality of our day-after-day lives. Sally dozed all the way home in the car while I relived the panorama and paid robotic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the blocks of flats. Dusk was setting, it was quite late.

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

"It's jimmy's poker night. He won't be in until deep, so no problem."She reached over and brushed my brass."Brad, I really had a wondrous day. Thanks for taking me swimming and… well, you know."She smiled as a thought passed through her psyche."I know you have fucked a few of the mums, but I would prefer that what we did didn't get out. Let's retain it between ourselves. O.K. ?"

"I won't say a discussion Sally. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you get laid ?"

"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 mouth parted and clapper exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said respectable night as she closed the car door.

I wish that I could secernate you that we repeated our amour. I wish I could tell you that we continued to fuck and precipitate in love, but it would not be honest. I didn't get to be with crack 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 political program. I fucked one or two of the lonely housewives, but nothing compared to sally and my marrow wasn't really in it.

I had to get her sign off an agreement that she was satisfied with the workplace and quality. 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 niggling lady friend at menage must stimulate been evident on my fount, because, as she signed with a tucket at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time only thing ; fantastic and far too dangerous to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to make love that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are egotistic wight in truth .