Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Hard Hat Lust (MF, cons)
Date: 31 Oct 1995 01:51:16 GMT

			    Hard Hat Lust

	I was just finishing up some last-minute details at the
construction site where I work. As I finished hammering a nail into
place, I saw a car pull in the lot. I recognized the car as belonging
to Tracy, our Safety Director. It was strange to see her at the site
at this late hour, and especially wearing something over than the tan
coveralls she normally wore.

	She was a beautiful blond with long legs sheathed in short
silk dress that barely covered her thighs, and curves that looked like
they had been sculpted by Michelangelo. She sauntered over to me, her
high heels raising dust in small clouds.

	"Hi, I didn't realize anybody would be working this late," she
said. "I was on my way back home from a dinner party but wanted to
stop and get the latest safety report out of my desk to read before
tomorrow's meeting."

	I told her that I had a few more nails to hammer in and then
I'd be done for the night. She walked back with me to keep me company
while I finished my work. Tracy had normally kept her distance from
the men at the construction site but had always been very friendly
with me. We chatted for a while as I went about my work and I learned
that her boyfriend had gotten drunk and she had left the party in a
fit of anger. As I pounded some nails into a window frame she leaned
in, getting so close that I could feel her warm breath across the back
of my neck and her breasts brushing against my shoulders. She seemed
in no hurry to leave, so we kept talking.

	When I finally set down my hammer, I turned and caught sight
of her raising her dress to adjust the tops of her stockings. A
luscious expanse of creamy thigh was revealed to me. I nearly came in
my jeans just staring at her. She looked up at me with an innocent
expression and said, "Damn, these nylons always snag. I prefer things
that never sag. Don't you?"

	With those words, she walked over to me and boldly grabbed the
bulge in the front of my jeans. I couldn't help but let out a groan,
and Tracy seemed delighted with what she found. She ran her tongue
over her soft lips and slowly unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to
my ankles. My hard cock was totally exposed to her eyes.

	"I think everyone who works here should be rewarded," she
purred, slowly kneeling before me. "But since you're the only person
here right now, you get to accept the reward on behalf of your crew!"

	She reached up and gripped my cock, stroking it gently before
opening her mouth and flicking her tongue across the tip. She lapped
up stray drops of pre-come, savoring them like fine drops of wine
before bathing my tongue with her warm saliva. Suddenly she dove
forward and devoured my entire shaft. I moaned with pleasure as she
expertly sucked my cock.

	She hummed hungrily on me while I cradled the back of her
bobbing head. Her lovely mouth worked incredible magic on my dick. My
cock throbbed and pulsed as she dove up and down on my aching tool.

	Tracy groaned sensuously when I finally let loose. I grimaced
with pleasure as my steamy seed spurted deep into her throat. Tracy
was up to the task, swallowing down every drop that shot from my
twitching shaft's hole.

	When I was done, Tracy stepped back and pulled up her dress to
reveal her french-cut black lace panties. She hooked her fingers in
the sides of the panties and slowly pulled them all the way down her
legs. Then she sprawled out on her back in the middle of the dusty
floor, begging me to fuck her.

	I moved between her thighs, aiming my instantly rejuvenated
cock towards her pouty, pink folds. I entered her fast, feeling a sea
of tight wetness and the incredibly strong grip of her vaginal
muscles.

	"Umm, so hard, so good. Make me come, too!" she urged as I
began thrusting deep into her fiery cunt. I could feel her firm
breasts pressing against my chest with every downstroke.

	We came together in a violent eruption. I exploded a thick
flood of cum deep in her hungry pussy just as Tracy thrashed through
her own wild, bucking orgasm. "Yes, pump it all inside me!" she cried
as she pounded her high heels against the dusty cement floor.

	I hated to finally pull out of her, but I knew I couldn't stay
inside her forever. As we both straightened up our clothing, Tracy
said, "I'll tell the boss what a fine and dedicated foreman he has
hired. I hope he'll send me back more often to check on your work!"

	"Me too," I replied as she drove away.