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.
