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Sorry, no office. I worked construction for 16 years, and during that time I had a few experiences that I've never been able to forget. One time:
Sherri was a single mom, who was renting a house I was remodelling. Her daughter was 8, I think, and the apple of mom's eye. That is, until I realized her eye was roving my way. I was 27, I think...well-muscled and well-tanned, which in Florida is highly important, you know? My laborer and I were hanging around one afternoon after quitting time when she came out and offered us each a beer. We accepted, and this led to a few more.
Finally she asked my helper if he would mind taking her car, and running to get us some more beer. He happily accepted, and she told him to take the long way to the store, smiled, and winked at me. As soon as he left the driveway, she was in my arms, kissing me hotly and molding her little body to mine. I said, "let's go inside," and started to take my tool belt off, but she stopped me, and asked me to leave it on. Then she told me her daughter was asleep in her room, and took my hand. She led me to the back patio, where she began to strip her tank top off, as I watched.
Her breasts were small, but full, and the nipples were as hard as little pebbles. She danced for me a bit, rubbing and pulling on her own nipples, and then began to pull my t-shirt off. Once that was gone, she unzipped my jeans, and pulled them and my boxers down my legs to my construction boots. My tool belt she left on. She held my cock in her hand and softly stroked it as she told me how long it had been since she'd had something so big and beautiful, and licked her lips in anticipation.Then she went back to her own clothes, sliding her shorts down over her hips and stepping out of them.
She wore only a pair of tiny white boy-shorts now, and she came over to me and let me run my hands up and down her body, as she hunched herself against my erect cock. I wanted to lift her up and set her down on my member, impaling her right through those little panties, but she slipped to her knees first, and took me in her mouth.
She was good. Many times she brought me right to the brink, but she wouldn't let me come until she decided it was time. Finally, she looked up at me and told me she wanted me to fill her mouth with my seed, and went to work on me in a frenzy! She brought me off within a minute, and I blasted the biggest load I had ever loosed, down her throat. God, she was incredible!
Later, after I had regained my composure, and after we had each consumed another beer or two, I sent my helper home, and spent the next half-hour or so tending to her needs. When at last I mounted her on the kitchen table, her daughter decided it was time to wake up! She was off that table in a flash, and promptly sent me on my way.
For the next three or four weeks that I worked on that house, she avoided me like the plague, and eventually I left for another job. The last thing she ever said to me was, "thanks for the good times, that day. I really needed that!" I just smiled, and said, "no problem."
PizzerPepper said:Am I the only person?
Sorry, no office. I worked construction for 16 years, and during that time I had a few experiences that I've never been able to forget. One time:
Sherri was a single mom, who was renting a house I was remodelling. Her daughter was 8, I think, and the apple of mom's eye. That is, until I realized her eye was roving my way. I was 27, I think...well-muscled and well-tanned, which in Florida is highly important, you know? My laborer and I were hanging around one afternoon after quitting time when she came out and offered us each a beer. We accepted, and this led to a few more.
Finally she asked my helper if he would mind taking her car, and running to get us some more beer. He happily accepted, and she told him to take the long way to the store, smiled, and winked at me. As soon as he left the driveway, she was in my arms, kissing me hotly and molding her little body to mine. I said, "let's go inside," and started to take my tool belt off, but she stopped me, and asked me to leave it on. Then she told me her daughter was asleep in her room, and took my hand. She led me to the back patio, where she began to strip her tank top off, as I watched.
Her breasts were small, but full, and the nipples were as hard as little pebbles. She danced for me a bit, rubbing and pulling on her own nipples, and then began to pull my t-shirt off. Once that was gone, she unzipped my jeans, and pulled them and my boxers down my legs to my construction boots. My tool belt she left on. She held my cock in her hand and softly stroked it as she told me how long it had been since she'd had something so big and beautiful, and licked her lips in anticipation.Then she went back to her own clothes, sliding her shorts down over her hips and stepping out of them.
She wore only a pair of tiny white boy-shorts now, and she came over to me and let me run my hands up and down her body, as she hunched herself against my erect cock. I wanted to lift her up and set her down on my member, impaling her right through those little panties, but she slipped to her knees first, and took me in her mouth.
She was good. Many times she brought me right to the brink, but she wouldn't let me come until she decided it was time. Finally, she looked up at me and told me she wanted me to fill her mouth with my seed, and went to work on me in a frenzy! She brought me off within a minute, and I blasted the biggest load I had ever loosed, down her throat. God, she was incredible!
Later, after I had regained my composure, and after we had each consumed another beer or two, I sent my helper home, and spent the next half-hour or so tending to her needs. When at last I mounted her on the kitchen table, her daughter decided it was time to wake up! She was off that table in a flash, and promptly sent me on my way.
For the next three or four weeks that I worked on that house, she avoided me like the plague, and eventually I left for another job. The last thing she ever said to me was, "thanks for the good times, that day. I really needed that!" I just smiled, and said, "no problem."
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