The Site Visit  
 

We couldn't open the padlock to the shutters at first. We were uncertain of the key to use on the bunch. Were the alarms set? Could we gain access?

I stood behind him as he fumbled to ease the lock off and access the key pad. As he did so I observed the taut back of his neck and the close crop of his hair. A vague hint of aftershave emanated from him.I felt a surge of blood to my pussy - it positively twitched. I dismissed it. He was history and I wasn't going down that path again I told myself.

The shutter raised and he proficiently opened the access door without hesistation.

Fumbling in the darkness, I flicked the light switch on....and yes, the office needed a lot of work doing. Standing behind him with my checklist I noted down all the equipment on site as he read out aloud. He crouched to read the safe serial number. I was right behind him. God, he smelt good, just like.....no..i didn't want to remember...

'You'd like some fun, wouldn't you?' he said. I wanted to say 'no'as I'd only been married three months but...

'Yes'

I couldn't help myself.

My pussy was pulsing. I felt cold and shivery with anticipation, knowing how much I still wanted him although I'd try to deny it.

'Come here' he said. With a swift movement so, he rolled my fitted black wool dress up around my breasts and flicked a finger around the inside of my black lacy thong catching the edge of my clit.

Pulling my knickers and my warm winter tights to my knees, he started to espertly massage my clit with his fingers, pushing one then two fingers inside me. I could feel my juices flowing.

'Your soaking and you want me, don't you?.. Come on you know how much!'

'Yes...' was all I could whimper as he knelt down betwen my thighs.

'Spread your legs wider. I wanna see you'. I did as instructed as he pushed his stiff tongue in and out, lapping my juice as I squirted all over his face.

'You always were fit and fuckable' he said.

'So were you.' I replied.

I was still recovering from my orgasm when we heard the voices.

'Hello, hello is there anyone there?' We weren't alone...



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