1. The Hangout


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    morning, but I’ll be sure to bring one tomorrow. Are we ready to work again?” “We won’t get done sitting here,” I agreed. I spent the next half hour climbing scaffolding, carrying paint up and dirty equipment down for cleaning. Eventually, I pulled off my tee shirt for comfort. “Guys are lucky,” she said. “Why? Because we can take our shirts off?” “I could probably walk down the beach in boy’s swim trunks topless, and no one would notice.” “Your boobs are bigger than that.” “Not much.” “They’ll still look good at fifty.” “What do you mean?” “Does your mom look sexy without a bra?” She made a face. “She’s kinda thick, so no, not unless you like big floppy tits.” “Right. Can you picture my mother braless? I’d rather not. You won’t have that problem. You look great now, and you’ll make a cute old lady.” “You’re such an asshole, Jeremy. No wonder you’re my best friend.” On my next trip up the scaffolding she asked, “Do you have a pocket knife?” “I have a hunting knife in the car.” “I keep getting sweat in my eyes. This is an old tee shirt. I don’t really give a damn about it, so I want to cut a sweatband from the hem.” I found the knife and gave it to her. She started hacking a strip from the bottom of her shirt, twisting it on her body to cut at the sides. “Want some help?” I offered. “I shoulda just gone in the restroom and taken it off to do this,” she grumbled, “Can you get the rest?” She turned away. I took the knife from her and finished the cut across the back of her ...
    shirt. She stepped out of the ring of fabric and cut it in two pieces, one to tie her wild mane on top of her head, and one to serve as a sweatband above her eyes. “Crude, but effective,” she said. The exposed strip of bare flesh around her middle was pale and pretty. “I like the bare midriff look on you.” “My white belly? I sunburn right away, so I don’t tan. Besides, I look ridiculous in a bathing suit. I pretty much have to shop in the girls’ department.” “I’m sure you look fine. Fashion designs are for thin chicks. You know that.” “Thanks,” she said. “It’s supposed to be hot all week. If we could turn the fans up, we’d be okay. Let’s make sure nothing can blow around and run the fans on the next setting when we take breaks. Maybe we can keep the temperature down that way. We still have a lot of weeks of summer work in here.” The next morning we opened all the doors and turned the fans on high for a few minutes to suck the stuffiness from the building. Cooler air from outside helped us start work comfortably. At mid-morning, we took a break and turned up the fans to clear the warming air high on the scaffolding. Martha came back from the restrooms with her hair tied back in a kerchief. She wore a faded two-piece bathing suit. “Pretty sad, huh?” she asked. “I bought this to wear to the community pool the summer before eighth grade. Still fits.” It actually did. The suit top was a simple bandeau with strings tied behind her neck to keep it up. The bottom stayed on thanks to ...
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