When I was eighteen, I had a job working with my uncle laying driveways and patios. It was a legit company that charged rich homeowners a fortune for a top-quality job. It was hard work, but the pay was good, and the job had prospects.
On one particular contract ten of us were laying a huge driveway for a rich couple. The husband was a leading heart surgeon, the wife a surgeon specialising in spinal injuries. It was a ten-day day job, and we were on day seven. The job was going well, we were ahead of schedule and looking forward to a bonus, when the couples' youngest daughter, Milly, arrived home from a holiday somewhere hot.
Milly was absolutely stunning, two years older than me, long-legged, good-sized tits, an arse to die for with a gorgeous face, long black hair and green eyes that seemed to be laughing all the time. Of course, all the guys lusted over her, making all kinds of comments when no one was listening.
At tea break that afternoon I was sent to get some water from the tap near the greenhouse but as I reached it the girl waved for me to go inside. Blushing, I did as asked. She grabbed me, pushed her lips to mine and undid my jeans, pulling out my cock. It was already hard. Without a word she sat on the edge of a table, lifted her short skirt, showing her pussy, thick with black hair.
She took my cherry that day. Bobby Seager, the other junior, was sent to find me, he heard the grunts and groans and looked through a window to catch a glimpse of my bare arse. By the time I got back I was a legend with the gang.
Next day I was reassigned to her. Turns out she had asked daddy if I could help her with a garden project she had in the vast estate. He agreed to pay double bonus to all the lads if they would agree. My legend grew as high as my popularity with the others.
Those next days were heaven for me. For three days we had almost non-stop sex. Every position was explored. I once went down on he for two hours, she had cried with the pleasure my mouth gave her yet still craved my cock. Being so young I was ever ready, always eager to oblige.
The lads were so happy with me, they had a whip-round so I could take her somewhere nice for a meal. After the last fuck I asked her for date. She laughed in my face.
She told me bluntly but kindly that I was her fuck buddy, a bit of rough she could play with, a friend for fun. She was to be a surgeon and would marry a surgeon. This was a big responsibility, she needed something to vent on, I was to be that person. My pride should've been hurt, but I understood. I'm from the council estate, a council rat, I would never fit in with her life.
The lads and I spent the whip-round in the pub, got steaming drunk and had a great laugh. She sat in with Daddy, listening to Beethoven.
We'd swopped numbers and she kept in touch. We'd meet up a few times a month, more if she had been away and have simple mind-blowing sex. There was aways text messages and calls late at night. Sometimes she would cry and say she loved me but then she would be back to normal the next day. This has been going on for almost four years.
A few months back she took me home, announced I was her boyfriend, that he was in love and wanting to get engaged. Mummy and Daddy had smiled, told the cook to make this weird bread without any crusts and filled with some shite from the sea, that had long words which sounded like you were being sick.
When Milly asked if I could stay the night her Daddy had almost swallowed his wineglass. Mother ushered daughter to another room and loud whispering began. Daddy looked at me with evil intent but never spoke a word. This lasted for an hour. Milly broke the silence, she stormed in crying, saying she was ashamed of her parents. Could I go, she would speak with me the next day. As I began the long walk down the drive she shouted.
"I love you my darling, I will be your wife."
I heard nothing more from her for two months when a text came saying she would pick me up.
She arrived in a brand-new Range Rover with a personal reg that cost more than my mother's house. The street must have thought a new drug dealer was in town.
"I've not tested the back seat out yet." She said when I told how much I loved her car. "It was one of the payoffs for not marrying you." I laughed with her.
She drove for about two hours into the country to find a place we could eat a picnic together and catch up. It was a random adventure, she turned off the main road, drove a little longer then turned into a county lane. Seeing some woods, she pulled over and leapt out.
The sun seemed to bring out her loveliness. She wore a yellow boob tube and black bra. Her stomach was bare, her long tanned legs reached to a small pair of shorts that looked old, but I bet cost a fortune. I'd expected to bounce on her straight away as she always wanted but she had other ideas. We carried the picnic into the woods and found a wide-open space we could lay the blanket down.
She put the food out, there was a lot of it and then began to cry. She had news.
She was engaged, the wedding was just before Christmas. He was a surgeon five years older, but he had other interests. One of his companies was about to begin building a new village of houses all well over the million-pound mark. Hubby had said I would get all work for driveways and patio's if I set up my own company.
