As well as our house near Manchester, we also own a small cottage near Lake Windermere in the Lake District. It shares a dirt private road with two other cottages and backs onto a beck that flows into the lake.
We'd been waiting months for some repairs to the road, parts of it had become rough and bumpy and there were many deep potholes that had to be avoided. Like us, our two neighbours used their cottages for short breaks and it took some time for us to get together and agree the required repairs. Eventually costs were agreed and a date was confirmed for the work to be carried out. Because Seymour and our neighbours were busy at work during the week, we decided that I would spend a couple of days at the cottage to keep an eye on the road gang. My daughter, Mylene said that she would try to join me for a day if she was at a loose end.
The repairs consisted of a few trucks filled with stones and two young lads. One guy who levelled the road and spread the stone from the stone delivery lorry with a digging tractor with a grading bucket attached and the other who shovelled it into the pot holes and then pushed a heavy machine over it to compact the stones in.
I was just waiting around for a visit from my daughter, who was eighteen at the time and in her first year at Durham university. I found myself staring from the lounge window at one of the young guys working on our road. He only had an unopened high-vis jacket on top so his muscular arms, littered with tattoos, were on show. He had a mass of dirty blond curly hair on his head, well in need of a visit to the barbers. I was starting to let my mind wander, thinking about what his cock would look like and how I'd like to be thrown onto the bed and fucked hard by him.
He had stopped working and was looking around when he saw me at the window. Their lorry was nowhere to be seen as was the digger operator, then he waved and started heading up the garden path towards the cottage.
I had no idea what he wanted, but composed myself as I answered the door to him. He had a clean shaven face with just the hint of stubble on his chin and cheeks. His chest was broad and muscular as he sported an impressive six pack, obviously from his manual job. He had dark brown eyes which stared hard at me as he spoke.
'"Could I be really cheeky and use your loo?" he asked.
Of course I let him. I stepped back and pointed him towards the utility room at the back of the kitchen, which also contained a toilet. As he walked past me I could see the sweat and dust clinging to his skin and I could smell his sweat but also a little hint of deodorant. I was eyeing him up like a horny school girl. I could feel my pussy getting wet.
As he went through the kitchen he left the door slightly ajar and then the same with the utility room door. There was a thin crack through which I could see into the toilet and I could see his right arm from behind as he reached down and pulled his cock out. I could hear the long stream of pee being released and again I wondered how thick his cock might be as he held it. He started shaking his cock to get the dribbles of pee off and then turned side on to me to use a little toilet tissue to dry the end of his cock.
In profile, I was given a perfect view of his manhood. It was dark skinned and hung down beyond his balls. I couldn't help myself and gasped which caused him to turn and look me straight in my eyes. Mortified, I turned away quickly and busied myself clearing some plates away. I heard him flush the toilet and wash his hands before he sauntering out with a little smile on his lips as he approached me.
"Thanks for letting me use the loo. I hope it didn't inconvenience you?"
"It's no bother at all," I stuttered a reply," and you can use it anytime."
Then he put me on the back foot.
'I'll close the door next time," he said, "or leave it open if it makes it easier for you?'
I am so sorry," I apologised, " I didn't mean to look. I am old enough to be your mother and I should have known better. Please, you mustn't think badly of me.
"If you want, I'll show it to you?" he smirked and said.
I gulped and stared into his eyes. I was embarrassed but very turned on.
"How?" was all I could say.
