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Her deliberate teasebased on a dream I had about Miss Stacey OwenSo I arrive at this pub with my tools, and the Guvnor points out the leak under the bar. Seems straightforward enough – till I look at it. Bugger, that’s gonna be a real bastard to get to, who the fuck did that job?!Problem is the copper pipe’s been stuffed into a solid metal trunking along with a load of electric wires – what a plonker, whoever did that! How’my gonna get to it, without snagging the electrics. How about just rip the trunking away from the bar – but I can’t get anything to it cause it’s enclosed above and below and I’d have to strip the cupboards and sink and god know what else first. So out comes the cold chisel and tap tap tap I’m gonna have to sever the pipe where it is and hopefully not electrocute myself in the process. And then She walks in. Wow. Beautiful figure, long dark hair, short skirt, cardigan stretched across lovely shapely bosoms. I’m mesmerised. I’m trying to keep tapping, missing the chisel more than I’m hitting it, watching Her walk around behind the bar getting ready for opening. My penis is trying to get erect but crouching down is making that difficult and painful. Then She leans on the bar and starts to read a paper. I can see legginess and every now and then She steps back, shakes Her hair and I see just how bosomy She is. After quarter of an hour I can’t take any more and disappear through the door behind where the stop cock is.I try to calm myself and then peep out through the door, trying not to be too obvious but also to get a good look. I ease my stiff knob upright and ogle, immediately getting those familiar feelings in my tip. I worship girls and love to look at them, and that’s been my solo-sex life. I’d do that all the time except I have to work to support my hobby istanbul escort – girl-worship. Buying magazines and joining web-sites is an expensive business, and Worship Sessions where I get to worship a Goddess in person even more so. I hear the Guvnor shouting out “I’m opening up now Julie!” Miss Julie replies in a lovely voice “Ok!” She turns to face the mirror, making me momentarily duck out of sight, then I see Her settle Her hair, and then adjust Her cardigan, showing glimpses of cleavage. I can’t stop looking – as a compulsive masturbator, any view like that just mesmerises me and my eyes stay locked on. Whether She’s noticed me or not is not something I can address now, as funny feelings in my tip grow stronger. She undoes a button on Her cardigan and adjusts Her breasts, making my face burn intensely red and my willy leak. She’s squeezing them together a little like I see the girls do in my magazines and a long continuous stream of pre-cum runs into my underpants. There’s a little smile on Her face as She does it some more, seeming to enjoy jiggling them and squashing them. I’m pumping into my pants, not sure if I’ve moaned as She makes me go into ecstasy and the pumping goes on and on, and still She squeezes and squashes and tantalises – I’m sure She knows I’m watching, and maybe She knows She’s made me cum in my pants. I’m subsiding know and realise I’ve got a big problem. I hang around inside the cupboard, not knowing what to do, and then I realise that the longer I wait, the bigger and more obvious the wet patch of spunk on the front of my trousers will be. I’m not wearing my overalls cause it’s too warm. It’s also gonna look a bit odd if I stay in the cupboard and there’s no sounds of work. So I grit avcılar escort my teeth and walk out as quickly as I can, heading for the side door and my van, but She can see straightaway what’s happened in my pants, and as I skip past, trying not to look at Her, I see a little satisfied smile on Her face. My overalls are somewhere in my van, I find them and pull them on, and I grab a couple of wrenches in a vain attempt to pretend I had a reason to go out. Back in the bar, it’s empty, and beautiful Miss Julie, new Girlie-Goddess in my life, is back reading Her paper. She’s still smiling to Herself as I duck under the bar and start tapping away. It’s lunch-time, there’s not been a single customer in the bar and the Guvnor comes to see how I’m getting on. I tell him what the problem is and he says “can’t you just rip out the whole piping and stick a whole new plumbing in?” Yes I tell him, but it means shutting off the entire water supply. “Do it” he says, “after we’ve shut for the afternoon”. I tell him I’ll go and get the pipe and stuff and be back after 2.30.I pop back home and conclude that my pants and trousers are dry enough now, so don’t change – I didn’t want to go to the plumber’s merchants stinking of spunk. Back at the pub Miss Julie, beautiful Miss Julie, is tidying up and I head for the cupboard to shut off the supply. I should ask Her if She’s finished with the water but I can’t speak to Her. I emerge from the cupboard to find She’s behind the bar again, doing stuff. Already I’m getting erect just looking at Her in Her outfit. I go a bit crazy and get the plan of the water system out of my toolbox, walk round the other side of the bar, spread it on the bar and pretend to start reading it, with stiff willy pressed gently against şirinevler escort the bar. My glasses are pointing down at the plan but my eyes are on Her. And there they stay, opening wide as She pulls Her skirt up slightly to straighten Her stocking. Then She tuts and lifts it again, to Her stocking-top and fiddles with that – Her hem barely an inch below Her knix. I’m mesmerised of course and I can’t think about whether She knows I’m gawping at Her now, red-faced and breathless, knobby dampening my underpants already. For a full 2 or 3 minutes She fiddles with Her suspender, then lifts Her knee so I can see a hint of Her black knix and I realise I’m emitting a sort of strangled groan but before I can do anything about that my head jerks forward and I’m spurting spunk into my underpants, shot after shot, my head nodding in time. As I subside I see Her smiling, and of course She knows exactly what’s just happened, and She of course was deliberately doing it, I’m not sure why – what beautiful girl is going to be interested in a middle-aged balding wanker like me?! Then She says out of the blue “I’m doing a camera club this weekend if you want to come along?!” I gaze at Her blankly. She scribbles on a bit of paper, drops it onto the bar next to me and heads out the door. I try to concentrate on fitting the new plumbing system, feeling a whole lot of wetness round my pubic hairs and bollocks, my underpants wet right down to the crotch. Twice in one day! Ohh, I’m going to be worshipping this Goddess! I can’t stop thinking about the camera club, and She’s written the day and time and the address of the studio down for me. She knows why I would want to go along, and ohh, do I want to go along. Then it suddenly hits me, I won’t just see Her pose, I can get photos of Her too. Heaven!!“I’m doing a camera club this week-end, would you like to come along?!”Possible answers – “ohh yes Miss, if I see you pose in that top, you’ll make me spunk my pants, that’s for sure, and then when I get all the photos home I’ve taken of you, I’ll be pants-spunking, wanking and spurting spunk over them for weeks, months, years even!!”

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