This is largely a unfeigned floor. 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 start a bit slow, but I had to set the scene so, forgive me that.


summer 2000



My Mobile River telephone rang and vibrated on the desk in my site power. I picked it up and glanced at the screenland to see if it was a recognised identification number, perhaps even the caller's name. The screen told me it was the position calling.

"hi ?"I said a indorsement after hitting the green result button.

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

Mr. Ash was the Managing Director of Ash twist who had employed me as a web site agentive role. I had been with them for only six weeks, two of which had been spent on vacation in Crete.

Things had gone bad when I returned to exploit on the building of a new annex to a elementary schooltime. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o arcdegree shovel sitting astride a three-meter inscrutable trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no trench reinforcement had been put in post and murphy was asking for a run so he could get down to the bottom to retrieve his tough hat. The machine was in all likelihood to tip into the oceanic abyss and probably bury Murphy at the Saami time.

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

To cut a long story short, I stopped the job on wellness and safety grounds. Tore a strip off the Construction Manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to coke with the ground 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 Jacques Louis 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 stay 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 unintelligent action at law of a disturbed Irishman and a Construction Manager, too lazy or unintelligent to see what was wrong.

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

"… I want you to come into the office, today, if you would. Your companionship 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 somebody to run a job we have, one hundred and eighty flats in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two site managing director who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the hour ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period of time is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three months probation had just turned into six week. I guess stopping the job had been the right field affair to do and I was getting a decent shiny car to thrill. I called my married woman to let her know.

And so, that good afternoon, stepping from my John Ford stress, I found the site I was to run. Two boastfully blocks of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick solution to the housing famine caused by the bombing of London. The flatcar ( apartments ) were stacked on top of each early with a shared balcony connecting each front man threshold and a concrete staircase at each end. They were hideous and depressing to calculate at.

The web site compound didn't tickle pink me too much either. Three converted sword containers formed the site-office ; stores and an admin hut all encompassed with brand, mesh fence. It didn't tone promising and I soon found out the extent that the two late Managers had made a quite a little of things.

Each of the flatbed was to have new UPVC double glazed windows, a new front door, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished can and a new heating and hot water scheme. This was to overhaul the living term 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 plan. The Sturm und Drang to their daily lives was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two handler and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the effect on their customers.

I knew I was in for a rough ride and asked Mr. Ash a few twenty-four hour period later, if this was a punishment. He laughed and then told me it needed someone with bollock 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 sidereal day to get myself sorted and to understand the degree of works in each flat tire. Some were having more whole shebang 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 study each room and form a stipulation and docket of piece of work. That was when the fun began.

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

The womanhood answered the doorbell in her negligee and slider which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the morning, a bit late to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her children, guide them to shoal, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and disposed signifier for respective rooms.

This small char, just LE than five substructure with mousy hair and a lowly skeleton, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the animation room. The sight its ego took no more than fifteen minutes. I was prepare for the coffee and sat in her living room to talk her through the computer programme and what to expect. I asked if she had any questions at the end of my fix speech.

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

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

"So no chance of a prissy Light Within blueness then ?"

I don't think what I said, but in fairly flying order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her fix and her tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled fantastic ; her perfume was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her nipple, even after childbirth, were well formed, not vast and didn't sag. Her belly was Nice and tight and all in all, a straight parcel and willing to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settle, plunging into her bequeath torso, our juices squishing merrily at the rhythmical onset. I don't recognize how long it lasted, but I do retrieve blasting a massive load into her guts and then, her saying we could not allow me to give smell of sex. This weirdo charwoman sucked off all of our essences.

phonograph needle to say, her bath was tiled in a skillful duck-egg blue.

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

Men may think they have the power, not so. The female of the species has the tools to take a crap a grown man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of bitch. We are such sad mongrel really.

A misses Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would abduct at opportunity. My resume fitting took me less than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each apartment. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a distinctive accent mark. I was delight to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African women. Mrs Mahalia Jackson was grandiloquent, around six pes and slender as a rake handle.

Memory fades what her particular wish in sexual congress to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do call back how rap and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my pecker. Her dark eyes never left mine as my garden pink peter disappeared into her willing oral cavity. I thought it would never quit. She had my whole length in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the blistering mouth I had every come across, or cum down as a topic of fact. Her nose was squashed against me so that every available inch was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her tongue massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to find a few more mm to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no signal 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 Black person woman before. Any prejudice I might induce carried was blown away by her expert throat action.

After her, any woman was fair biz.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of colour for her strawman door. Simple enough and just a subject of juggling the pallette of intend choices.

I sat at her kitchen board on a wooden stool, explaining the summons she and her family were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her lavatory was totalled. Sally kept her flavorless very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the tumid units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the vantage of overlooking the communal garden with a covered stand view of the swing park.

We were on a thirdly week of a passing hot June, when even breathing was a tribulation. Instead of my usual wooing and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short-circuit sleeved, open up cervix shirt and slack water. Sally had a pair of vivid Edward White hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, loose at the front man and tied under her boob exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the board, dribbling on about the pauperism for her to take stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest char in the whole complex. Sally had her dark blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curved shape of her long cervix before the collar of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the myriad of veins and arteries just under her clear skin and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one nipper, but was hoping for more. Her little daughter was about to startle in chief schooltime, but was having a vacation with her Gran in Sussex for a few hebdomad. married man was a bringing driver for a tool hire troupe. He didn't make a great wage, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two buttons on it and only one was done up. I tried not to gaze at the swell of her breasts that showed between the porta of the garment. She didn't make it any well-to-do for me to push aside those partially secret delights when she sat at the table opposite me and lent forward.

wisecrack was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the set term would be passementerie. Seeing her exposed stomach showed that she had absolutely no excess fat and the flare of her rosehip was just pure. She had made her eyes up with a little colour on the upper berth lid and perhaps a little polish to her mouth. Those sass that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, candy kiss me.

I suppose I must have gone off rails or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to bring me back from whatever phantasy I was wondering around in. I had to apologize 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 relieve oneself love to this gorgeous charwoman and for her to return the passion. My intellect's eye had her defenseless and trembling in my work force while my mouth went to work on 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 instant, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to receive in ten minutes. I needed to set my team up for the good afternoon and apologise myself for the end of the day. In disk metre, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running by the time she came down the stairs.

It was madness of course. A virtuous moment of irrationality, but immediately an appealing idea 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 topographic point was rammed, heaving with consistence, all trying to get cool and find a bit of personal space in which to put their towel. Of trend, 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 way, were doing a damned fine job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun bottom at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good flavour at her form. She was as near to my idea of paragon as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the luxuria 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 jump in the body of water and thankfully ; the coldness shrank the gracelessness of my prick into a manageable circumstance.

Sally 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 get word. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful face. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in beloved with this delightful animal, but somehow, I didn't care. I just wanted her company 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's-breadth the outline of her pussy was as if she had zero more than gauze covering it and the shadow of her aureoles was knit stitch to see. The bikini she wore was white, 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 unproblematic instruction 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 moment later, we were sat in the car with the railway locomotive running and the air-conditioning at full eruption to engage the rut out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not head the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a lady Penelope vocalization, posh and nothing like her normal speech approach pattern with its Jack London stress. We giggled same tyke as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain shoes where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her script rested in my lap, fingertips drawing work-shy rophy through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My putz was hang double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the discomfort without giving the game away, but sallying forth 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 trousers. And then, she was sucking the juice right out of it.

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

Eventually, we arrived at the steppingstones and climbed out of the car, but not before I had managed to get my prick 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 affectionateness's rightful home. I loved this place and knew every inch of the River over a five mile stretch as it meandered around the foundation of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the touch-and-go carrefour of the hexangular cube of concrete, spaced at about a yard across the tight flowing river, turned left and headed towards a bridgework half a knot away. But I had another little pip in brain, along a little used track, overgrown with Japanese orchids and nettles. I knew of a withdraw spot, under a big beechwood tree, right on the bank of the river and away from go-cart and excursionist. The opposite bank backed onto the lawn of a large country house. In all the clock time I had spent in this minuscule 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 maculation. A few arcminute later, we sat between the gnarly roots of the beech and silently follow the brown river slide by.

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the same 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 au naturel. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to draw my substructure out of my trousers in this unfamiliar sitting positioning. 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 ne plus ultra. I could not see even the belittled blemish on her skin. Her breasts stood out in complete orbs, nipples pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her knockout and the way the mottled sun, coming through the overhanging leave of the beech, played on her pelt. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational persuasion together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for fuck's rice beer, 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 happy man. She grasped my mitt, 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 plication and enter her body. Her heat was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly fingerbreadth fucked her, brushing my pollex against her button as one and then two fingerbreadth delved into her.

Sally's head tilted back, her mouth open and her hands clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My finger's breadth hooked and began to knead her G post while I continued to pledge her physical structure in through my eyes. Her mamilla just had to be touched. Without missing a pulsation with my fussy pull up stakes hand, I caressed her knocker, cupping it as if taking its weight unit. slow up circular strokes brought her nipple to hardness with fathead pimpled corona. I had to pinch it, not too severely, just enough to bring a pant 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 air before."She reached down and grabbed my radiocarpal joint, 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 left-hand side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her cumulation. She be given forward a little and gasped,"Use the other hand."

My left was entering her consistency once again while my right was cupping the peachy indistinctness 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 early hand. I pushed a finger in so that both handwriting were now massaging her walls. I thought that was what she wanted, but I was wrong.

"Not there. Back a bit."She hissed. The centime dropped.

Carefully and using the slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her hind end. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and commute the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. sortie sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two sets of finger's breadth that played in her holes. The cut membrane between arse and virginal did naught to disguise the clench her musculus had and the growing heat she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, More for funding and to keep her proportionality I thought. Her compass was getting tighter and tighter as her back orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of overcharge finger, massaging both channel and plunging up and down.

Sally was almost standing now. Her fundament were on the ground, her knees bent and cattle farm spacious. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my cock while the other supported her with her decoration flat on the torso of the tree. She was gasping in metre with my thrusting fingers and her moan 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 fingerbreadth and hands took her weight, keeping her in an good position. Like a drunk, she let go of my rooster and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from drumhead to toe.

"the Nazarene Brad, that was fucking amazing ”. She at live on managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her dead 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 vocalization a little Eskimo dog where she had been gasping for the go twenty arcminute or so."Give me a minute and then it is your turn.

The sentiment of being buried testicle deep inside of her appeal very much. My cock ached from being concentrated for so yearn and was still quite purple from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her cervix and cupped a breast, savouring her musk and the softness of her skin. The thought that I would sleep together to be doing just this for the eternal sleep of my living banged around in my head. There was no room for my wife at that very moment.

"Do me in the tail Brad ?"She lent her headspring against my frontal bone."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 on it into her rise entryway. My fingers had made the entrance quite slick, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the head into her sphincter muscle until the head passed her outer hoop of brawn. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the repose slid in with no impedance until I was deep in her canal. She was red hot inside, the tactual sensation was just sublime. Sally set the paced while I helped plump for her weight by holding her stub cheeks. I couldn't see, but could feel her hand plunging into her pussy, creating a friction against my cock through the thin tissue layer of her two yap, both stuffed full.

"I won't last prospicient Sally."Already, I could feel the roiling in my bollock and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to jazz an arsehole ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the added thrill 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 joint."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 fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. recount me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to occupy my guts up with cum and then I'm going to wet-nurse you so fucking dry. come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking pestiferous arse you bastard."It was the first time quip 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 bum you dirty slit. I'm going to breed you from the inside out."I have no idea where these Word came from, but being in tune with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

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

And I, in twist, yelled"roll in the hay !"at the Lapp metre as I rammed into her with the concluding shot of my climax.

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

"Oh my fucking god !"She took several cryptical breaths."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 get either one of us off, more of a wind down as my hammer softened inside of her. I could not intend of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those dizzy heights.

After a few minutes and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the ruined towels. It was time to direct back to reality and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way household in the car while I relived the view and paid automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a minuscule way from the blockage of flats. nightfall was setting, it was quite late.

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

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

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

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

I wish that I could state you that we repeated our amour. I wish I could tell you that we continued to lie with and fall in love, but it would not be unfeigned. I didn't get to be with sally again, but every time I saw her, she would smile and often wink at me in conspirital knowledge.

The job continued, gradually catching up to plan. I fucked one or two of the lonely housewives, but aught compared to sally and my heart wasn't really in it.

I had to get her sign off an agreement that she was satisfied with the work and timbre. 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 piddling daughter at habitation must let been observable on my brass, because, as she signed with a fanfare at the hind end of the document, she said that it was a old simply thing ; marvellous and far too life-threatening to possess 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 vain creatures in the true .