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

    decorative strips of elastic at her hips holding the front and back together. It was probably fairly modest when it was new. “Close your mouth, Jeremy. You’ll catch flies.” “Sorry.” “I wouldn’t wear this in public anymore, but no one comes in here, so I guess I’m safe. It’s not THAT revealing, is it?” “No! No. Not too revealing. It’s fine.” “You pervert,” she smirked. She knew damn well I studied her walking across the room and climbing the scaffolding. Every day after that, she dressed for comfort – cut-off jean shorts and a tee with an old swimsuit underneath, or gym shorts with a ratty shirt cut down for ventilation. After a while, I almost got used to seeing her long slender legs and the covered gap between them. The tight bare bottom part of her cute ass and the inviting pale skin of her upper and lower belly were a daily sight. The small curves of her firm little breasts peeking out the bottom of some cut-up shirts and the tiny nipples sometimes obvious under her tops didn’t affect me. Not too much, anyway. She didn’t flirt, so I didn’t either. I just quietly enjoyed the view and wished our relationship were different. We stayed late some evenings to push the schedule along. We gelled as a team, working hard enough to be nearly done a week before the deadline. Martha wanted to make sure we had time for any needed finishing touches. The club owner was a paunchy man who always wore a leisure suit and white shoes and pulled his remaining hair into a ponytail. He stopped ...
    by every Monday morning to pay Martha and check on our work. At the beginning of the last week he said, “This looks fuckin’ amazing! You’re almost done, aren’t you? I got fuckin’ crews scheduled in here next week.” “We’ll have everything cleaned up and the scaffolding stacked near the main door before we leave Friday,” she answered. “That’ll be fuckin’ great. This place is far out! I want the investors to see this – light show and all. Be here at ten Monday morning. I’ll give you your final check with a fuckin’ bonus then.” We bore down and got it done. Thursday and Friday were clean-up days. We returned the rented equipment, put the leftover paint in the storage building, and tore down the scaffolding. When we got to her house Friday after we were done, she didn’t get out of the car right away. “I don’t know how to thank you, Jeremy.” “As far as I’m concerned, it was a two month party, and you paid me. I consider myself thanked.” “No, really. I’m very serious about this. You saw me through my first real art job. That means a lot. I’d still be on the second wall if it hadn’t been for you. I would have failed miserably. You saved my butt.” “Glad to do it. Wanna go to opening night together?” “You mean, like, a date?” “I dunno. We’re not in high school, Martha. What’s a date, anyway? Let’s be two kids getting high and checking out the new hot spot decorated by a great artist.” She laughed. “By a brush-jockey and her friend. Sounds good.” She got out of the car. I admired her ...
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