He pulled me up and said, "Okay, I think you're ready for tomorrow."Saturday was uneventful until about 9 pm when we left to go to The Standard. John ...ad me wear a little white tank top, black leather skinny jeans and black heels. I topped it off with a black satin jacket.We got to the bar on the roof and ordered drinks; Knob Creek neat for John and a Chopin dirty martini for me. We sipped our drinks and I dripped in anticipation. I noticed John was excited too as I reached down and stoked his. I crawled down between her legs and licked two of my fingers, getting them wet. They slid easily into her already wet pussy. I slid them in and out until she came for the first time. ”oh fuck yes,” she moaned quietly as the orgasm shuddered through her body. But I wasn’t done yet. I pulled my fingers out of her and slid down even more, until my face was even with her cunt. I stuck out my tongue and tasted her pussy. It had a musky taste, but not bad. It was almost sweet tasting. I moved my. The Builder's Van.The sound of the white van pulling up behind her went unnoticed, till she heard the voice of a young male. Turning she saw the builder's van and a man approaching. In his early 30s, stripped to the waist, wearing khaki shorts and builder's boots, his tanned and muscular body sent a shiver through her. His hairy chest set off his six-pack, even as it, too, glistened with perspiration in the heat of the day.“Problems Mrs.?” came the voice.“Yes. The engine just made a thud and. . something made her giddy. She swore off men a year earlier, when she broke up with a married stockbroker. What was I thinking, she kept asking herself. I was so stupid. She pushed the memories away. Then she heard that Daniel — sweet guy, Jewish, chased her around Princeton but never caught her — had answered the class plea for volunteers. She smacked her lips in the mirror. The shading was understated, but noticeable. She drew in the faintest hint of eyeliner — nice. Before she called.