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The Bad Luck Bombshell
by SoftTouch (david19604@comcast.net)
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A construction worker meets a beautiful jogger in the
park and gets lucky... or does he? (MF, fantasy)
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It was about 7:30 on a cool spring morning in mid April
as I exited the cab of my Chevy pickup. It's too early
to be making this much noise I thought as I fired up
the reluctant air compressor that was towed behind my
truck After putting on the cold, stiff pair of leather
gloves that I had pulled from the toolbox, I began
dragging out the two hundred feet of inch and a half
rubber hose that it would take to reach the broken goal
post that I was there to replace. After stretching it
across the lawn, I returned to the vehicle, got a
thermos from behind the seat and poured myself a cup of
the hot coffee.
As I stood leaning against the fender, drinking my
heavenly brew, I noticed a woman jogging towards me
from the other side of the park. As she grew nearer, I
could not help but notice her very athletic build.
"Good morning," she said as she whisked otherwise
silently by in her clean white T-shirt, red jogging
shorts and sparkling white Nike running shoes.
"Wow!" I thought to myself, turning to watch her long,
slender, darkly tanned legs carry her away, as the
morning breeze stole from my grasp the faint scent of
her perfume.
Swigging down the last drops of my warming refreshment,
I screwed the cap back on my battered green decanter
and threw it on the seat. Dragging the ninety pound
jackhammer over the side of the truck, hoisting it to
my shoulder, I walked to the site of my awaiting task.
Deeply involved in the battering of the concrete and
rebar that surrounded the stubby post that I was
removing, I was somewhat startled as in a flash from
behind me the same woman ran full gait past me on the
jogging path nearby, her muscular thighs pumping hard,
her long, blonde, pony-tailed hair swishing from
shoulder to shoulder as she flew by.
I released the cold steel paddle that controlled the
airflow, and the thundering jackhammer came to a silent
halt as I watched her fading into the distance. Having
heard the noise stop, she glanced over her shoulder and
waived a hand in the air without ever breaking stride.
Getting warm now from the toil at hand, I removed my
denim jacket, laid it on the ground a few feet away and
went back to work.
The next time she came around the track I had seen her
approaching and stopped hammering before she got there.
Her T-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to her
ample bosom which was held firmly in check by a black
sports bra. Her speed had lessened somewhat as she
passed by smiling. Again she glanced over her shoulder
as she departed, knowing fully well that I was checking
her out.
After adequately breaking up the concrete and cutting
all the rebar that reinforced it, I unplugged the air
hose, lifted the jackhammer back to my shoulder, took
it back to the truck and returned to my work pushing
the wheelbarrow from the truck. I made a half dozen or
so trips to and from the truck with loads of broken
concrete. Removing my now sweat soaked shirt, I wiped
my forehead with it, and threw it on top of the jacket
on the ground. I was about to load the last few chunks
of rubble when she approached again.
When she was a dozen or so yards away she slowed to a
walk. As I stood to greet her I could not help but
notice that she too was checking me out. "Good morning
again," I said as she stopped in front of me. We stood
there talking for probably ten minutes conversing about
the weather, the park and whatever.
She relayed to me that she had divorced her abusive
husband 2 years ago, and really needed to have some
work done at her house. I told her I would be glad to
come by and give a price to do some of the work for
her. She asked me for my business card, upon which she
wrote her name and address, and then handed it back to
me. I told her I would stop by about nine the next
morning. She thanked me and turned to jog away.
The next morning I arrived at her home just as she was
returning from her morning jog. She asked if I would
mind waiting while she took a shower. I kicked off my
dirty boots at the door and followed her into the
house, where she immediately kicked off her shoes,
started peeling off her socks, shorts panties and
shirt, leaving a trail of discarded clothing as she
walked toward the bath and closed the door behind her.
I took a seat on the living room sofa, waiting for her
to return. I listened to the water in the shower
running for a few minutes, when I heard her yell
something from behind the closed door. I moved closer
to the door and yelled that I hadn't heard what she
said. "Get in here now!" she yelled in a frantic voice.
I slowly started to open the door and peek in to see if
she was alright, when from the other side she jerked it
open, and stood there with her hands on her naked hips.
"I need you to look at this right now," she said, as
she grabbed me by the belt at my waist and led me
across large tile laden bathroom directly into the
running shower. I was chuckling in amusement as she
pushed me against the wall of the shower and began
unbuttoning my now soaked shirt, which she promptly
threw on the floor. Throwing her arms around my neck,
her breasts pressed firmly to my chest, she said, "I
need you to scrub my back for me."
Taking the bottle of 'Delectable Pleasures' sun-ripened
raspberry shower gel from the cove in the shower, I
slowly began rubbing her back and shoulders into a
slippery lather. She clung tightly to me as my fingers
caressed her soft wet skin and I kneaded her firm buns
with my hands. She sighed softly as she released her
grip around my neck and slowly turned around facing
away from me.
With arms extended she leaned against the wall letting
the warm water run over her head and chest as my cock
stood erect within my soaked jeans, and I continued
running my hands up and down her sides and thighs. Her
head leaned back against my shoulder as I carefully
cupped each of her firm breasts in my hands and fondled
them. A pleasurable moan came from her lips as my
fingertips gently circled first one and then the other
of her erect nipples.
She turned again to face me, wrestling with my belt
buckle and zipper, rubbing her hand up and down my hard
cock through my drenched pants, when suddenly...
I was awakened by movement nearby. The startled woman
awoke in her hospital bed and I leaned forward in the
chair I was dozing in at the corner of her room. "Where
am I... what happened? W-why are you here?" she asked
in a flurry of confusion.
"Just calm down," I said. "You fell in the park, were
and unconscious and bleeding. I called an ambulance and
followed it here to make sure you were alright," I
explained.
She then asked, "Why would you go to all that trouble?"
I explained that when she had turned to go back to her
jogging, she had tripped over my air hose, fallen on
the ground and knocked herself unconscious.
Apparently I had fallen asleep and was dreaming while
waiting for her to awaken.
About nine months later, this beautiful, sexy woman was
awarded $425,000 in her lawsuit against me. I never saw
her again. I assume she had someone else do the repairs
at her home.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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