Construction Worker
Posted By Duncan on April 27, 2009
Walking by a work site one day I see many workers going about their business. Then my eyes happen to notice you. Stream fit and hard working in the sun, your focus is on the task at hand. Dropping my chin to my chest, I get a better glimpse of you over the top of my sunglasses. I can see your muscles rippling underneath your T-Shirt. Your tight jeans showing the strength in your legs, the denim is tight, outlining your he-man bulge. I’m immediately turned on. I lust for a masculine, dirty, sweaty man.
An instant vision comes to me- walking around to the back of your work site. I find you there. First glancing at each others eyes, then we immediately exchange a hot, passionate kiss, your tongue first tasting my lips, then probing deeper to meet mine. I smell the salty sweat and the musty dirt.
In this passion, I squat down and undo your zipper; releasing the manhood that wants to be free. Exploring with my eyes, then my lips, as your scent fills my nostrils. You become engorged, and my mouth wanting, begging to explore even more. You entice me more by running your sweat and dust laden hands through my hair, then grabbing the back of my head, pulling me closer, ever so close.
Suddenly you pull me up and in one motion shove me against the cold brick wall; one hand begins to forcefully fondle my breast, while the other cups my ass, gripping and pulling our loins feverishly together.
My moans of ecstasy are too much, signaling you to go farther- each of your hands take on a different roll – one reaches in my blouse, fingers my hardening nipple, pressing, pinching, twisting- the other lifts my skirt, to find my nakedness- your fingers on a mission to find my heated spirit. My mound radiates heat and begs for your attention.
Your palm reaches my mound, and your fingers begin to work my clit, then thrusting in deeper, reaching for more. In one intense moment I release hot wet juices over your fingers. The heat of the moment turns up the emotions, but I ultimately resist- pushing you back- then kiss you on the cheek. “See you at home, lover” I say and disappear.
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