A Woman's Touch

I kissed Alan goodbye as he headed off to work. Almost as soon as the door closed I started doing the housework. I had a day off work and it was the ideal time to catch up on housework and I got right into it. It's always been my philosophy to do it now and do it well. That way the job is done and you don't have to waste time redoing things. It makes life a lot simpler.

At around eleven I'd caught up with everything and the rest of the day was my own. I'd already arranged to meet up with Jan for some morning coffee and I headed out to the café where we were going to meet up. I was a little early so I spent half an hour window shopping and wishing before entering the café. There were so many things I wanted but was too frugal to buy. Money only goes so far and you have to spend it wisely. This meeting with Jan was a treat for me.

Once in the café I took a seat and waited for Jan. Truth to tell, I was surprised she wasn't waiting for me as she's normally early. Then my phone rang and it was Jan. I thought she was going to explain that she was running a little late but it was worse than that. Her car looks a little beat up. It's perfectly roadworthy, just doesn't look it. She got pulled over in a random police check and they wanted to do a quick inspection of her car for roadworthiness. All the obvious things were fine, windows, lights, tyres, and such, but they wanted to test her brakes. They told her to drive slowly while they followed and when they sounded their horn she was to hit her brakes.

Upshot was that as they started off someone leaned on their horn as they passed and Jan hit her brakes. The cops weren't expecting it and rear-ended her. Yes, it was their fault, and they admitted it, but, and it was big but, because a police car was involved in an accident there was a bunch of regulations and procedures they had to follow. She was stuck until they sorted it all out.

I shelved the idea of a leisurely cup of coffee and a chat with Jan, settling for the cup of coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. While I was sipping my coffee and nibbling on my cake a couple of big burly men approached and asked if they could share the table. A quick glance around showed that the café was fairly full so I shrugged and waved them into place. It didn't bother me.

After a minute or so one of the men spoke up.

"You look a little despondent. Boyfriend stand you up?"

I glanced at the empty chair and realised what it must look like. I hastily shook my head.

"No. I was supposed to have coffee with a friend but she got rear-ended by a cop car on the way here and now she's tied up while they sort it all out."

"A cop car?" A surprised note in his voice.

I giggled and explained the situation as Jan explained it to me. Both the men laughed.

"I suppose you and your friend were going to go shopping after your coffee?"

"I wish," I grumbled. "Inflation means that the household budget is tight."

"Yeah. It's like that all over."

"Not with me, it's not," said the other man sounding contentedly comfortable. "And I doubt that it is with you, Don."

"True," said Don with a laugh. He tapped the overalls he was wearing. "Ken and I are both in construction. That building going up across the road, actually. The union made sure we get paid a decent whack and even the problems with Covid didn't really impact us. We're doing OK."

"Well lucky you," I grumbled. "I work part time at a supermarket and you can imagine the sort of money they pay. Fortunately Alan is a computer programmer and he makes a reasonable salary. Inflation still chips away at it."

"Sucks to be you," said Don with a smile. "We all have our crosses to bear. Maybe you can get another part-time job."

I sighed. "People just aren't hiring right now," I continued to grumble. "Still, we'll get by somehow. It's really just a case of any luxuries having to wait."

The two men exchanged glances and for some reason Ken nodded, with Don following suit. Then Don took out his wallet and put a hundred dollar bill on the table. I eyed it, wondering what the hell?

"I know a little job you could do that won't take up too much of your time," Don said, his voice all warm and friendly. "If you're willing the money is yours."

"Well, I'm interested, sure, but what is the actual job?"

"You see that building that we're currently constructing? Well, parked in front of it is a caravan that is the site office. Quite a comfortable caravan, too. As well as the office section there's a small bathroom and bedroom. We occasionally have to work really late and it's easier to stay in the caravan than go home."

"Ah, you want me to clean the caravan or something?" I guess I sounded a little bemused. No way they'd pay a hundred to have the caravan cleaned.

"It's the something that we're interested in," said Ken. "Something that needs a woman's touch, and we think you're that woman."

They were getting at something and seemed amused that I couldn't guess.

"Well, what is it?' I asked with some exasperation.

"We want you to come to the caravan with us and service both of us," Don said, damn near laughing when he said it. "If you're willing to do that the money is yours."

I looked at him blankly. Serve him what? I had no idea. And then I did. He'd said service them, not serve them. As in a bull services a cow. They wanted to fuck me. I was shocked. How could they suggest such a thing, and so blatantly?

"Well, really. How could you suggest such a thing?" I asked indignantly. "I'm a married woman, you know."

"Yes, we'd gathered that, but saw no reason to drag your husband into this. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. A hundred dollars might help you though."

My mind flashed to the things I could buy with a hundred. Some expensive soap and shampoo. A new top or undies. Alan would never know. He's got no idea what cosmetics and clothes I currently own. But still.

"Oh, I couldn't. I really couldn't," I mumbled, half wishing I could. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be naked with two men who wanted to fuck me. They were big men, too. Did that physical stature translate to increased genital size? Not that I wanted to find out. Still, a little erotic thrill ran through me at the thought.

"Of course you can," said Ken. "You know you want to. It's just a case that you feel you shouldn't. If nobody knows what does it matter?"

"What do you mean, I want to?" I snapped, taking umbrage at the statement. "What makes you think that?"

"You're still sitting here talking to us," observed Don. "If you were really upset at being propositioned you'd have got up and walked away."

I had to admit he had a point. I could think of several occasions where I thought someone was being crude and turned and walked away. So why was I still sitting here? And why was I looking at that hundred dollar bill?

Ken gave a little sigh and reached for the hundred. I nearly panicked. That was my money he was grabbing. Instead of taking it he pushed it towards me, leaving it in the middle of the table. He also winked at me. That rotten man had done that deliberately, trying to rush me into making a decision. I mean, really, he must know I can't do this.

Why not, I asked myself. Who would know? It's not like I'd talk about it and they couldn't because they didn't even know my name. "Call me Karen," I mumbled, snatching up the money and stuffing it in my purse.

They didn't gloat or do anything like that. They just stood up and waited for me. I rose and went along with them, nervous as a kitten all of a sudden. Anyway, if I changed my mind I could always give them their money back and run.

The two men crossed over to the building under construction. There was a very large caravan parked in front of it (on the lot, not the street). Don ran up the stairs and opened the door, escorting me in. We were in what was obviously an office.

"Um, where are the rest of the construction workers?" I asked nervously.

"They've all gone home. We're only working a half day today. Ken and I are still here as we have some paperwork to finish up. Once that's done we're out of here."

The office area had a small kitchen attached and beyond that was a wall with a door in it. Don continued on his way until he reached the door and opened it, ushering me in. The room revealed was obviously a bedroom, complete with double bed. Beyond that was another wall with a door.

"That's the bathroom," Don said, indicating the next door.

Who cared about that? I was eyeing that double bed, butterflies flocking in my stomach. I was so ready to turn and run.

"Tell me," said Ken. "When you get a present do you unwrap it yourself or let someone else unwrap it?"

"I do it myself, of course," I replied, slightly puzzled.

"Yeah, that's my attitude, too," he said with a big smile, "so if you'll excuse me..."

Still holding that big smile he started undoing my blouse.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, grabbing a hold of my blouse. My voice sounded somewhat squeaky to me.

"Unwrapping my present," he replied, twitching the blouse out of my grasp, pushing it off my shoulders and down my arms. "Turn around."

I turned around and promptly gave another little squeak as he unclipped my bra. He pushed the straps off my shoulders and down my arms and I was effectively topless. Don, I might add, was standing there, head cocked slightly to one side, enjoying the view. Before I could comment on that Ken had unclipped and unzipped my skirt, cheerfully helping it to drop away. I was now standing there naked bar a skimpy pair of panties, and I didn't expect to keep them long. I didn't. Ken turned me so I was facing him again, went down on one knee, and lowered my panties, dropping them to my ankles and encouraging me to step out of them.

So there I was, naked, with Ken looking me over and smiling. I turned my head to look at Don but he wasn't standing behind me anymore. Looking back at Ken he jerked a thumb towards the bed. If that was his way of telling me to get on it I was singularly unimpressed. Glancing at the bed I got a slight surprise. (Or a horrible shock, depending on how you view the situation.) Don was lying on the bed, just as naked as I was, with his erection standing out. I hastily did not look at that.

"Don's the lazy type. You're going to have to hop on the bed and straddle him. Once you've done that you can do what you like to him."

I was all 'ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, I can't do this' but another part of me was already wondering what it was going to be like. That part of me had apparently decided that I could do this and was pushing me towards the bed. Not that it had to push far, I mean, this was a caravan after all and the bed was right there. I simply sat on the bed and swung my legs up and there I was, naked, sitting next to a naked man, his erection emphasizing just how naked he was.

It was a case of nothing ventured, nothing gained, soonest begun, soonest finished, strike while the iron is hot. The little homilies were running through my mind while that not so little erection seemed to be gently waving to me, encouraging me. Neither man said anything, seeming to just be waiting to see if I had the nerve to go through with this. That last bit irritated me.

Before my second, third, and fourth, thoughts could grab me by the scruff of the neck and drag me out of the caravan, naked if necessary, I swung my leg over Don and just like that I was sitting on him, his erection rearing up in front of me, seeming even larger than ever. Swallowing nervously I lifted myself up and eased myself into position, guiding his erection into position. It felt hard and hot in my hand, making me imagine what it would feel like inside me.

It seemed that the act of stripping in front of two big brutes had got my juices flowing. As soon as I had positioned Don's erection I found myself sliding down onto it. It was, ah, slightly bigger than what I was used to but that didn't stop it slipping neatly into place, leaving me straddling Don and neatly nailed.

I just perched there for a few moments, coming to terms with what I'd just done, considering how that cock felt inside me, hot, hard, and exciting, even though I probably shouldn't consider that last part. Still, what was done was done, and I started bouncing.

I took my time, not really bouncing but moving up and down in a leisurely manner, letting his cock rub deep into my lady parts. I was enjoying this, feeling guilty maybe, but enjoying it all the same. An illicit thrill was something to be treasured as it probably wouldn't come my way again.

As I bounced my arousal steadily grew. I was tempted to move faster but I was curious. How much of this could Don take before he lost it and started to take control? Quite a bit, it seemed as we'd passed the five minute mark and were still going before I noticed the first signs of frustration.

Don started trying to push up into me harder and faster. Me being a bitch, I did my best to ride his thrusts so that we maintained the same rhythm, which I was finding most enjoyable. This continued for a few more minutes until he lost it, rolling over and taking me under him. I was laughing and he was swearing and then he was hammering into me just as hard and fast as he wanted.

His actions promptly proved that I'd had the right of it as blew his load almost immediately, while the pounding he was subjecting me to was enough to make me climax, doing my best to stifle a scream. It wouldn't do for passers-by to hear screams coming from the caravan.

Ken had thoughtfully visited the bathroom and acquired a damp cloth for me to use to wipe myself down. He had also, I noted, taken the chance to shed his own clothes. I now had proof from a sample of two that men of a larger stature also had larger genitals. Ken was equipped every bit as generously as Don and his desire were, shall we say, standing out.

He sat on the bed and rolled me onto my stomach. Then he lifted my hips, moving my knees apart, and pushed my head down, telling me to lie on my arms. Boy, talking about positioning me to show all. When I was positioned to his satisfaction he climbed up onto the bed and knelt between my thighs.

He gently probed my passage, just making sure he was properly aligned, then drove fiercely into me. He slammed home so hard and fast I couldn't help but give a squawk of shock. He hadn't hurt me at all but the suddenness with which he was fully inside me was somewhat startling.

His arms reached around me, his hands closing over my breasts. It wasn't until he'd done that that it registered that Don hadn't touched my breasts at all. Not a breast man, apparently. Ken started his piston work, pulling back and driving in heartily, while I gasped and squeaked, my bottom bouncing up and down as I tried to move with him.

I was already over-sensitive due to Don's loving attentions and now Ken was reaping the benefit of that, rapidly pushing me to another climax. I didn't expect Ken to last long at the rate he was going so I was quite happy to take my second climax, assuming that he'd probably climax at the same time.

Didn't happen, did it. Oh, I climaxed, no worries about that, but Ken didn't. He didn't even slow down, just kept right on going, pounding my pussy to mush. I came down from my climax with Ken right there, working hard to let me have a third.

Did I protest at this abuse of my body? Not so you would notice. I was gasping and urging him on, bucking under him, quite willing to have a third moment of glory. I suspected that his efforts lasted even longer than Don's and when I finally had my third climax and realised that he was finally having his I was rather relieved. And tired. I felt as if I'd just run a long race. (And won.)

Once again I wiped myself down and then I dressed and was out of there. Leaving the caravan I was down to the parking lot where I'd left my car. I drove out of the car park into a side street and was off, not wanting the Don and Ken to see my car or get my license plate. I came as a stranger and left as a stranger with no way for them to trace me. They didn't even know my right name.

It was, I decided, an interesting episode and well worth the two hundred I received. Two hundred, I hear you ask? Well yes. Ken left his wallet lying around and didn't notice me extract another hundred. It was only fair. Don paid the first hundred so I figured Ken owed me.