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It was an ordinary Wednesday morning on my way to start a new job at some guys house, new cupboards and a kitchen sink to fit.A text comes through: “Hi Stephen, it’s Jim, just checking you’re still coming? I’m holding off going to work to run through a few things with you.”I don’t bother replying as I’m five minutes away. After parking at the house Jim comes to the door, sadly excited and gives me a wave.”Christ,” I think to myself, “it’s Ned-fucking-Flanders.”I walk up to the door with my box of tools, suitably attired as a professional joiner, hard hat, rigger boots and hi-vis vest, tool belt clinking as I walk with the hammer dangling at my side.Jim shows me through to the kitchen and shows me the work at hand.I nod, politely saying, “No problem mate, I’ll have this done before the end of the day to which he replies, “Fandably doo!” I’m cringing at the choice of words used for appreciation but hey it’s work. “My wife, Susan, will be in and out most of the day so just tell her the damage if I’m not back Ataşehir Escort when you finish, she’ll write you the check.”Jim heads off to work so I set about my tasks, only but five minutes later the door bursts open, Susan is back from the supermarket completely laden with far too many bags. Startled initially at the sudden burst through the door I then laugh a little and walk over to help.”Need a hand there luv?” I chuckle as I take a few bags from her!As I do my hand brushes hers, it’s warm and sends a jolt through my body to my crotch! “Fuck she’s hot” I think to myself, how did Jim manage to bag her I wondered. She takes care of herself, is all made up even for a supermarket run, wearing a tight top and tight jeans, blonde short hair with a very cheeky look in her eyes. Can see her cleavage spilling out of her top and it arouses me instantly.”Oh, thank you,” she says. “Can I make you a coffee?”Susan is definitely the one wearing the trousers in this house, she’s Ataşehir Escort Bayan got this confidence, strong-willed, friendly nature about her. Jim probably bows to her every command, the poor fella. Anyway, I accept her offer of a coffee and watch her tight ass as she reaches up into the cupboard to get a cup. She knows I’m looking but isn’t even uncomfortable, she knows she’s hot and is probably used to it.After handing me my coffee she jokingly says, “Don’t be trying to rip me off, by the way, I know what you builders are like,” and smiles.I can’t help myself from saying back, “The only thing I want to rip off is your…”I stop short for fear of offending but she feigns shock and giggles, “See, I know what you builders are like, cheeky.” She winks. “I’m a happily married woman I’ll have you know, so keep your potty builder mouth to yourself, thank you very much””Potty?” I jest whilst laughing, “POTTY? I would have gone with filthy missy and you don’t Escort Ataşehir know the half of it.”We’re both laughing and she really does have a dirty, sexy laugh! “Aw, I’m only teasing, I’m sure Jim is a lucky man”She replies back with, “Hmmm, he doesn’t even look at me that way any more.”There’s a moment, It’s there, we’re looking at one another over the tops of our cups as we drink, I’m all of a sudden rock hard and I see her eyes shift to the movement under my tool belt. The bulge is unmistakable and I’m growing harder by the second. She puts her cup down, exposing the entire length of her body, It’s open and there are no obstacles, her chest heaving and rising as her breath gets heavier, the sexual chemistry is electrifying. I walk over and see her shaking a little. Before I know it my hand is sliding underneath her hair to the back of her head, pulling her lips firmly against mine, tongues searching each other out as I’m now pushing her back against the kitchen cupboards.”We shouldn’t be doing this she whispers,” trying to refrain herself but it’s too far gone. The lust has taken over and she’s silently screaming for me to fuck her senseles.I begin to squeeze her tits firmly, my hand on her ass pulling her tight and I lean in to whisper into her ear as I tug on her hair. “Get down on your knees,” I say.

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