0 comments/ 18359 views/ 1 favorites Getting The Builders In Ch. 01 By: uknewboy35 Well, I guess I had better tell you about myself first. My name is Alison. My story starts a few years ago when I had just started my first proper job and bought my first home. Like then, I love great sex and have always enjoyed trying new things. I'll try anything once - as long as its legal! And so that time was one of many 'firsts'. But a bit more about me first. I'm about five foot six tall, slim, brown haired, green eyed and athletic - I try to get to the gym as often as I can but I don't go mad. There are better ways to burn calories! Not that I'd had chance for a while. I'd been going out with a guy for a while back home but we'd decided to call it a day. Long distance relationships don't work in my book. As I said, I had just entered the real world. I'd left university, where I'd had the time of my life, and had moved to a new town for my first job. I'd been working for a few weeks and had been house sharing with a friend-of-a-friend until I found somewhere of my own. At long last, having found the right place and gone through all the process, the sale had gone through and I had the keys. I'd managed to scrape together a small deposit, and my parents had chipped in and with a somewhat frightening mortgage I had got myself a small but pretty Victorian terrace in a nice part of town. But it needed a lot of attention. I couldn't wait to get on with it, so I took a couple of weeks off work and set about it. I've always been independently minded - or stubborn as my friends tell me! So, as usual, I was determined that I would do as much work as I could myself. The outside, the electrics and the heating were okay but everything else wanted stripping out and starting again. With such a big mortgage and a wreck of a house I didn't have much choice! I'd probably have to call in a few favors, too. I had decided to start at the bottom and work up. The kitchen was located in the basement, with a living room and small dining room at ground floor and two little bedrooms on the first floor. The living room and dining room were okay - they just needed a coat of paint to get them livable with, so I sorted that out in the first couple of days. The bedrooms would have to wait. I needed to tackle the kitchen in the basement next. At the end of the third day I sighed with satisfaction as I looked at the pile of timber and rubble that had been the kitchen. I'd arranged for a skip to come the next day, so I'd piled everything up just outside the French windows which led from the basement to a small stairwell, with stone steps leading up steeply to the pavement above. It was a fairly quiet street and even the few people who did walk past wouldn't be able to see in. When I'd finished the basement I was going to get a load of pots to put on the steps and plant them up. It was Summer now and it imagined it would be great to be able to open up the doors on a nice day and grow herbs in the pots, the smell of lavender and rosemary blowing in to the kitchen. I kicked the last few bits of broken wood out of the door and admired my handiwork. The basement was now cleared out, ready for me to start putting in the new kitchen I'd picked at the store - an off the shelf one which would hopefully arrive in a week or so. I peeled off my heavy leather gloves and wiped my hand across my forehead. It came away black with dust and wet with sweat. It was a still, hot day and the work had been exhausting. My dirty vest top was sticking to me. everywhere felt pretty damp with sweat. I needed a shower. I went to the open doors and patted her jeans down. Dust flew in to the air in little brown grey clouds. I'd have to strip them off down here, I thought. I kicked off my tatty old trainers, pulled my socks off and wriggled my legs free of my jeans which I left in a crumpled heap on the floor. I wiped my hands clean on my vest, leaving black stripes over my breast and belly. Damp patches had appeared under my breasts, the material turning slightly translucent. Little specks of perspiration sat on my chest. I straightened up my panties - little white hipsters, where my jeans had tried to take them with them. I could feel the crotch was a little damp too after all my efforts. I grabbed a big bottle of water from the fridge - the only bit of the kitchen I had kept - and gulped some down. I felt it running down inside me. It felt so good. I wedged the bottle under one arm and poured water on to my hands to wash away as much of the dirt as she could. I splashed the cold water on to my face, making me gasp - it was so cold. The dirty water ran down my arms and neck, soaking in to my vest so more or less all the front turned a semi-opaque grey and stuck to my skin. The cold made my small, red nipples stick out through the vest, the material a turning pink where it stretched over my little buds. I don't have huge breasts but I've always thought they were pretty good - nice an firm. I took another swig of water. Suddenly I heard a cracking sound outside. I looked over just in time to see a figure disappearing from view just outside the door, at the bottom of the steps. 'Who's there?' I shouted, frozen to the spot. 'Sorry! I... I...' I heard a man's voice stammer. ''Bloody perv! Piss off before I call the police!' I shouted back. I'm no shrinking violet. I've had my share of unwanted attention and think I know how to handle myself. I heard footsteps as whoever it was retreated up the stairs. I suddenly realized I was standing there in my now see-through vest and panties, my nipples erect, looking sweaty and dirty. I dropped the bottle and quickly hid against the wall by the door, automatically covering my breasts with one arm and my crotch with the other hand. The man's voice called down from the pavement. 'Look, I just came to see if you need any help. I'm from next door. we haven't met properly yet. My name is...' 'I don't bloody care. See enough did you?' I shouted. 'I said I'm sorry. Keep your pants on,' the voice said. I wasn't sure if he was trying to be funny. 'Get lost!' I yelled and slammed the door shut. I peeked through the glass and, with no one in sight on the steps beyond, I ran across the kitchen and up the stairs, still cupping my breasts and covering my soaked panties. * * * * * After a hard day working on the basement I was looking forward to a long, hot shower. Still angry about the intrusion a few minutes before, I leaned over the bath and turned the water on. I love my showers to be as hot as I can stand them, enjoying the tingling heat on my skin. Clouds of steam started swirling in the air as the water hissed hotter and hotter. Damn that guy spying on me, I thought. I wiped steam from the big bathroom mirror and looked at myself. I wondered how long he'd been there, staring at me standing in my wet, grimy vest and pants. I looked down at my little panties where my dark public hair showed through the thin white cotton, now wet with water and sweat. Yeah, he'd got an eyeful, I thought. Probably went straight home for a wank. The image flashed through my mind as I stared at my reflection,watching the whirling clouds of steam. He wasn't bad looking, I thought, from the glimpse I'd had. Or imagined I had -- it had happened so quick. At least it wasn't some old boy letching at me. My mind wandered further. I found myself imagining his big, hard cock. his big hand pumping away on it. It had been a while since I'd been with a man - not since I'd moved away from home. The heat of the shower, the sight of myself in the mirror all wet and dirty, it was too much. Butterflied were appearing in my belly. I watched my reflection as I stroked my bush through the cotton, feeling my pubic hair under the slick material. I wondered if this was what he was imagining as he stood there watching me. Was he there, next door, imaging this now? I parted my feet a little more and stroked my fingers more firmly along my slit. I could sense I was starting to get wet. I pressed a finger harder against the fabric till I felt the moist parting of my pussy lips. I stroked myself slowly, pressing the fabric against my skin. The folds of my lips grew hotter ands wetter with each stroke as I probed deeper in to myself till my panties stretched as far as they could. I watched myself in the mirror. The wet, dirty cotton in to me so that it showed the line of my pussy. I slipped my hand inside the waist of my knickers and resumed sliding a finger up and down my slit. I watched my reflection, as if I was the stranger. I pressed my finger inside me now. I was so wet, it slipped inside easily. I shuffled my feet further apart to allow me to probe deeper inside. I wiped the steam from the mirror again and watched as my finger worked in and out of my slit, wet with my juices. I stopped for a moment and pulled my knickers down to my ankles. I slid my wet finger back inside my dripping slit, then gently massaged my clit. With the fingers of my other hand I reached down and parted my lips, as if showing the stranger. After a minute I started to feel myself go. I sat back on the edge of the bath. I forgot about the guy next door. This was just about me now. I rocked my hips as my fingers worked inside and around my aching pussy. I was so wet. My fingers worked frantically as I whimpered and writhed in the hot steam. I glimpsed my reflection - my legs wide apart, my body arching. I shuddered and gasped as I came, flicking my slick fingers in and out and round my clit. I gave a last gasp as the waves of excitement subsided. I looked down at my sodden, swollen pussy and glistening fingers. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, now covered in steam so that I could just about make out the shape of my body. I'd never touched myself like that - brought myself off in front of a stranger. 'Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Bloody perv.' I said out loud in the direction of the house next door. She stepped under the shower and felt the heat singing her skin. I stood for along time, enjoying the water fizzing on my face. I couldn't help thinking about the guy next door. Maybe I'd been too harsh. Maybe he had just come round to offer to help, like he said. Oh well, I'd told him where to go anyway. I hoped it wasn't going to make things awkward. Getting The Builders In Ch. 02 Alison has had a busy day working on her new house. Away from home and friends and starting a new job, she is doing a good job of making her own way in life. However, her first encounter with her new neighbor hasn't exactly been borrowing a cup of sugar - she catches him, she believes, spying on her. A hard day's work behind her, she showers and settles in for the evening... It was starting to get dark by the time I'd showered, pulled on a pair of tracksuit trousers and a t-shirt and settled down in front of the TV. I curled up on the sofa and flicked through the channels to see what was on. Not much was the answer - early evening on a weekday meant documentaries and soaps and I wasn't really in the mood. I flicked the TV off and put some music on instead. It was times like this I missed home, or at least being home with my friends. There wasn't anyone at work I'd made particular friends with yet but it was early days. So, I sighed and resigned myself to another quiet night in. After a hard day working on clearing out the basement that was no bad thing, I supposed. Plus, I had a lot to do in the morning. I needed to make the most of my week off and get as much of the house sorted as I could. Deciding a drink was a suitable reward for such a hard day I poured a big glass of red wine. Now without a kitchen, having stripped out the old one, I was limited on options for evening meal. I made a sandwich from what was in the fridge, sipping my wine as I put it together. By the time I'd finished I'd got through the glass of wine. It had been an eventful day and I needed it. The thought of the guy from next door leering at me standing there half naked and sopping came back to me. I wasn't going to let it get to me, I thought. I poured another and settled down on the sofa. My arms and legs were starting to ache a bit by now after the day's exertions. Before long the wine started to take effect as I stretched out, listening to the music and thumbing idly through a magazine. It was starting to get dark. Reluctantly, I got up and switched on the side light. I went to the window and looked out on to the quiet street. Right outside the window was a large red van. It was there every night, meaning I had to park my car further down the street. I wasn't sure, since I hadn't been in the house too long, but I guessed it belonged to the guy next door. So, not only was he perving on me, but he had to park his bloody big van right outside my house, too. It was probably the drink, and being tired, but I decided next time I saw him I was going to give him a piece of my mind. I pulled the curtains closed with a rather sharp tug. Yes, I was going to tell him exactly what I thought of him. No point letting it fester. I had invested a lot in my new home and wasn't going to have it spoiled by a van and its peeping tom owner. I must have drifted off to sleep soon after. Not sure what the time was exactly, I woke with a start. Deciding it must have been the music that had woken me, I fumbled on the floor beside me for my glass and finished off what remained. Just then there was aloud knock at the front door. I'd intended fitting a chain but hadn't got round to it, so I slowly opened the door. A man stood there on the doorstep - maybe early thirties, tall. It was difficult to see in the narrow shaft of light coming from behind me though the crack in the doorway. 'Who is it and what do you want at this time of night?' I said sharply. 'Hi, I'm from next door. We, urm, met this afternoon,' he said. 'You were in your basement. And anyway, its only 8.30.' I looked at him for a moment. My earlier determination to give him what for had subsided somewhat with the reality of him standing there on my doorstep. 'And?' I said coolly. 'Come back for another eyeful, have you? Want me to open the curtains so you just see in instead of having to knock?' I'd had more to drink than perhaps I should have and all I'd had to eat was a sandwich. I was probably slurring my words a little, too. He looked down at the empty wine glass in my hand. Self consciously, I hid it behind me. 'Look,' he said in a matter of fact tone,'I just came round to apologize and to say it was a misunderstanding - seeing you... like that. I saw you were doing something down in the basement and thought I might be able to help. You're on your own here aren't you?' 'Oh, right! Been spying on me good and proper!' I slurred. 'For god's sake, no!' He said, I must say looking a little wounded. 'I'm a builder. I thought I could help.' 'Explains the van,' I muttered. 'Sorry?' he said. 'Nothing,' I replied. 'So, what do you want now, anyway?' 'Same thing - to see of you need a hand. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered.' He started to turn away. I wondered if I'd regret it but I called after him. 'Wait! Maybe I could do with a hand.' He stopped and turned back. 'There's a lot for me to do. Maybe you could try to make up for your perving,' I said coyly. 'What is it you are doing?' he said. 'Everything,' I said. 'The house is a mess. The whole thing wants gutting.' 'And you're doing it yourself?' he asked, surprised. 'Yep. I'm not some useless airhead, you know.' 'I'm impressed,' he said. 'But if there is anything you want some, urm, assistance with, then let me know.' 'I'll bear that in mind,' I said non-commitally. 'Fair enough,' he said and turned to head back next door. Then I had an idea. Which considering how much wine I'd knocked back was pretty good going. 'That van of yours - get a lot in it can you?' I called. 'Suppose,' he said. 'Like what, exactly?' 'Like a kitchen?' 'Its not that big,' he said. 'Flat pack kitchen, smart arse,' I said. 'I want to order one but can't wait for the delivery slot they've got. Its in store for collection, though.' 'Ripped out the old kitchen a bit too soon, eh?' he laughed. 'Ha ha!' I said sarcastically. 'Well, what do you think? You collect my kitchen and I'll not call the police about you spying on me.' I raised an eyebrow suggestively and, to be honest, tried to look as sexy as I could in my lounging gear and holding a very empty wine glass. If you've got it flaunt it is my motto. Well, one of them. 'How much stuff are we talking?' he asked. I hadn't really thought about that. 'You'd better look for yourself. You'll know from what I'm planning to put in won't you?' 'I guess,' he said. 'Want me to look now?' he asked. I thought for a moment and decided he might as well. I invited him in and took him down to the basement. I explained what I wanted where and showed him the brochures I'd picked up from the store. He seemed okay, on reflection. He was, as I initially thought, early thirties, well built, and not at all unattractive. Not my usual type, though. He went about working out how much stuff there would be to collect, making notes on the back of an envelope he'd pulled from his trouser pocket along with a stubby pencil. After a while he gave a satisfied sigh. 'Reckon we should get it done in one load. Done a fair few kitchens before. I've got a lad helps me out. I'd do it for free - since you're a neighbor - but he'd want a bit for helping out,' he said in conclusion. 'Unless you're feeling strong and want to help instead.' I agreed I'd help, given that I'd need to be there at the store to pay anyway and we set off back up the stairs to the lounge. 'I'm sorry about earlier. Maybe I was a little harsh,' I said apologetically. 'No worries,' he said. 'Ive been called worse.' I laughed. 'I guess you wife or whatever will be wondering where you've got to,' I said. 'I live on my own,' he said, without elaborating. 'Oh,' I said, surprised. I thought for a moment. 'Look, I've got a bottle of wine open. Want a glass with me? Start again?' 'That would be nice,' he said. He followed me through to the lounge. I took out a second glass from the sideboard and picked up the bottle of wine. To my embarrassment it just about filled the new glass and that was it. 'Here you go. I, urm, I'll open another,' I stammered. I thought I'd probably be better off not having another, but now I had to be sociable. I opened another bottle I took from the sideboard and poured out half a glass. 'I'm Tom, by the way,' he said, holding out a hand. I had to assume he wasn't being funny. 'Alison,' I said. I shook his big hand. I could tell he was being gentle. I got the impression he could have crushed my little white fingers if he wanted to. His skin was slightly rough but it seemed to me that he took care of himself - he had a sensitive side, I mused. 'Nice to meet you, Alison,' he said, smiling. 'To your new home!' We touched glasses. I motioned for him to sit then sat down next to him on the sofa. 'Sorry its all a bit bare,' I said, looking round the lounge. Other than the sofa, the sideboard and the TV there wasn't much there. There wasn't any point getting the place fully furnished when there was so much stripping out and decorating to do. We talked about my plans for the house as we drank the wine. Before long the second bottle had gone. I'd lost track of how much I'd drunk and how much Tom had had and by now I'm afraid I must have been pretty drunk. Tiredness, little food, nerves, not having to go to work in the morning - they all had an effect. We talked about all sorts and, as usual, no doubt I was flirting terribly. Tom was sinking lower into the sofa while I had my legs curled up under me. Inevitably, we got on to the subject of being single. I think I even found myself saying how surprised I was when he said he lived on his own. I blushed when he asked why and made me say that he was, at least in my opinion, attractive and funny and whatever else I blurted out. When he asked about me, I confirmed I was unattached, not particularly looking for a boyfriend but always open to finding love. It sounded a little crass but he smiled and said he understood what I meant. The conversation had got a little heavy. I decided, in my intoxicated state, to lighten things a little. 'How do you keep yourself occupied then?' I asked playfully. 'Good porn stash next door?' Tom laughed, though I think he was a bit shocked. I have a tendency to speak first and think later. It gets me in to trouble sometimes. I like to think it is endearing.. 'That would be telling!' he said. 'Why, want to borrow some?' 'Actually,' I said, 'I've got my own, thank you.' 'Oh?' he said, sipping his wine. 'Well, its my ex's. He had a bit of a collection of videos. He brought one round for us to watch one night. He forgot to take it home after. I've had it ever since. Its just been gathering dust' 'Yeah, right. Did you like it?' Tom asked. 'It was educational,' I said evasively. 'How so?' he said, teasing me. 'Do explain!' I wasn't THAT drunk. Still, I was feeling mischievous. 'Well, why don't you see for yourself?' I got up and ran up to the bedroom. Rummaging round in the various as yet unpacked boxes I found the old video cassette in question. Smirking, I returned to the lounge and inserted it in to the player and turned on the TV. 'You haven't just put a porn video on, have you?' Tom said raising an eyebrow. 'Embarrassed?' I said, getting comfortable next to him. 'No!' he said firmly. 'Worried about getting a stiffy?' I jibed. 'No!' 'Well, just in case you'd better have this...' I reached behind me and pulled out a cushion, putting it over his lap. The film started. It was a pretty hard core European film, still in the original language. The picture was grainy and it looked pretty dated. Before long a nubile blond stripped and was being seen to by two middle aged guys with terrible perms and rather large cocks. We kept looking at each other over the rims of our wine glasses, each trying not to be taking too much interest. The truth was they were doing a pretty good job on her and it was turning me on a bit. I'd fantasized about being with two men at the same time. I'd never thought about doing it in real life, but seeing it on screen was getting me hot. Tom seemed to be starting to take more of an interest, too. By now the blond had one guy in her pussy while she sucked on the other guy. Then they changed positions and she started to be fucked in her ass and her pussy. The shot cut to a close up, one cock sliding in and out of the blonde's wet, pink pussy. The other cock plunging in and out of her arsehole. I imagined how my own pussy would look, thinking about when I had fingered myself earlier, watching my reflection in the bathroom mirror. 'Glad you've got the cushion now?' I said. 'Not bothered,' he said with mock disinterest. 'Not getting you hard under there? I don't mind. You're a man after all.' 'That's for me to know...' he said. 'Aah..and me to find out, eh?' I said. 'I guess so,' Tom replied. I'd drunk far too much. I put down my glass and sat up on my haunches. 'Well,lets just see then...' I moved my hands over his thighs and under the cushion. Tom sat there, a little shocked I think. I thought he'd stop me but he let me carry on till my hands reached the crotch of his jeans. I paused. He gave me an 'I dare you' look. I'd bitten off more than I could chew. He was going to make me suffer for teasing him. I carried on, feeling the start of the zipper, then... a very firm and from what I could tell pretty big cock. 'Mmm - someone's a little excited, I think,' I said. I gently rocked my hand over the bulge in his trousers. 'Is yours as big as theirs?' 'You know what to do if you want to find out,' he replied. Again, daring me. I pushed the cushion aside and shuffled closer to him. I leaned forward and began to undo his belt. I looked at his face. He looked back impassively, maybe not believing I was going to do it. I finished undoing his belt and started to undo the fly button. I continued to look at his face. Still he stared back. In the background, the blond was gasping and whimpering as the two men ploughed her holes. My fingers found the zipper and I slowly pulled it down. Still no reaction. I pulled the zipper right down. I was now on all fours, my elbows leaning on his thighs. If he had wanted to he could have seen down my t-shirt where it hung loosely round my neck, my breasts nearly touching his knees. But his eyes stayed fixed on mine. I peeled back the material of his jeans. The image flashed through my mind of my ass sticking up in the air, my pussy on show, like the woman in the film. Still staring, waiting for him to tell me to stop, I felt for the waistband of his shorts. Still no reaction. With both hands, I pulled the waistband down until I felt something resisting me. I lifted the fabric free and pulled it down as far as I could. I let go with one hand, keeping the fabric taught with the other. I opened my palm and rested it down on him, immediately feeling his hot, thick erection. I curled my fingers round it and held it. 'What's this then?' I said. He smiled. I tightened my fingers and started to gently pull up and down. He was already pretty hard but I could feel him growing in my fist. I increased the pressure and made bigger movements. I couldn't believe what I was doing but I couldn't stop. He reached forward and put a hand either side of my head. Gently he pushed my head lower till I was looking straight at his thick, long cock. I parted my lips as she pushed me down on to him till his cock was in my mouth, my tongue finding the tip, gently licking round the twitching head. I closed my eyes and sank his cock deeper in to my mouth. I closed my lips around his shaft and sucked gently, drawing him in and out in little movements. As I bobbed my head up and down on him, I thought about how hot my pussy would look, aching for it to be touched, stroked, penetrated. Then I felt his hand moving down my t-shirt, over my ribs, then under the hem. His hand cupped my bare breast. He gently massaged, then his fingers circling my erect nipple, pinching. His other hand stroked the back of my head and the nape of my neck as I sucked and licked. I felt him tense. His hand on my neck pushed me down further. I felt the urgency in him. He kneaded my breast with his big, strong fingers, rubbing my nipple with his thumb. In the film the blond gasped and the men grunted. I pictured their big, thick cocks fucking her pussy, stretching her tight virgin ass. My stomach was doing somersaults. I sucked hard, flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock on each stroke. He was so thick that I had to open wide. As I took as much of his thick, wet cock in my mouth, I felt a hot jet of cum hit the back of my throat. I pumped on him harder as more sticky cum spurted in to my mouth. I felt it on my tongue and cheeks, mixing with my spit. He seemed to carry on for ever shooting his load in to me. At last I felt the spurts subside. In that instant I became suddenly aware of what I was actually doing. I tasted the salty cum on my tongue, on my lips as he shrank inside me. I sucked and licked till he had finished. His hand released its grasp on my breast and he gently stroked my neck. I let his cock slip from my mouth and self-consciously swallowed hard, then again, brushing my tongue round my mouth to collect his cum. His cock glistened with my spit. I gently pulled up the waistband of his shorts and folded back the material of his jeans. My head was starting to spin. It was a moment before I could look at his face. When I did, he was smiling contently. He pressed his thumb to the corner of my mouth. 'Missed a bit,' he said. I parted my lips and tasted the cum on his thumb. I meekly sucked it off and swallowed. It was all too much. The butterflies I had felt when I was so turned on gave may to a familiar sickly feeling. 'I'm going to be sick,' I stammered. With that I climbed off him and ran upstairs. About the last thing I could remember was making it to the bathroom and wretching in to the toilet bowl. The night hadn't at all been what I had planned. I guess he must have waited around for a while - maybe even watched the rest of the film, waiting for mt to come back down. But I didn't. When I got up the next morning, my head clanging, mouth as dry as dust, I found a note written on a torn off section of the envelope he'd used earlier. 'Alison - Will lock the door and put the key back through the letter box. Hope you are alright. See you tomorrow? Tom.' And so it began. Getting The Builders In Ch. 03 Alison is renovating her house and has got off to a rocky start with her new neighbour. The morning after a regretful evening she thinks about what might have been... I'd woken up that morning with a terrible headache and that familiar 'oh my God what did I do last night?' feeling. I spent the morning mooching round my half renovated house, cringing as flashbacks to the night before kept coming to mind. I'd ended up knocking back far too much wine and somehow had invited in Tom, the neighbour I thought had been spying on my and who I'd accused of being a pervert. Then, in my tired and drunken state, I'd attempted unsuccessfully and embarrassingly to seduce him. It had seemed a good idea at the time. Deciding he wasn't that bad after all, and that he was actually quite cute, I'd moved up the sofa to him and began to unbutton his jeans and pull down his shorts. Before I (or he!) knew what I was doing, I was sucking and licking desperately on his growing cock. What had I been thinking? I wished I'd remembered much less about that night. As I slumped onto the sofa, nursing my headache, I thought about what I'd done. On my own, in a new house in a new town, maybe it had all got too much and the wine and exhaustion from a hard day had got the better of me. It all made sense at the time. All seemed 'right'. Last night, as I sat astride his legs with his now throbbing cock in my mouth, I just knew he was going to reach round me. He'd feel my firm butt(I love working out), massage my buttocks with his big builder's hands. Then he'd hook his fingers inside the waistband of my jogging pants and knickers and pull them down my legs. I'd moan and suck harder on his cock as his fingers followed the cleft between my buttocks, lightly touching my anus before he found my moistening pussy. I'd gasp as a thick finger parted my wet lips, pushing inside me. I'd rock back and forwards on his fingers in time as I sucked on his cock, taking as much into my mouth as I could, nearly gagging. My hands would explore his strong chest, feel his ribs, then grasp his hips tightly as I felt him get ready to come. He'd have his two fingers pushing hard inside my aching cunt. I'd feel butterflies in my stomach, my cunt lips hot, wet and swollen. I'd feel him tense. I'd hold him tighter as I also began to come. Then, as I whimpered and moaned, his big cock would flinch and twitch before his hot spunk shot into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He'd come and come, as would I, as I writhed against his fingers in my cunt. His hot, sticky cum would be on my teeth, my tongue, oozing from my lips as I milked his cock, sucking licking and swallowing it all down. At last he'd be finished and I'd collapse on to him, orgasming as his thick fingers worked inside me. When he'd made me moan and cry as much as I could take he'd slip his wet fingers from my cunt. Taking his hand I'd look in to his eyes and slip his fingers into my mouth. I'd take a long, hard suck, tasting my own cum on him. Then... who knows? I'd imagined we'd go to bed. He'd lie me back and begin to trail kisses from my mouth, down my neck. His hands would explore my body, feeling my firm breasts, his fingers pinching gently on my nipples. He'd take them in turn in his mouth, flicking his tongue over my erect buds, suckling gently. As I ran my fingers through his hair, he'd continue to move down. And God I wanted him to. I wouldn't be able to help but lift my knees and open my legs as he placed kisses on my belly while his hands kneaded my breasts. I'd feel his warm breath on my skin, moving lower. At last I'd feel the warmth between my legs, then his tongue touch against my cunt lips. My head would tip back as I felt his tongue lap my cunt, softly at first then hungrily. I'd press him closer, urging him on. His tongue would find the parting between my lips and start to lick inside me. I'd want to help him, reaching down and parting my lips for him to probe his tongue deeper inside me. Then, a hand would move from my breasts while the continued to knead and fondle with the other. I'd feel him slip his hand between my legs and suddenly I'd feel his finger briefly touch my ass hole. He'd slip his finger into my gushing cunt, pushing right up to the knuckle, stroking inside. Then another finger, and another. I'd be so wet that his fingers would have no trouble moving in and out of me. Then, his fingers would be replaced with his hot, probing tongue again. As the licking started again, a lubricated finger would be pressing at my ass hole. He'd seem to sense my reluctance but he'd press his moistened finger firmly at my entrance. I'd have to try to relax my muscles and then his finger would begin to penetrate my ass. I'd feel the sensation of his tongue on my cunt and his finger pushing in and out of my ass as my breasts were squeezed and pulled. I would feel my stomach knotting again, my whimpers growing to long moans. But I'd want to come with him properly inside me this time. I'd pull him to me and we'd kiss passionately, tasting and smelling each other's cum. As we kissed, I'd feel his fat cock pressing against me. Even though I'd be so wet, so ready for him, he'd still need to push at my cunt. I'd reach a hand between my legs, my fingers feeling my moist cunt and his cock as it entered me. God it would be big, making me gasp. Eventually his full length would be inside me, my cunt stretching around him. He would feel so good inside me as he began to move back and forth. Slowly at first, then gathering pace. He'd withdraw till he was nearly right out of me, then push back in till his balls slapped against me. Then he'd move slowly for a while, then push quickly, forcefully, pushing me into the bed, fucking me hard till I moaned and moaned. For what seemed an age he would pound my hot cunt with his big fat cock. I'd wrap my legs around him, pushing up in time with his thrusts. It would feel like his cock was right up inside my stomach. I'd sense he was going to cum. But I wouldn't ready yet. I'd need more. I'd push him away, desperate to get his cock back inside me as soon as possible. I'd turn over on to all fours, then lean into the bed, grasping the edge as I waited for him to enter me again. He'd move between my legs, no doubt getting a full view of my ass hole. Thick fingers would saw into my cunt to make sure I was still slickly wet, then they'd guide his cock to my entrance. He'd push straight in, all his cock inside me in an instant, pushing my face into the pillows. I'd feel my nipples brush the cotton bedclothes as my breasts rippled with each thrust. I'd begin to cum as he bucked into me. I'd feel his strong hands on my buttocks, spreading them so he could see my little ass hole. Then a lubricated finger would gently circle my ring before pushing inside me. He'd push deeper this time, his finger making circular motions inside me. I'd be delirious, cumming again and again, my juices dribbling down my pussy lips and thighs. Then the finger in my ass hole would be withdrawn and I'd feel him grasp my hips tightly with both hands. As I orgasmed I'd feel an even stronger, deeper thrust as his cock buried itself deep inside and began to shoot hot sperm into me. He'd stay hard for a long time, pumping cum in to me till it combined with my own juices and leaked from my cunt. At last he'd finish thrusting. With him still inside me we'd collapse on to the bed, hot, sweating and exhausted. Then we'd fall in to a satisfied sleep, waking later to do it all again. At least that's what I imagined, anyway. Getting The Builders In Ch. 04 It was a couple of weeks since her oh-so-embarrassing episode with her neighbour. She felt so stupid, getting drunk and throwing hers elf at him. He'd been okay about it, she guessed. After all, he could have really taken advantage of her if he'd wanted to. But he hadn't. In a way that made her feel even worse. Meanwhile, she'd steadily been making friends at work and settling in to her new home. Through one of her new colleagues she'd managed to get a try out for a local field hockey club. She'd loved hockey at university, even making the first team on a few occasions. At long last it was Saturday and she was looking forward to her first training session. She slipped into a pair of tight cycling shorts and a tight-ish tee shirt. She tied her hair back, popped on some little sports socks and her trainers and set off. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze blew the few white clouds slowly across a blue sky. Alison had a great couple of hours training. It felt good to be playing again and she looked forward to the first match tomorrow. The girls at the club had made the newbie welcome and she thought she'd be making some good friends. Driving home, she was buzzing. The endorphins were whizzing round her body and she loved it. She'd even been put on the first team list for the game. All in all she was pretty pleased with her morning. She pulled up outside her house and got out of the car. Already she could feel the burn in her legs. She needed a cool shower. She gave her legs a shake and with a spring in her step walked to the house. Just as she reached the foot of the steps up to her front door her neighbour, Tom the builder, emerged from his house, whistling to himself. 'Hi Alison,' he said cockily. 'Hi,' she muttered, fumbling in her rucksack pocket for her house key. 'You look hot,' he said. Oh god, she thought, I must look a right mess. She hated communal showers - they always made her feel like she was being compared all the time by the other girls, and they were all pretty fit at the club – not least Poppy, the first team captain. So, she'd just splashed her face with cold water and jumped in her car. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and she was aware of her tee shirt clinging to her back, damp patches pulling the cotton tight over her breasts. Instinctively, she pulled her rucksack up in front of her and hurriedly found her keys. 'I've been to hockey training,' she said. 'Oh, right, what club do you play at?' She found her key and turned it in the lock. 'Its just an amateur club. We practice at the high school. I just joined.' 'Really? My mate's the coach. You in the first team?' Oh god, she thought. She couldn't get away from him anywhere. 'Yes,' she said, trying to make it clear she didn't want a conversation. She didn't want to be standing there all sweaty, breasts on show, tee shirt turning more and more transparent. 'So Doug is coaching you then. Good guy Doug. Bark's worse than his bite. Want me to put in a good word for you?' 'No thank you,' she said firmly, opening her door. 'I just thought that I could tell him how enthusiastic you can be about things,' he said, smirking. Her face reddened. Obviously he was referring to her failed attempt, in her drunken state, to seduce him. She tries to contain a wince as she remembered, as far as she could, how she'd thrown herself at him. Alison started to close the door behind her. 'I'll be going to watch the game tomorrow, by he way. Doug wants some work doing, said I' talk about it with him while we watch you lovely ladies do your thing. Want a lift?' 'No,' Alison said, and with that shut the door firmly. Great, she thought, that's all I need. * * * The next morning, Alison woke early. Its was a bright, sunny day again. It didn't take much to get her out of bed. She was soon up and dressed in the tee shirt and shorts she'd worn for training the day before. They weren't too fresh but would be fine for an early morning run. At a pretty good pace she made her way along the quiet pavements to the local park, deciding to do a long circuit round the perimeter before heading back. She didn't want to overdo it, especially after a hard training session the day before, but wanted to give her legs a good long stretch out. Thirty minutes later she sprinted the last stretch home. She ran upstairs and stripped off before stepping into a cool, refreshing shower. She stood for while with the cold jet on her face. The fizz of the water was all she could hear as she felt the cool rivers of water running over her chest. Her nipples hardened and she shivered. The water ran over her belly and pussy and down her legs. She stroked her hair away from her face and the cold water rushed over her shoulders and back. She shivered again and decided she had cooled down enough. She turned the heat up a little and washed her hair and body. The change from cold to hot made her skin tingle as her soapy hands ran over her body. She felt her erect nipples flicking through her slender fingers and the softness of her pubic hair as she moved her hands between her legs. She closed her eyes as she slowly stroked her finger along the outer fold of her pussy, feeling the warm water running over her skin, mixing with her own moisture as she fingered herself. She gasped, concentrating on the feeling of the hot cascading water on her smooth soft skin, her finger feeling how hot and wet she was inside. Soon she made herself come, then ran her hands over her breasts and belly and abdomen as her body enjoyed the orgasm she had given herself. Alison dried off and had breakfast, padding round the house in her favourite old tee shirt. With the hockey match starting mid morning she had enough time to sort out a few things before she got into her new strip - close fitting top, gym skirt, and knee length socks. No wonder that meat-head next door was so keen to come and watch, she thought. She zipped a hoody over the top, slipped her trainers on and gathered her kit. She got in her car, and excited about her first proper game with her new club, set off. She turned into the car park. To her dismay, there was her neighbour's van. As she walked to the clubhouse she spotted him talking to Doug, her coach. There didn't seem to be anyone else there yet. As she walked slowly across the field Tom waved. She gave a fleeting wave back and decided that she was not going to let him ruin her day. As she reached the clubhouse she allowed herself to smile and exchanged an enthusiastic high five with Doug. 'Looking good... Again,' Tom said, making no attempt to conceal his inspection of her. Continuing her attempt to put things behind her she smiled and did a little curtsey. 'Thank you. And thanks, Doug. I'm so looking forward to this. Thanks for putting me on the team.' Doug gave her a pat on the shoulder. 'You're nice and early! Get yourself sorted and we might as well start warming up. Home changing room's this side,' he said, tapping the wall behind him. 'I thought you said 11am,' she said. 'Nope. 11.30. never mind, though.' She was sure she had heard him right. Alison jogged toward the door but Doug called her back. 'That's the away kit you've got on. Didn't anyone give you a home strip? The socks are the same but we have a different colour skirt and top.' 'No,' Alison said. Doug scratched his head. 'None of the other girls are here yet so we don't know if anyone's got a spare. You go on in and I'll see if there's a spare in the equipment store.' Alison went into the changing room. To the left were the showers, behind a head height wall. To the the right and back of the room were benches. On the wall behind her, by the door, was a trestle table with a pile of paper towels and a few dry-wipe markers scattered on it and hanging on the wall a white board. Alison slipped her trainers off and did some stretches while she waited for Doug. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door and he appeared with a brand new strip, still in its plastic wrapper. 'That was lucky,' he said, looking her up and down. 'Mind you, could be a bit small I reckon.'. He tossed the bundle to her. 'It'll have to do. Right, while you get changed we can talk tactics. Should be an easy game but fail to prepare and all that.'' 'Urm, can I get changed first, Doug?' Alison said. 'Give over, Alison! I've seen it all before. Come on, we're expecting big things of you. Poppy's leaving soon and we'll be needing a new captain. Could be just the job for you so lets see how you are with the old tactics, eh? Come on, then! Get changed!' Doug just stood there, looking at her. This felt wrong to Alison. Did the rest of the team go along with this kind of thing like he was one of the girls? She had no idea, being new. She'd always had female coaches before so there had never been a problem. Oh fuck, she thought, her competitive side taking over. If the captain's place was up for grabs she wasn't going to get all prudish. She pulled her arms out of the top and pushed it over her head. She tossed it onto the bench and quickly started to unwrap the replacement. Doug carried on talking tactics, looking right at her as she stood before him in her tiny skirt, knee high socks and sports bra. She fumbled with the wrapping for what seemed an age but eventually managed to wrestle the new top out. She quickly slipped it over her head. It was obviously way too small but she managed to wriggle in to it, stretching the fabric over her breasts. It was so tight that the seams of her bra and worse the buds of her nipples showed through. Doug seemed content to carry on with his talk but she knew he was getting an eyeful of her breasts. She still had the skirt to change. She quickly unfastened the button on the waistband and pulled down the zippier. She let the skirt fall to the floor and there she stood in her knickers and skin tight top. She was sure she saw Doug's eyes bulge and imagined that wasn't all. She unwrapped the new skirt and quickly pulled it on. Not a moment too soon, the other girls started to arrive. The rest of Alison's team came in and got ready while the visitors arrived in their mini bus and did likewise in the other changing room. 'Jees you must have been early, Alison' Poppy, the outgoing captain said as she dropped her kit on to the bench next to Alison. '11 o'clock, Doug told me,' Alison said. 'Nah, 11 30. Always is. Sucking up to the coach, eh? Don't worry, its nice to see some enthusiasm! I'm sure it won't go unnoticed by Doug.' Poppy said, smiling. The first half of the game passed quickly and Alison tried hard to put herself in play as much as she could. Doug shouted encouragement from the sideline while Tom, she thought,would be enjoying all the female flesh on show. Half time came and went and they were soon well into the second half. Then disaster struck Alison's team. Poppy took a heavy knock to the knee with a stick and writhed on the ground in agony. Doug ran on to the pitch and decided she had to come off. A sub ran on and Poppy hobbled off towards the changing rooms with Doug under her arm. Play went on and after a few minutes Alison realised that Tom was beckoning her over to him. When play went down to the other end of the field she jogged across to the sideline. 'Pretend you're injured!' he said quietly but eagerly. 'What the fuck are you on about?' she said. 'Come on! Quick! Just do it!' 'Like hell!' Tom looked at her for a second, then whistled loudly to the referee. 'Substitution!' he yelled and grabbed Alison's arm. Before she knew what was happening she was being marched off the pitch towards the changing rooms where Doug and Poppy had just gone. 'What the Hell are you doing, you idiot?' she said, trying to break free from his strong grip. 'Ssshhh!' he said, and led her round the back of the clubhouse. He picked up a discarded plastic crate and placed it by the wall, under a high window. 'What are you doing, perv?' Alison said in disgust. 'I told you - ssh! Come on up,' he said, stepping up onto the crate and pulling Alison up after him. She steadied herself, holding the cill tightly to stop herself falling backwards, and looked through the narrow window. They looked down into the home changing room. Poppy was sitting on the end of the trestle table as Doug stood in front of her. He was inspecting her injured knee. Doug lifted her knee into the air and started flexing it. Poppy winced. She instinctively laid her hands in her lap to keep her short skirt from riding up. Doug said something to Poppy and she scooted back on the table. He rested her foot on the edge and started to flex the other knee. He said something else and Poppy laid back. He slowly rolled down Poppy's sock, resting her bare foot down on the table, then did the same with the other. Doug then began massaging each of Poppy's calves with his strong hands, working up and down from ankle to knee. 'What are we doing here?' Alison said, annoyed. 'Just wait,' Tom said quietly. Doug stopped his hands on the inside of Poppy's knees. He said something and Poppy let her knees fall apart. Doug resumed his massaging. His hands were moving higher, one on each thigh. Poppy's skirt was now riding higher up her body so that her white cotton knickers were visible. Doug stepped round from in front of Poppy and stood at the edge of the table by her side. Both hands now massaged one thigh. His hands brushed the hem of skirt, pushing it higher, exposing her knickers. Doug's hands began working Poppy's inner thigh, until his fingers began to brush against her crotch. All the time he appeared to be talking to Poppy as she lay staring at the ceiling above her. 'The dirty old man!' Alison said. Doug now worked on Poppy with one hand, kneading the inside of her thigh, letting his fingers touch between her legs. His hand cupped her mound. Still Poppy lay motionless, as if in a trance. He reached over her with his free hand and pinched the gusset of her knickers together so that her pussy lips were now on show. The fingers of his other hand traced the line of the fabric up and down along the line of her opening. He pulled the material aside and Poppy's pussy was in full view. Poppy closed her eyes. Alison could see her body tense. Doug's fingers began to explore Poppy's pussy lips. His finger tips glided over her skin, along the slit between her lips, touching right down under her then working back to her clit. Poppy flinched as Doug's middle finger parted her lips and moved up and down just inside the folds of tender skin. Alison held the edge of the table tightly as his finger worked up and down her lips. Poppy gave a little gasp as his finger pushed inside her. He corkscrewed his finger inside her, moving in and out as it twisted. Poppy's head began to loll from side to side. Doug inserted a second finger inside her, stroking rhythmically. He said something and Poppy wriggled to the edge of the table. Doug moved back, standing between her legs, and pulled down her knickers. He pulled his tracksuit trousers down his thighs, and his erect cock sprang out from his boxers. Taking it in his hand he guided it to her slit. Her pussy lips were glistening from the wetness he had caused fingering her. He pressed the tip to her entrance and in one movement pushed his whole length inside her. Poppy's back arched and she gasped as he plunged into her. 'Oh my God!' Alison whispered. 'Its not the first time,' Tom said. 'I thought something was going on after Doug seemed to spend a lot of time 'treating' her. I followed them over last week and they were at it just like this.' 'One way to get to be captain,' Alison said cynically. 'Doug's certainly enjoying it,' Tom said. 'So are you,' Alison said pointing at the bulge in Tom's trousers. 'Aren't you?' he said, winking. 'Certainly not,' she said tersely. 'Yeah, right!' Tom said, raising an eyebrow. 'Don't believe me then. See if I care.' 'Okay, I will!' he said. Alison felt his hand on the back of her thigh and before she could do anything his hand was up her skirt and between her legs, cupping her pussy. 'What the fuck do you think you're doing!' Alison said, shocked but unable to let go of the cill. Tom's finger pressed the fabric of her knickers into her slit. 'You're wet!' he said, smiling. 'Told you you were enjoying watching.' 'Bastard!' she hissed. She cringed as his finger pushed further inside her, stretching the fabric. 'Mmmfff' she whimpered, hating him but not wanting him to stop. Doug continued to buck in and out of Poppy, the table rocking under her half naked body. Tom paused his fingering only to roll Alison's knickers down just enough to let his hand slip back between her legs and begin tracing the line from her little ass-hole round to her slit. Alison clasped the cill and found herself unable to stop pushing down on his big firm hand. A thick finger pushed inside her. He began to finger fuck her in time with Doug's rutting on Poppy. His thumb brushed rhythmically over her ass-hole as his finger worked easily inside her as her pussy flooded. 'Is this what Poppy felt?' Tom said. 'Mmm' Alison stammered. Doug now withdrew and said something to Poppy. She swung down from the table then leaned over it, her belly flat on the top. Doug put his hands on her butt cheeks and massaged them for a moment. He reached a hand between her legs and she squirmed as his fingers entered her again. He finger fucked her for a while then dragged his wet fingers along the crack of her ass, running his fingers tips across her ass-hole until it glistened with her own juices. He took his cock in his hand and rested it against her tight entrance and slowly leaned against her. Poppy's eyes screwed up and she gasped as he gradually pushed his cock into her ass-hole. Little by little, his hand helping, he fed the bulbous tip into her tight hole. Her skin stretched around his cock and at last the whole head was inside her. Poppy winced as he began to rock back and forth. 'You like that?' Tom said. 'You like it in your ass, Alison?' Alison just moaned as three of Tom's big, thick fingers fucked her pussy. Just like Doug had done, Tom removed his fingers from her gushing pussy and smeared her juice over her ass-hole She felt her wetness on her skin, in her downy public hair. 'No...don't...' she said. 'Tell me again and I'll stop,' he said, and began to circle his wetted middle finger around her little hole. 'So, you want to have you ass fingered, just like Poppy?' 'Mmm,' Alison whimpered. 'What?' he said, his finger tip pressing at her opening. 'Yes,' she hissed. Tom's finger pushed inside her, to the first knuckle, making little circles inside her. Doug was fucking Poppy hard now, her body rippling with each thrust. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the edge of the table. Doug pushed hard into her and shuddered, his head cocked back. Poppy groaned as Doug flinched, shooting his cum into her ass. Doug stepped back from Poppy a little. He wiped his deflating cock across her ass cheeks leaving trails of cum. Then he pulled his trousers back up and without a word left the changing room. Alison's knees went week and she felt herself loosing balance. Tom's finger slipped from her ass as he steadied her. 'Looks like that's it,' he said, smiling. Poppy's stayed leant over the table for a minute. A string of cum trickled from her reddened ass-hole With her back to the window, she crouched down on her ankles. Doug's cum dribbled from her and collected on the floor. When the cum finished oozing from her she stood up and took a paper towel, wiping herself down. Then she wiped the floor and put the used towels in a bin. She pulled her knickers back up and straightened herself up just as the game finished and the girls came back to get showered and changed. Getting The Builders In Ch. 04 'You've seen enough,' Alison said, jumping down from the window. 'For now,' Tom said, winking. 'Bastard!' she said, adjusting her knickers. 'Now we're even,' he said. With that he turned away and headed to the car park.