This is largely a true news report. Obviously, the name calling have changed to spare any superfluity, but otherwise, this is how my summer of 2000 was spent. I will never forget it. It does start a bit decelerate, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


summertime 2000



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

"howdy ?"I said a second after hitting the green answer button.

"how-do-you-do Brad, its Lucy here, I have Mr. Ash on the line for you. Just putting you through."The crinkle went quiet for a moment.

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

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

To top it all, no trench backing had been put in station and spud was asking for a ravel so he could get down to the tush to recall his hard hat. The machine was probably to tumble into the trench and probably bury white potato at the like time.

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

To cut a long narration short, I stopped the job on health and safety grounds. rupture 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 primer 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 eff 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 fury. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for what went on on-site and I had no intent of being jailed because of some stupid actions of a crazy Irishman and a mental synthesis managing director, too indolent or stupe 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 add up into the office, today, if you would. Your caller 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 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 minute ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three months probation had just turned into six week. 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 good afternoon, stepping from my Gerald Rudolph Ford Focus, I found the site I was to run. Two heavy blocks of brick built mixer housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick answer to the caparison deficit caused by the bombardment of London. The flatcar ( apartments ) were stacked on top of each early with a shared balcony connecting each front door and a concrete staircase at each end. They were hideous and depressing to look at.

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

Each of the apartment was to take in new UPVC double glazed windows, a new front door, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished privy and a new warming and hot water system. This was to modernise the keep conditions of the flats and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The thing was though ; each flat tire was occupied and would be, all the way through the political program. The upthrow to their day-after-day life sentence was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two managing director and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the force on their customers.

I knew I was in for a rough ride and asked Mr. Ash a few days later, if this was a punishment. He laughed and then told me it needed soul with orchis 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 24-hour interval to get myself sorted and to see the level of works in each flat. Some were having Thomas More works than others and it really came down to my judgement of the existing conditions for the domicile. It meant that I had to bring down every menage to study each room and form a specification and schedule of works. That was when the fun began.

I can not remember exactly, the job was completed many years ago now, but I suppose it must make been about three calendar week into it. I visited a flat on the fourthly flooring, having made an appointment.

The cleaning lady answered the doorbell in her neglige and slipper which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the dawn, a bit later to be undressed. Especially as she would let had to be up for her children, take them to schooling, course them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and develop form for versatile rooms.

This small woman, just less than five understructure with mousey hair's-breadth and a minor frame, offered me burnt umber, which she put on the table in the keep way. The survey its self took no more than fifteen bit. I was ready for the deep brown and sat in her living room to talk her through the program and what to expect. I asked if she had any enquiry at the end of my prepared speech.

"Any prospect I can prefer the tiles in the bathroom ?"She asked, her head cocked to one face and an puzzling smile on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond white. She sat diametrical me in an armchair and damn ! Her smile grew wider and her wooden leg parted to demonstrate she had no underwear on. I had a covered stand survey of her snatch.

"So no luck of a nice Christ Within blue then ?"

I don't recollect what I said, but in fairly agile order she was on my lap, my script buried up her golf hole and her natural language down my pharynx. Man ! But could she worm. She smelled wild ; her fragrance was subtle and intoxicating. The peignoir was discarded and her tits, even after accouchement, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and blotto and all in all, a nifty software system and willing to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her willing trunk, our juice squishing merrily at the rhythmical onslaught. I don't sleep with how foresighted it lasted, but I do commend blasting a monolithic burden into her guts and then, her saying we could not allow me to impart smell of sex. This crazy woman sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, passing sex was not something I was overly familiar with. Not through naiveness, but to a greater extent a lack of opportunity ; How that was to change over the succeeding twelve calendar month.

Men may cerebrate they have the mogul, not so. The female of the species has the tools to puddle a fully grown man beg, cringe or turn enslaved, all for the want of bitch. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Jesse Jackson on the third storey of block one showed me just how easily men would snap at opportunity. My survey assignment took me less than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the motivation of each flat tire. She was smutty. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical stress. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the common ‘ big booty'favoured by African women. Mrs Glenda Jackson was tall, around six metrical unit and slender as a rake handle.

Memory fades what her particular want in coition to the dwelling raise was, but I do call up how pink and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my dick. Her drear eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her willing mouth. I thought it would never lay off. She had my whole length in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the blistering back talk I had every come across, or cum down as a matter of fact. Her nozzle was squashed against me so that every available in was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her spit massaged my rooster and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to feel a few Thomas More mm to stuff 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 pitch-dark woman before. Any prejudice I might birth carried was blown away by her skillful throat action.

After her, any char was evenhandedly game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a option of semblance for her front door. Simple adequate and just a matter of juggling the pallette of specified choices.

I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden commode, explaining the process she and her phratry were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her lav was totalled. Sally kept her flat very fair and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the prominent units with three chamber. Her categorical had the vantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the swing park.

We were on a tertiary week of a super hot June, when even breathing was a trial run. Instead of my usual suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, subject neck shirt and slacks. Sally had a pair of smart as a whip white hot-pants on and a gingham photographic print blouse, open at the social movement and tied under her titty exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the need for her to pack clobber up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest cleaning woman in the whole complex. Sally had her obscure blond whisker tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long neck opening before the pinch of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the 10000 of vena and arterial blood vessel just under her clear skin and wanted zero more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one fry, but was hoping for more. Her little daughter was about to lead off in primary school day, but was having a holiday with her Gran in Sussex for a few hebdomad. Hubby was a delivery driver for a dick hire party. He didn't make a great 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 tit that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any well-fixed for me to neglect those partially hidden delights when she sat at the mesa opposite me and lent forward.

sortie was slender. Not flimsy in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be spare. Seeing her divulge stomach showed that she had absolutely no excess fat and the solar flare of her coxa was just perfect. She had made her eyes up with a little color on the speed lid and perhaps a little gloss to her brim. Those lips that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must cause 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 rationalise 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 fuck to this gorgeous cleaning lady and for her to bring back the passion. My mind's eye had her naked and trembling in my handwriting while my mouth went to forge 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 quizzical for a here and now, and then smiled as the estimation appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

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

It was insaneness of course of study. A vestal moment of irrationality, but immediately an appealing idea in the heating plant 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 stead was rammed, heaving with trunk, all trying to get cool and get a bit of personal space in which to put their towel. Of track, I didn't have one with me, but Sally had thought of that and brought two bath towels which, as she found me when she left the changing room, were doing a damned exquisitely job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun bed at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really skilful look at her bod. She was as near to my musical theme of perfection as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the lustfulness running amok in my mineral vein. Her boxershorts curved into the scissure of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to jump in the pee and thankfully ; the coldness shrank the stiffness of my dick into a manageable experimental condition.

sallying forth swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her joke was tinkling and a joy to hear. The delight of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful cheek. I guess I realised that I was in peril of falling in erotic love with this delightful animate being, but somehow, I didn't maintenance. 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 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 gloriole was plain to see. The two-piece she wore was Andrew Dickson White, but at that here and now, 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 bare 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 elbow 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 take the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James II, why not point the car in a way and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope articulation, posh and naught like her normal actor's line normal with its London accent. We giggled like minor as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a sure space where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing lazy circles through my quagmire and inching ever so slowly towards my fork. My cock was deflect double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to comfort the discomfort without giving the biz away, but sally was on top of that.

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

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

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my poor shaft 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 divergence. crack was on a mission to evacuate 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 lieu. I had taken her to my favourite dapple in the unscathed world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my tenderness's true home. I loved this place and sleep together every column inch of the River over a five mil stretch as it meandered around the groundwork of Box Hill.

nearly everyone, who braved the precarious hybridization of the hexangular blocks of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the loyal flow river, turned go away and headed towards a span one-half a sea mile away. But I had another little smirch in thinker, along a piffling used route, overgrown with Nipponese orchids and nettles. I knew of a secluded billet, under a big beech tree, right on the bank of the river and away from Zimmer frame and sightseers. The opposite cant backed onto the lawn of a large country house. In all the time I had spent in this little 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 dearie spot. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled roots of the beech and silently check the brownness river coast by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the same for sortie. Words 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 defenseless. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to rip my feet 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 right-down sight of perfection. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her skin. Her breasts stood out in everlasting globe, mamilla pronounced at the exemption they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her beauty and the way the dappled sunlight, coming through the overhanging leaves of the beechwood, played on her skin. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two noetic opinion together in a string.

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

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a glad man. She grasped my hand, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a piddling to allow my finger's breadth to brush against her folds and enter her trunk. Her heat was unbelievable as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my pollex against her clitoris as one and then two finger's breadth delved into her.

crack's head tilted back, her mouth open and her paw clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingers hooked and began to massage her G spot while I continued to drink her torso in through my eyes. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a beatnik with my busy left hand, I caressed her tit, cupping it as if taking its free weight. slacken circular diagonal brought her nipple to hardness with goof pimpled aureoles. I had to purloin it, not too hard, just enough to institute 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 seize my wrist joint, drawing my fingers from her slit. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just await and see where she was going.

quip turned sideways on so her unexpended side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my script and again, guided it to her mound. She slant forward a picayune and gasped,"Use the other hand."

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

"Put it inside me delight ?"She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my fingerbreadth under her hind end to join those of my former paw. I pushed a finger in so that both hands were now massaging her wall. 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 slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her arse. The place was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to convey 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. Sally sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two solidifying of digits that played in her fix. The tenuous tissue layer between rump and virginal did zippo to disguise the handle her muscles had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more than for support and to continue her balance I thought. Her clutch was getting stringent and tighter as her second orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of hooked fingers, massaging both canals and plunging up and down.

wisecrack was almost standing now. Her foundation were on the flat coat, her knees bent and spread wide. I had virtually of her free weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one manus gripping my cock while the former supported her with her ribbon flat on the trunk of the Tree. She was gasping in sentence with my thrusting digit 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-grass knees could not keep her up, but my fingers and hand took her weight, keeping her in an just position. Like a drunk, 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 astound ”. She at last managed to say as my finger 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 voice a little husky where she had been gasping for the utmost twenty bit or so."give me a minute and then it is your turn.

The thought process of being buried balls deep inside of her appealed very much. My prick ached from being hard for so foresighted and was still quite purple from her vice like grip.

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

"Do me in the asshole Brad ?"She lent her head 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 dick to manoeuvre it into her hindquarters entranceway. My fingers had made the entrance quite sleek down, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the straits into her sphincter until the header passed her outer ring of muscle. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the rest slid in with no resistance until I was recondite in her canal. She was red hot inside, the smell was just empyrean. Sally set the pace while I helped indorse her weightiness by holding her butt cheek. I couldn't see, but could find her script plunging into her cunt, creating a friction against my cock through the lean membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't cobbler's last hanker 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 hump an arsehole ; it wasn't something my married woman enjoyed. So, with the supply shudder of being someplace rare and deep 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."Are you going to cum in my bum ?"

"Yeah."I managed to heave. Sally suddenly increased her pace, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her finger's breadth into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. tell apart me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to fill my guts up with cum and then I'm going to suck up you so fucking dry. follow on you cunt. Cum in my fucking grime hindquarters you bastard."It was the maiden time Sally had used such nomenclature 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 filthy stinking tooshie you dirty cunt. I'm going to breed you from the inside out."I have no estimate where these words came from, but being in melody with her, knew that she would bask them.

"Argh."She yelled as my shaft exploded, sending congius of pent up nerve, deep into her colon.

And I, in routine, yelled"Fuck !"at the Same clock time as I rammed into her with the concluding throw of my coming.

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a mutual orgasm flowed over us and our breathing began to finalise. My shaft was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her nates in my lap.

"Oh my piece of ass god !"She took several deep breather."That was fucking awesome Brad. Thank you."

"No, thank you Sally."And I meant it.

She slowly wiggled her bum in my lap and I reached around her to lightly stroke her clit. It was a much more languorous love making, not really designed to bring either one of us off, more of a wind down as my putz softened inside of her. I could not consider of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those woozy heights.

After a few mo and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the destroy towels. It was sentence to point back to world and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way menage in the car while I relived the scene and paid automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the city block of flat. Dusk was setting, it was quite late.

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

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

"I won't say a word sally. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you roll in the hay ?"

"We ladies like to gossip."Her grin 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 upright Nox as she closed the car threshold.

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could distinguish you that we continued to get laid and fall in dearest, but it would not be true. I didn't get to be with sallying forth 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 program. I fucked one or two of the lonely housewife, but zippo compared to sally and my sum wasn't really in it.

I had to get her star sign off an agreement that she was satisfied with the work 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 little little girl at home must have been patent on my side, because, as she signed with a tucket at the bottom of the papers, she said that it was a one-time only matter ; fantastic and far too grave to bear been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to recognize that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are bootless animal in Sojourner Truth .