I must admit to being a horny fucker and sex is never far from my mind, I make no apologies for this as there are few things in this world better than fucking. My job as a self employed carpenter gives me plenty of opportunity to indulge in fucking being as how I'm in and out of houses all day long. For instance, a few weeks ago I took a call in the office of my workshop from a woman who wanted some doors making and fitting to her house. She admitted on the phone that, as she had been trained in arty stuff at college, she was particular about what she wanted and had a few designs sketched out and wanted to see if I could make what she wanted. "Yeah, fine," I said, "come over to the workshop any time you like and we can discuss it." I don't mind this sort of work because sadly it's rare to find someone who has a decent idea what they want. Anyway Avril said she would call when she was passing if that was ok, "if I'm in, it's ok, if I'm out then it's not, though you could phone to check first." Anyway she walked into the workshop late one afternoon, a very petite, mousey woman two or three years older than me. She was very obviously the hippie art chick, little if any make-up behind her large glasses, longish blonde hair with a natural curl in it and a bit of colouring to mask the grey bits, loose T shirt and baggy jeans and sandals on her feet. Not stunningly attractive but fuckable all the same. It might be good to give a quick word about the typical workshop here – for some reason materials suppliers all seem to produce calendars with big titted naked models sprawling over the product being sold. Not that I mind of course, but it would be better if these big titted models actually delivered the products I buy. Anyway there are lots of these calendars all over the workshop walls, I leave them up because I like them and if any one doesn't well, tough shit…
So, Avril came in and introduced herself and said "Gosh, she's a big girl," referring to the girl on the calendar who'd seen fit to leap into a swimming pool in a white cotton dress that was now see-through as she climbed out.
Avril laid her designs on my workbench as I thought about laying Avril on the workbench and we discussed what was going to be possible and I said I'd call and do some measuring in few days. It may have been imagination but I thought that as we shook hands hers lingered just a bit longer than it should and she held my gaze for more than was necessary for a client. I called on her as promised and made my measurements, told her the cost and got the go-ahead. And it wasn't long before I was piling the doors into my van and heading out into the countryside to her place to fit them. Avril lives on a remote small farm, fucking miles from anywhere, way off the main road and up a dirt track, she'd said she'd be out when I got there but the key would be in the barn. Duly found, I un-loaded and began work. She'd been particular about the design of her stuff and had needed several samples to see what the design would look like in wood and eventually we'd agreed and this was the first batch.
Work progressed well until dinnertime and I was sitting down with a cup of coffee when I heard her car return. Avril must have gone into the house by the other door as I heard her coming through, to where I was, from the other side of the house. I was a bit surprised to see her dressed as she was in a very short skirt, white blouse, black stockings and killer heels, so much so that I felt my cock stiffen. As she inspected the work I'd done so far I walked over and asked what she'd thought? She made great play on studying it.
"Hmmmm, I'm not sure…"
These are the worst possible words a tradesman can hear. They usually mean 'changes' and a discussion on who pays.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, but now I see it in situ perhaps a tweak or two might be in order."
I started to say that we'd agreed a price and the work was to her exact designs and that it was difficult and expensive to change stuff, when I felt her hand undoing my jeans.
"Hmmmmmm maybe I can persuade you?" As she said this, Avril released my cock from my jeans and gripped the shaft wanking me gently. "My, aren't you hard," she added as she went down on her knees in front of me and kissed the tip of my cock. She slipped her mouth over the end and swallowed as much of my shaft as she could, I sank back against the door frame and sighed. I could feel her lips caressing me as her head bobbed up and down. She was playing with my balls as she sucked and wanked my cock. I felt her ease up my shaft and I looked down in time to see her running her tongue around the tip of my cock, over the slit at the tip and all around the head. She had my foreskin pulled right back and my shaft glistened with her saliva. "Is that good?" she giggled.
It was all I could do to moan as her mouth covered my cock with hot wetness. Avril sucked and slurped and played with my balls, bobbing her head as she took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could sometimes slowly sometimes fast I lost track of time until I could feel the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm. Avril could sense it too, teasing the tip of my cock with her tongue, nibbling, biting until I felt I couldn't hold on any longer… then she stopped.
"Will you modify the doors?"
"Wha..? What? Yes, yes, anything just fucking suck me," I gasped.
