Meena was up early again after a restless night. She he had slept only for short periods, and had strange vivid dreams of being naked on a table, being groped by a large group of men. Before showering and dressing she looked out of the window and her spirits fell -- the sky was grey and it was pouring with rain. She got herself and the children ready, then hurriedly gave them breakfast and ushered them out of the door in coats, hats and boots.
As she walked past the site there was not a soul in sight, and when she came back after dropping her kids off it was still deserted, and the site was covered in big puddles and thick mud. The weather must have been too bad for outside work, she thought, and after standing for a while gazing at the site office, trudged home in the rain, sick with disappointment and wet through.
She went to her bedroom and undressed. She normally took her sari off to do the house work, changing into an old tracksuit then dressing up again to go out to the shops or back to collect the children. Today she lay on the bed completely naked for a while before putting on the tracksuit. She closed her eyes and rubbed her clitoris, and felt the warm feeling inside her. She needed something more though -- she craved the sensation of being penetrated. She spotted her hairbrush on the dressing table. It had a thick, smooth wooden handle. That would have to do. As she slid it in, in her imagination it was Eric's grotesque cock entering her.
All day long it rained, and she busied herself vacuuming and ironing to take her mind off her sexual cravings. In the afternoon she went for the children, and there was still no-one at the site. She was irritable with the children and silent with her husband all evening.
After another restless night, the next day dawned fine and her spirits lifted. She decided to break her habit and go to the school wearing the tracksuit and trainers, having learned the hard way that building sites and saris don't mix. It also occurred to her they would be quicker to take off, and with a thrill wondered who she would be exposing herself to this time. She knew she badly needed to have a cock inside her today.
As she walked down the street with her children, she approached the building site, and her heart leapt as she heard men's voices. They were back. She hurried down to the school and after quickly kissing the kids goodbye, almost ran back. This time she walked onto the site without hesitating, picking her way between the puddles, but still getting mud on her trainers and tracksuit bottoms. She found Eric, Leon and Wayne talking with the two guys who had been in the office on Monday. Mike wasn't with them, but she could see him watching her from the other side of the site.
"Hello, boys." she said with a shy smile. "You were not working yesterday?"
"Too wet." said Leon. He looked at the others. He wasn't one for small talk and came straight to the question in Meena's mind.
"Listen, we had a chat after you left Monday, and today you're mine." He grinned at her, and looked her up and down. "Must say I preferred you in the Indian outfit, but makes no difference in the end, it's what's underneath that matters!" He looked at his colleagues and laughed. He put a hand on her shoulder. A tingle ran through Meena's body at his touch. She had had to wait two days, but she knew she was going to be fucked again.
"Come on then, doll." Leon said, and turning to wink at Wayne, steered her to the office door. He opened it and guided her in. Meena's heart was hammering again, with excitement and trepidation. Leon seemed different to the others, confident and relaxed. He shut the door behind them but did not wedge it like Mike had done. She looked around at the familiar room, the scene of her debauchery.
"Stand here." he said, positioning her in the middle of the room facing the sofa. He went and sat on the sofa and slouched back, looking at her. Meena took the opportunity to have a better look at him too -- he was tall, about six feet or a little more, with long dreadlocks. He had a handsome face with high cheekbones, and a small goatee. He narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"Strip for me," he said, "I want to see you naked. Mike didn't get you naked". Meena nodded and took off her trainers. She pulled her tracksuit top over her head, then pushed down the bottoms and kicked them off. She stood in just her bra and pants, breathing fast. Leon looked at the slim little figure in brilliant white underwear, and nodded.
"Nice" he said. "Keep going." Meena unclasped her bra as she had done for Eric, and slid it down her arms to the floor. Leon studied the small firm round breasts and her heaving chest for a while, then looked her panties, already with a damp patch in the crotch. He motioned her to take them off. She slid them off slowly and stood there naked for him. He saw the tidy triangle of black pubic hair, with swollen cunt lips visible. He sat still and studied her body for a while.
When he had seen enough Leon stood up and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Meena looked appreciatively at the strong muscular arms, the deep pecs and the six-pack.
