Shortly after my 33rd birthday, I had begun working for a kitchen design company. The position required that I organise and oversee the installation of the customer's kitchen of choice in their freshly built home. I was the person who was responsible for onsite inspections of the finished product and if I found any defects in the installation, the workmanship or the products then I acted on behalf of my client to ensure they got what they paid for. For the last few months, I had begun working more and more with a company called Hardwood Kitchens who specialised in high-grade natural finishes with a sleek modern look. They were a good company but I was aware that they would still try to slip one past me or cut corners where they could. When I caught something, I would meet with their installation manager on site to show them. Sometimes it required meeting with the actual tradesman too.
Their usual representative at onsite meetings was a confident and quite attractive girl called Alex. I had guessed she was in her late 20's. She was not much taller than me - perhaps 5'4, and had a slim figure. I had admired her generous breasts and firm butt on more than a few occasions. Blonde hair with dark roots fell to just below her shoulder blades, framing high cheek bones and large hazel eyes. A healthy looking year round tan was offset by a set of expensive looking pearly white teeth. Her ever changing fingernails amused me, as did the dirty sense of humour we both shared. I would smile whenever she bit her bottom lip - an indicator she was nervous. I was a little jealous of her long thin legs that would often have a fashionable heel jiggling on the end of them. I had been caught more than once staring hypnotized by the habit, but she had just smiled and kept talking. I will admit that I had entertained some lustful thoughts concerning her. I had been fucked by some hot girls when I was younger, and though I kept that private I wasn't ashamed of my girl on girl history.
Occasionally I would catch myself looking at Alex's full lips and imagine how soft they would feel against mine if we kissed. Daydreaming what it would be like to have her mouth locked onto my dripping pussy as her tongue darted in and out of me. The thought made me shudder. I always enjoyed it when she talked about her sex life. Hearing how she had been fucked silly on the weekend always sent me away with butterflies in my stomach. Visions of what her face would look like as she was getting fucked with a nice hard cock would dance through my head for hours afterwards. Alex was obviously a sexual person but had never mentioned anything to indicate she was bisexual. Only a few inappropriate flirty jokes and a lingering hug or two had ever made me question the possibility. But out of fear of rejection, I reasoned that I was looking for something that wasn't really there. I couldn't summon the nerve to initiate anything with her, but a girl can dream, right?
There had been numerous problems with one recent installation and I had decided that an onsite inspection was warranted. I was to meet Alex and one of the tradesmen there at 10 am. As I was unfamiliar with the area I called her as I drove to say I may be running late.
"Hey it's me; as usual I'm running late," I said cheerfully into the phone as I kept an eye peeled for my exit. "Wouldn't be me if I turned up somewhere on time would it?"
"There's no rush, my day is pretty wide open and I'm just going over something that has caught my attention with Billy." Alex replied.
Billy was one of the new installers Alex's company had recently hired but I had yet to meet him.
"Oh really, what's gone wrong now?" I asked concerned.
"It's nothing that I can't handle, but you know how I like to go over every inch of a project and make sure it's rock solid"
"That's good! You had me worried it was something big. I'll see you in about 20mins" I said happily before hanging up and returning my concentration to the road.
The property was located in a new canal estate development and the homes nearby were in varied states of construction. This particular home was one of the more sizeable builds on a larger block and was at the end of a cul-de-sac. The design was a little ostentatious for my taste but it was on the waterfront and would reek of privacy and wealth when it was finished. It was yet to have any homes erected adjacent to it and as I arrived the estate appeared deserted. There was only Alex's company car by the kerb and an installer's pickup truck parked in the driveway which I presumed to be Billy's.
As I walked up the front pathway I noticed the front door was slightly ajar. I assumed they were inside and let myself in. The brand new door swung quietly open as I stopped to take off my shoes. I removed my sunglasses and placed them in my handbag which I left in the foyer. The home smelled like a new build from the fresh paint and carpet. My bare feet padded silently across the tiled floor into the lounge area where I found the owners had even begun furnishing it. Amongst piles of boxes that had contained appliances, there was a white marble coffee table and a very large leather lounge suite partially covered in a drop cloth. I spun my head to the left as I began to form the words that would announce my arrival to Alex. My lips slightly opened but the words never ended up leaving my mouth. My eyes locked to the sight of Alex's mouth stretched wide open by what I presumed was Billy's simply jaw dropping erection. Her lips formed a perfect seal around the thick shaft while her small hand held the base. She was moving her mouth up and down his slick cock slowly, her cheeks indented from the pressure of her suction. Her eyes were closed as she kept a steady, devoted rhythm. The bulbous helmet occasionally washed over by her full lips, before being returned deep into the back of her throat.
My eyes trailed down her feminine body. She was wearing a white sleeveless top that stopped a few inches above her waist and showed off her full breasts to perfection. Her black skirt was riding up her thighs and I noticed her other hand was buried in her crotch. Her long, tan legs were folded under her as she knelt in front of him. Her smooth, manicured feet nestled together like a frame for her masturbation. I was simply stunned. I felt conflicted whether to alert them to my presence or indulge my awakening arousal. As I stood there like a stone my eyes began to register the other parts of Billy that weren't his big dick. He was 30ish and tall, over 6ft I guessed. Under a short sleeved khaki work shirt, he had a broad chest and muscular arms. They were raised, and his hands were interlocked behind his head. His brown hair was a few inches long but scruffy. His face was tan from the sun and covered in short beard stubble which matched what was surrounding the tree trunk that protruded from his blue jeans. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back at a gentle angle. Occasional moans escaped his throat when Alex's mouth did particularly well.