I had been working in London for a construction firm for the past 3 years. In that time, I was mostly sent from site to site to remedy the mistakes of whichever site manager had preceded me, and get the project over the finish line. My current site was a small footprint but a structure that towered above the neighbouring buildings.
Professionally, I'm very happy and tend to find myself staying late in the site office most evenings, as that's where I'm most at ease. The site office is a small cabin situated in what would soon be the forecourt for the flats under construction. It's equipped with an office desk and chair for myself as well as a larger circular desk, used mainly for site progress meetings and accommodating site visitors. Were it not for the fact that we were working in the middle of an intense heatwave and the metal cabin soaked up all of the day's heat, I probably would have chosen to sleep a few nights in there.
My personal life, however, was slightly less ideal. My long term Girlfriend, second time around, Hayley, was expecting our first child in 10 weeks. She's blonde with Brown eyes, around 5'4, and pretty. Not the kind of pretty that seems approachable; more a 'don't fucking look at me' resting bitch face pretty.
I consider myself a 6/10 for looks, but make sure that I'm in the gym most mornings before work, maintaining what I've been told is an athletic physique like that of a swimmer. I imagined people had compared me with swimmers as I was 6'1 and had long, strong arms.
I had always switched back and forth between thinking that I was punching above my weight with Hayley, and that she wasn't good enough for me.
We had met in school and dated into our early 20s, until she met a mature student while she was at university and decided that this was the man she wanted to spend her life with. Needless to say, the gentleman in question had other ideas and left her after a year or so.
Hayley and I had gotten back together in 2019 after sleeping with eachother on occasion, and when she eventually broke down in tears in front of my parents, she convinced me to give things 'another serious go'. My parents loved Hayley because I'd never divulged to them the true reason for us first parting ways. This played a huge part in what I now realise was a giant mistake.
Nevertheless, I was stuck with her now. The positives of being with Hayley are that she's always up for a rough fuck and gives the best blowjob I've had to date. The negatives are that she's often moody with me and I had never truly forgiven her for cheating on me years ago, and then manipulating my parents to hassle me into another relationship with her.
Due to the fact that, like me, she would frequent the gym, her body is tight but not particularly curvy.
This was true, however, up until her baby bump started to show. This means I've gone from toe curling orgasms every night, to no sexual activity at all for the last 8 weeks.
I am stuggling.
I've never considered cheating on Hayley, which is a courtesy she did not give to me when she was at university.
I have an overactive imagination and a high sex drive, so I often tend to concoct detailed fantasies based on any women that I see or meet from day to day. With this being the case, I've begun satisfying my needs in the site office after everyone has gone home.
The drawers to the right of my desk are locked throughout the day and contain a pack of condoms, so I can lock myself in at night and watch videos of girls getting absolutely railed, stroking away until I fill the tip of that condom right up. Back in Secondary school this was referred to as a 'Posh Wank'. Very little cleanup required.
Recently, I had survived a very close call when Andrea, the Romanian Girl hired as the site cleaner, had rumaged through my drawer looking for dust cloths and found a half full pack of sheaths. Then on further inspection found full condoms in my bin. It didn't take a degree in maths for her to figure out what I'd been up to every night as soon as the site emptied.
Andrea was 34 years old and fairly average in terms of attractiveness. Her lips weren't particularly full and she was missing a molar at the back of her mouth that I could sometimes see when she was talking to me. However, she had piercing blue eyes and a little black bob haircut, which were characteristics that I considered Kryptonite when paired together. She also had perky breasts and always smelt fantastic.
I managed to convince her to keep my secret to herself. I think she saw this as an opportunity to tease me, as through the next fortnight she wore tighter clothes and found herself in increasingly vulnerable positions when cleaning my office while I was in there. I recall one day when she had worn an electric blue pair of the infamous cross pattern leggings and cleaned under the large cricular desk on all fours. I could make out everything. Despite being a single mother, her body had remained insanely tight and from the looks of her camel toe in the aforementioned leggings, so had her pussy. Andrea kept looking back at me, glancing at my obvious bulge. A bulge for which she could claim full responsibility.
She seemed intent on making me act up, but unfortunately for her, she had to go to Romania to care for her sickly mother. I consider myself very lucky, as I was sure that if she'd teased me one or two more times, or even been ever so slightly more forward, I would have pulled those leggings down to her hamstrings and emptied my full load inside of her. The thought of her travelling back to her flat with my cum soaking the inside of those leggings never failed to get me rock hard and was often the inspiration of my after work wank sessions, even after her departure.
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One Monday morning, about a week after Andrea's departure I was happily making my way into work. Even despite being rejected by Hayley the previous evening. Her words were, "If I've got to carry your kid around inside me, then you should have no issue carrying that full nutsack around with you" Weekends were tough as I rarely had the opportunity to empty my balls, as Hayley was always planning shit for us to do. Not fun shit! For this reason I often longed for the sweet release of Monday evenings tug.
The intense heat continued and short sleeve shirts and shorts were permitted for the time being on site. The Monday morning routine was running as usual. The only difference being that the electricians were set to start on site today. I really couldn't add much more to my workload so I contracted a firm of which the Managing Director had been a trusted former colleague of mine. He had spoken to me the week prior to assure me that he was sending over his best sparky along with a capable apprentice.
I arrived at site to see 2 vans bearing the name of the electrical firm that I'd brought in. I walked through the site entrance and heard a female voice address me from behind. "David, Right?"
"Yep! That's me." I replied before fully turning to face them.
"Remember me?" She said.
I couldn't believe it! I did remember her. I remembered her very well.
"Connie?" I uttered.
Connie and I had matched on Tinder years ago, in 2018, just before Hayley had come back into my life. She had since switched companies and, much to my surprise, was now going to be on my site every day for the next year. Back then, I had decided to break things off with Connie saying that the timing was all wrong for me. She was upset but understood completely. She was from the south coast but travelled into London for work every week and went home at the weekends.
Connie was not just a random Tinder girl. The conversations that Connie and I had enjoyed were of a highly sexual nature before we had even met.
This was actually the first face to face encounter.
She used to send me photos of her wearing her new lingerie and amazing videos of her soaping and oiling her hefty breasts whenever she had a bath or shower.
Damn! I wanted to fuck her so much back then!
Connie stands at 5 foot 8 inches tall, is a chubby girl with pale skin and long red hair. She is blessed with 34GG breasts. Facially, she's a refreshingly attractive girl with freckles and always modest yet flawless make up; make up which really made her blue eyes pop.
She is almost the complete opposite to Hayley, who was short and hardly busty.
The videos and photos recieved from Connie were not one way traffic though. She'd seen numerous pictures of my 8 inch cock and even a video or 2 of me stroking it from tip to base.
She'd always told me how bad she wanted me to stretch her 'innocent little hole'. She'd also confessed to being 'instantly wet' at the sight of my girthy cock and always told me that she'd never had a well endowed partner before.
But now, here we were! Forced to act professionally and me with a child on the way. Life is cruel!
She was accompanied by her apprentice. A 21 year old, straight out of College, called Kieran. He told me his surname, and I recognised it as it was the name displayed on the side of their vans. I quickly deduced that he is the son of the managing director of the electrical firm.
I had him figured out immediately! A real silver spoon kid with a bad attitude and work shy.
He must have been 10 stone, soaking wet. And coming in at 5 foot 4 inches, about 9 inches shorter than me. He had thick dark hair and eyebrows with light brown eyes. That paired with his feminine jawline, made for a none too threatening character. I imagine he probably did ok with the ladies though.
We all shook hands and Connie said "We'll catch up later!"
She glanced down at my crotch and gave me a devilish smile. Needless to say, blood started rushing down to my cock and I knew that this was going to be trouble.
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For the first few days, our conversations were strictly professional as I'd managed to avoid any situation where we were alone together. I had mentioned that I was with someone and we were expecting a child. I made the mistake, however, of mentioning Hayley's name and Connie picked up on it immediately.
"Hayley who left you for some older guy?" She asked.
I confirmed, remembering that I'd told all to Connie and used Hayley's infidelity as an excuse to convince Connie that it was only some kind of FuckBuddy that I was in the market for.
Connie then let me know that she was still single. "No Ex boyfriends worming their way back into my life" Was how she phrased it.
She delivered her words in a fashion as if to tease me, whilst making sure that I knew that she was still sexually available. Her smile was always so mischievous. I'd told her years ago how much I loved being teased, and she was an absolute expert.
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As the heatwave continued into that week, Connie's clothes became lighter and more revealing. She'd sweat so much one day that when I went in to view the flat she was working on, her white V neck Tee had gone almost completely see through. I could make out the purple padded bra that so gloriously framed her giant tits. They seemed to defy gravity. I was walking clients and potential buyers around on that occasion and she caught me gazing down her magnificent cleavage. She didn't say a word, just smirked and carried on with what she was doing.
I returned to the flat an hour later with a 1.5 litre bottle of water, chilled in the fridge of the closest corner shop. To my disappointment the flat was empty. I then felt 2 hands grab each cheek of my bum. It was obviously Connie and I remarked, "Easy! Could you imagine if I did that to you?"
She knew we were alone.
"If you were to do it up here, all alone, you'd probably get away with it. No one would believe little old me." She took the bottle of water from my hands and drunk 3 or 4 mouthfuls.
"That's probably not all you'd get away with." She said with a tone that sent shivers through me. All I could do was chuckle, lost for words. I'd worn a pair of looser fitting chinos that day in an attempt to allow air to circulate around my crotch. They had achieved the desired affect, but it also meant that there was nothing to restrict my throbbing cock from protruding to an obvious point.
Connie glanced down at the clear outline of my helmet and her eyes widened. She went to bite her lip but managed to control herself. Despite the padding required to contain a set of breasts her size, her nipples were trying to poke through. 'They must have been so hard', I thought.
All I could imagine was tearing that shirt down the middle and whipping my cock out. I just knew that bra was pushing those tits together, forming a perfect little sweaty cavern for fucking. I imagined cumming hard with her mouth around my tip, her eyes widening in shock at the size of my load.
Fuck! She looked amazing glistening with sweat!
She held the bottle up at face level and asked, "Did you, uh, come up hear for anything else?"
