Trouble with my Trade is that all who work in it are alike. Although we are on our own all day we get to be pissed off after about a three-year period and change companies, although the job "Is the same shit but in a different bucket", I think its because we get bored with the same ol' maintenance and servicing, and look for different sites, recepionists!, (perve alley we call it).
Answered Advertisment for 'Young growing Company' . . .. my first meeting with Karen. Held back surprise as she was VERY professional at interview, had been working in industry since she was 16, (She is 30 now), had enough of stupid, short- sighted employers and wanted to start up her own buisness as she could see good oportunities to make money. She talked my language!, and appeared to have enough guts and determination to succeed. I presented my case, explained that I was good 'On The Tools' but didn't have the all-round knowledge on the paper side to survive on my own properly. We made a deal and a Signed hand-written contract that day, "The Contract", as it was, was that I would guarantee to look after her interests in respect of suppyling the expertise gained over the years to ensure that Clients needs were met, no matter what the problem was.
On Karen's side, she agreed to 'look after me', financially, uniforms,new vehicle, regular monthly meeting to discuss planning, how books were kept, sales, losses, ect, which she still does today.
The down side of the Buisness is that upon a regular basis, that is about once every 3 weeks, and always on a Wednesday, about 10 p.m., she calls 'to see how everything is going?, she already knows that. We talk about today's problem's ect, she already knows that. I....lets face it, she is a very good-looking Girl, said a few things in the past such as "Like the Suit"!, "Boy, you look good today," We have sat next to each other many times during the course of our buisness relationship. We have shook hands, and yes, even pecked one-another on the cheeks when a good deal or contract was 'put to bed',. We have even been down to the local pub on a Friday afternoon and had lunch together, not so common nowadays as the office-girls we don't trust,.... to talk,........ that is, and make up things that are not true, Karen and I are not stupid, we look at life in the real world, other people may surmize it as in their own fantasis or dreams. It was last winter, a Wednesday as usual, the phone rang, it was 9p.m., the wife looked at me quizzicly?, "She's early"?. I picked up the phone,"Dave, come over,.... NOW". "But it's pissing down with rain, black as a coal cellar out there"!. "NOW"!. The phone went dead. I looked at wife, "Call, from Karen, she wan'ts me over there now, sounds upset or something". "Tell her you are not going, tell her to get stuffed", wife says. "YOU tell her", handing her the phone. "Look at the time Dave, you have to work tomorrow" "Well, your'e call Love" "Ohkay, supposed you have to, just to keep the peace with her, but be careful, it is very wet out there" "Tell me", I says, "spend my life on the road, see what she wan'ts, phone you from there, Bye" Get into car, pissing down, take 3/4 hour to get to her place, phone wife from car,"Arrived Ohkay, love, talk to you soon".
I knock on door, Karen opens it wearing long Dressing Gown. "Well, Boss, what's problem"? "ME"!, she replies. "Then if it's you, what"?, I says. "THIS"..... With that, as I sit here typing this and may whoever made this planet and all the good things in, and upon it, swear,.... she closed the door and dropped the Dressing Gown. Now I have seen Karen dressed-up, as when we all go to dinner together, that is ,my wife, Karen, Her Husband, Brad (such a lovely guy, Gentle in how he respects and handles Women, a Plumber by trade), and I and at her worst, (when we both got pissed on the boat one Saturday arfo and had a real slanging match as to who gave in first when we ran out of expletives to throw at each other!)...what we were taught in one of her 'Man Management' courses that She made me go on...strange!??
To see this apparation standing there in the altogether except for her stilettoes, breasts with nipples jutting up towards the sky, sleek, slim body, incredibly long legs... between which sat a perfectly shaved pussy I, being of course, on the backfoot, said, "Where's Brad"? "On a three-day Install job, coming back friday, now HERE"! She grabbed my trousers in the vicinity of my balls,I was wearing a Black Suit, Black Tee Shirt, Skimpy underwear, socks and shoes, Black, of course!, funny that??. My Trousers dissapeared, along with the underwear, it was so quick, I still, to this day, don't recollect how it occurred. My penis must have held the world record for an erection, the situation being so bizzarre and sudden that, in retrospect, was probably an involuntary reflex!.
She held my head between her two dainty hands and pressed her lips to mine. The softness of them was simply fascinating, I took the intitative and pressed back, my tongue searching for hers, I put one hand behind her cute butt and the other behind the nape of her neck, drawing her to me. . .and. . .without any effort on my part my penis found her pussy and I took her standing up, in the hallway!. Entering her was so easy! Karen was so wet she was saturated!, I believe it took about 5 seconds for her to orgasm! She gave a small gasp and shuddered a little is all, saying nothing . . me feeling her cum flowing onto my balls and dripping onto the floor, the coolness of her hot cum as it met the air tickling my balls, sending spark-like feelings into my penis, making it even more rigid!
She relaxed her grip on my lips . .I felt her body sag a bit, as though the air had been let out of a tyre . .I assisted her as she flopped down on a chair. I stood in front of her with a big throbbing penis looking....stupid?, Still saying nothing, she grabbed it with both hands, and . . .looking at me directly in the eyes . . stuck it into her mouth and furiously began to suck on it, her tongue seeking out my uretha, probing it, sending delicious sensations up my spine and buttocks. Her eyes seemed to fix themselves on mine...not blinking. I felt that I could see the yearnings of, well . . a young girl? . .a question? . .a meaning? . .a wanting? . .in them, and felt an instant pang of love, sadness and gentleness towards this woman.