“This is Betsy my lovely date for the evening,” John replied smiling at me.“Betsy, glad to meet you I am Ben the owner of this dump,” Ben said...to me as he took my hand and kissed it.“Hey pops she is my date,” John said giving a little laugh.“Your table awaits you,” Ben replied slapping John on his back.Ben walked us to a table with candles on it. Ben pulled my chair out for me to sit in as John took his. Ben told us he would be right back. I looked around to see that John and I were rather out. I would cum in seconds - like guy number one. I didn’t have to wait long before I felt my dream coming true. Fingers were reaching inside my panties and pulling them away from my body and to the side. These same fingers gently stroked up and down my slit, spreading my wetness from my asshole to my clit. All too soon, the fingers disappeared. I groaned with need. Then I felt something soft pushing against my opening, rubbing up and down. I knew what it was and I was ready - or so I thought. I. I feel his hands sliding up my sides and over my breasts, " let me help you" he whispers . I step back and feel his hairy chest against my back and his hard cock against my ass. " If your helping, This is going to be a long shower" " Thats ok, we've got time for this", he answers, running his hands over my wet body making me shiver. I lean against his chest and rub my ass against his hard cock," So what did you get me for my birthday?" He pushs me forward so that my hands. The site I worked at was as large as a small village and was split between a main work site and an accommodation area that included a large staff restaurant. During the week, the site was chaotic with activity; both during the day and in the evenings when those staying in the onsite accommodation would often party or go out drinking in the nearest town. The weekends were a different story – most people went home leaving, at most, four staff members and an engineer, to keep things ticking over..