This is largely a true write up. Obviously, the figure have changed to save any superfluity, but otherwise, this is how my summertime of 2000 was spent. I will never forget it. It does start a bit slow, but I had to set the scenery 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 recognised turn, perhaps even the caller's figure. The screen told me it was the office calling.

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

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

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

Things had gone bad when I returned to work out on the twist of a new annex to a primary school. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 36o grade digger sitting astride a three-meter mysterious trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no oceanic abyss funding had been put in place and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the bottom to recollect his severe hat. The machine was probable to tumble into the trench and probably bury spud at the same time.

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

To cut a long story short, I stopped the job on wellness and safe priming coat. Tore a strip off the Construction handler who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to bump 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 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 rationality for my calling a check to the madness. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for what went on on-site and I had no intention of being jailed because of some dullard actions of a gaga Irishman and a Construction managing director, too lazy or pudden-head to see what was wrong.

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

"… I want you to descend into the office, today, if you would. Your troupe 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 projection 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 land site Managers who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the hour ? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

I was flabbergasted ; three calendar month probation had just turned into six weeks. I guess stopping the job had been the right affair to do and I was getting a gracious shiny car to boot. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford nidus, I found the land site I was to run. Two turgid stoppage of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick answer to the housing dearth caused by the bombardment of London. The flatcar ( apartment ) were stacked on top of each early with a shared balcony connecting each presence door and a concrete staircase at each end. They were repulsive and depressing to bet at.

The situation chemical compound didn't thrill me too a lot either. Three converted blade containers formed the site-office ; stores and an admin hut all encompassed with sword, mesh fence. It didn't tone promising and I soon found out the extent that the two premature Managers had made a mountain of things.

Each of the apartment was to have new UPVC double over glazed window, a new front door, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbish can and a new warming and hot water organization. This was to modernise the livelihood conditions of the flats and make for them up to an satisfactory European standard.

The thing was though ; each flat was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upheaval to their daily liveliness was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers and the Council, who was the guest, 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 hours later, if this was a penalty. 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 religion in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few years to get myself sorted and to understand the degree of workplace in each flat tire. Some were having more works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing shape for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every menage to sketch each room and form a specification and agenda of piece of work. That was when the fun began.

I can not recollect exactly, the job was completed many years ago now, but I suppose it must accept been about three workweek into it. I visited a flat on the quartern base, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the bell in her housecoat and slippers which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the good morning, a bit lately to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her children, take them to school, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to participate with my clipboard and prepared forms for versatile rooms.

This minor woman, just to a lesser extent than five metrical foot with mousey hair and a belittled frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the board in the livelihood room. The study its self took no more than XV minutes. I was make for the coffee and sat in her sustenance elbow room to lecture her through the political program and what to ask. I asked if she had any motion at the end of my organize speech.

"Any opportunity I can choose the tiles in the bathroom ?"She asked, her header cocked to one face and an enigmatic smile on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond white. She sat opposite word me in an armchair and damn ! Her grin grew wider and her wooden leg parted to designate she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand purview of her snatch.

"So no chance of a nice Light Within blue then ?"

I don't think of what I said, but in fairly prompt orderliness she was on my lap, my hand buried up her maw and her tongue down my throat. Man ! But could she wriggle. She smelled terrific ; her scent was insidious and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her bosom, even after vaginal birth, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her venter was nice and tight and all in all, a neat bundle and willing to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her leave soundbox, our juices squishing merrily at the rhythmical barrage. I don't know how long it lasted, but I do call back blasting a monumental load into her guts and then, her saying we could not take into account me to forget smelling of sex. This crazy woman sucked off all of our essences.

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

Until this job, casual sex was not something I was overly conversant with. Not through naivety, but More a deficiency of opportunity ; How that was to change over the following twelve months.

Men may think they have the power, not so. The female of the specie has the tools to make a uprise man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of cunt. We are such sad bastards really.

A misses Helen Hunt Jackson on the third floor of cylinder block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My survey appointment took me less than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the pauperization of each flat. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical dialect. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘ big booty'favoured by African women. Mrs Stonewall Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a blood handle.

remembering fades what her particular neediness in relation to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do commend how tap and hot her lip 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 stop. She had my altogether length in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the hottest mouth I had every come across, or cum down as a matter of fact. Her olfactory organ was squashed against me so that every available inch was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her natural language massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to observe a few Sir Thomas More millimetres to shove down her red hot esophagus. She showed no house of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that tasting of man juice. I had never thought about having a ignominious woman before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her expert throat action.

After her, any char was fair game.

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of people of colour for her social movement doorway. simple plenty and just a issue of juggling the palette of specified choices.

I sat at her kitchen mesa on a wooden stool, explaining the process she and her family were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her bathroom was totalled. Sally kept her 2-dimensional very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the gravid units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the swing park.

We were on a third base 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, out-of-doors neck shirt and drop-off. wisecrack had a pair of brilliant gabardine hot-pants on and a gingham mark blouse, open at the movement and tied under her breasts exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the motivation for her to tamp poppycock up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest fair sex in the whole composite. Sally had her obscure blonde 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 vista. I could see the 10000 of veins and arteria just under her clear skin and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one small fry, but was hoping for more. Her lilliputian daughter was about to set off in primary school, but was having a holiday with her Gran in Sussex for a few weeks. Hubby was a deliverance driver for a prick hire company. He didn't make a bang-up wage, 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 breasts that showed between the initiative of the garment. She didn't make it any easier for me to disregard those partially obliterate delights when she sat at the tabular array opposite me and lent forward.

sallying forth was slender. Not reduce in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be trig. Seeing her bring out tum showed that she had absolutely no extra fat and the flare pass of her hips was just perfect tense. She had made her oculus up with a little colour on the upper lid and perhaps a little gloss to her sass. Those lips that were working at forming countersign, but were saying to my sub-conscious, osculate me.

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

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

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

She looked quizzical for a moment, and then smiled as the theme appealed.

"Yeah, why not ?"

We arranged to meet in ten min. I needed to set my team up for the afternoon and justify myself for the remainder of the day. In platter meter, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running by the time she came down the stairs.

It was lyssa of course. A pure 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 property was rammed, heaving with consistence, all trying to get coolheaded and find a bit of personal space in which to put their towel. Of row, 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 fine job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun bed at the late end with a bit of specter from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good look at her form. She was as near to my idea of perfection as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the luxuria running amok in my vena. Her short circuit curved into the crack of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in footstep. I was mesmerised.

I had to jump in the urine and thankfully ; the coldness shrank the severity of my dick into a manageable stipulation.

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 take heed. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful grimace. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in love with this delicious creature, but somehow, I didn't caution. I just wanted her company and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

sallying forth's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pool. As she dried her hair the scheme 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 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 unsubdivided 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 room while I went to the men's locker room.

Ten minutes later, we were sat in the car with the locomotive running and the air-conditioning at full eruption to take the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady ?"I asked smiling.

"James, why not sharpen the car in a direction and see where it leads ?"She said this in a Lady Penelope voice, posh and nothing like her rule address radiation pattern with its Jack London accent. We giggled similar nestling as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a sealed shoes where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing lazy traffic circle through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My putz was bent-grass duplicate and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to facilitate the discomfort without giving the game away, but wisecrack was on top of that.

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

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

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my misfortunate tool 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 divergence. sally was on a delegacy to empty my balls and discharge 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 true place. I had taken her to my deary post in the entirely worldly concern, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my essence's true home. I loved this topographic point and knew every inch of the River over a five mile stretch as it meandered around the foot of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the precarious intersection of the hexagonal blocks of concrete, spaced at about a tempo across the fast flowing river, turned remaining and headed towards a bridge half a mile away. But I had another lilliputian fleck in brain, along a footling ill-used path, overgrown with Japanese orchids and nettles. I knew of a secluded spot, under a big beech tree, right on the bank of the river and away from Alice Walker and sightseers. The contrary bank backed onto the lawn of a orotund country house. In all the clip 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 bit. A few min later, we sat between the mutter roots of the beech and silently watch the brown river slideway by.

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

She undid the one push button of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were future, slipping them over her espadrille shoe until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to take out 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.

sallying forth, naked, was an absolute visual modality of perfection. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her skin. Her breasts stood out in utter orbs, nipples pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her, marvelling at her sweetheart 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 rational thoughts together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for fuck's saki, 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 drown in them forever and die a well-chosen man. She grasped my paw, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a lilliputian to allow my fingers to sweep against her faithful and enter her body. Her heat was unbelievable as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my thumb against her button as one and then two fingers delved into her.

Sally's headway tilted back, her backtalk open and her hands clasped behind her back in a Graeco-Roman submissive affectation. My digit hooked and began to rub down her G smudge while I continued to drink her trunk in through my eyes. Her mamilla just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my busy unexpended hand, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its weight. Slow circular stroking brought her pap to hardness with goose pimpled aureoles. I had to pinch it, not too operose, just enough to bring a gasp from between her separate lips.

Sally shuddered and gasped as she came over my fingers.

"Oh my god."She sighed,"I've never done it in the unfastened before."She reached down and snaffle my carpus, drawing my fingers from her catch. 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 slope was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her hummock. She list forward a petty and gasped,"Use the other hand."

My left was entering her soundbox once again while my right was cupping the peachy softness of her arse, stroking and kneading her pliant flesh.

"Put it inside me delight ?"She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my fingerbreadth under her bottom to join those of my other hand. I pushed a digit in so that both hands 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 slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her arse. The post was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my branch underneath me so that I could get near to her and vary the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. Sally sat down on my finger's breadth so that I was supporting her between the two sets of digits that played in her holes. The sparse membrane between arse and virginal did nothing to mask the grip her muscles had and the growing hotness she exuded.

She grabbed my cock, more for support and to keep her equalizer I thought. Her grasp was getting blind drunk and tighter as her endorse coming built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of fleece fingers, massaging both canals and plunging up and down.

Sally was almost standing now. Her feet were on the primer coat, her knees bent and spread astray. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one manus gripping my cock while the other supported her with her palm flat on the luggage compartment of the tree. She was gasping in time with my thrusting fingers 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 set knees could not hold her up, but my fingers and hands took her system of weights, keeping her in an upright status. Like a drunk, she let go of my tool and threw her arm around my cervix while she shuddered from foreland to toe.

"Jesus Christ Brad, that was fucking amazing ”. She at utmost managed to say as my finger 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 voice a slight husky where she had been gasping for the net XX transactions or so."Give me a minute and then it is your turn.

The sentiment of being buried balls bass inside of her appealed very much. My cock ached from being hard for so foresighted and was still quite regal from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice."I nuzzled her cervix and cupped a boob, savouring her musk and the softness of her skin. The cerebration that I would enjoy 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 arse 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 dick to manoeuver it into her rear entree. My fingers had made the entrance quite slick, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the oral sex into her sphincter until the head passed her outer ringing of muscularity. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the quietus slid in with no ohmic resistance until I was abstruse in her canal. She was red hot inside, the touch was just rarefied. Sally set the paced while I helped fend for her exercising weight by holding her stooge buttock. I couldn't see, but could experience her hand plunging into her cunt, creating a friction against my tool through the thin membrane of her two hole, both stuffed full.

"I won't last foresightful Sally."Already, I could palpate the roiling in my egg and my stopcock was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to fuck an arsehole ; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the sum up bang of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful cleaning woman, my Ball 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 puff. wisecrack suddenly increased her pace, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her digit into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. Tell 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 you so fucking dry. Come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking sordid arse you bastard."It was the first of all clock time Sally had used such language and I guessed it was her way of helping the process. It did the trick.

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

"I'm cumming in your filthy lousy backside you dirty bitch. I'm going to spawn you from the inside out."I have no approximation where these words came from, but being in tune with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

"Argh."She yelled as my putz exploded, sending gallon of pent up heart, deep into her colon.

And I, in turn, yelled"piece of ass !"at the same clock time as I rammed into her with the last separatrix of my orgasm.

We stayed still for a import as the glow of a mutual orgasm flowed over us and our respiration began to settle. My cock was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my fucking god !"She took several mystifying hint."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 languorous love fashioning, not really designed to bring either one of us off, more of a wind down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not cogitate of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those featherbrained heights.

After a few second and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the bankrupt towels. It was time to head back to realism and the normalcy of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way household in the car while I relived the scene and paid automatic aid to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the blocks of flat. 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 anesthetic infirmary by now and going phrenetic at her being missing.

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

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

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

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could tell apart you that we continued to lie with and hang in making love, but it would not be avowedly. I didn't get to be with sallying forth again, but every metre I saw her, she would smile and often wink at me in conspirital knowledge.

The job continued, gradually catching up to program. I fucked one or two of the unfrequented housewives, but nothing compared to sally and my heart wasn't really in it.

I had to get her preindication off an agreement that she was satisfied with the work and lineament. I had an appointment and was really looking forward to having an chance to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her little female child at family must have been evident on my facial expression, because, as she signed with a flourish at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time merely thing ; marvelous and far too dangerous to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to have a go at it that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are vain animate being in verity .