The Builder / mason

I tell another story here, I begin...
If you are thinking of doing renovation at home, do not believe that it can be so cumbersome and so heavy. You can have your positive side as far as morbo and adventure are concerned. In addition to renovating the bedroom or bathroom, you can renew or awaken your thirst for adventures in terms of personal relationships and by this I mean sex. Yes, you heard correctly. Having a mason or two at home can be something quite morbid, exciting, as you want to call it because after all it is having someone unknown at home that enters your bedroom, in your living room, kitchen, ... anyway , which enters fully into the privacy of your home, which implies that you will not be able to move around the house as you usually do, either in panties, underpants, cheeks, or as you wish as God brought us into the world. I usually go dressed but on certain occasions, who has not walked around the house in underwear or naked after a pleasant shower or after arriving home heated by the suffocating heat it makes on the street in the middle of the month of August? I do, I confess: I have strolled naked at home or in underwear and what does it matter, if one is at home ... But when we have someone at home invading our privacy is different, isn't it? .. ... Would we walk around the house in the same way having a mason getting ready in the bathroom? Haha! I had a mason at home and I did some things that I normally do in the privacy of my home and I think it was quite interesting and fruitful for both parties .... They were about two very entertaining weeks and, I tell you, not at all cumbersome and of course, unexpected, because it was not in my mind that this happened. The fact is that it happened, and because of my husband, everything I have to say, because it was he who did not stop fantasizing about the mason and me as soon as he left and we were alone ...
The day the mason appeared at home, I did not find anything special, as far as physicist is concerned. He would be 30-something, brown, tall and quite formal. Everything was going normally: he went to his homework and I went to my daily work (on vacation) at home. One day I went to offer him something fresh to drink because, really, it was quite hot and when I arrived he looked at me in a different way than he had done it before. His look was bold, cheeky, impertinent ..... I was with a partner and it seems that they were talking about me at that time or that is what I thought because offering the soda was licked and dragged his eyes throughout my body as if he licked me from end to end ..... I left him the soda and went a little upset. My husband was in the living room and he asked me what was going on and when he told him, he started laughing and telling me that he wanted to be with me, that he wanted to fuck me, that he wanted to cum in my panties ..... I told him to shut up, that I didn't know what he said, that was not so. He told me that if he came up and I wanted him to do what he wanted when he left .... Yes, that told me, but this is something that he tells me when we fantasize in bed about a neighbor or friend of his and I did not a lot of case. In fact, from the minute one in which that boy appeared through the door, he kept inviting me to show me in front of him in a miniskirt and to fool everything I wanted .... He even told me to leave my forgotten panties in the bedroom where he could find them to see what happened. Little by little, I went into his game and it seemed very morbid and exciting all that my husband told me and one day I decided to do something: I left forgotten some used panties and a bra in our bedroom, where he had no more I have to find them fully. There in the bed were the panties waiting for you and I hide watching from the terrace, because my bedroom has a door that communicates with the terrace and the bed is perfectly visible. At first, he ignored them or perhaps did not see them until soon he stood in front of the bed. From my position I had it on my back and I only saw that it stopped and stared, I don't know what (I assumed that the panties, of course). Suddenly, he took the panties in his hands, brought them close to his face and began to lick them and smell them pretty. The truth is that they were well used and must have a very good smell because he seemed getting excited: in one hand he had the panties against his face and with the other he began to rub the limb. He had been so excited that he had to lay his hand on his cock! I also felt very excited and took my crotch. It hurt me so much excitement and I felt a great desire to touch myself there seeing him, that at that moment he was lowering the zipper to take it off. Incredible! He knew that I was at home and he didn't care ... What a delight! Suddenly he turned and I had to hide quickly although I think it was not enough. He had to see me, so I recomposed myself and appeared in the living room (the windows of the living room overlook the terrace) and went to the kitchen thinking about the scene I had just seen and with the excitement still down there, dripping was, thirsty for something else ..... He seemed to return to his work and I took a deep breath, prepared a coffee and sat quietly in the kitchen with a magazine. I began to remember all the things that my husband had told me morbid about the mason and it turned out that he was going to be right: he had entered the game, he had fallen into my trap. Remembering the scene I began to feel a great excitement again and although I tried to control myself, I could not: I needed a cock for this disgruntled pussy! I start to say mocked when I get excited and I feel very dirty, as I felt at the time, so I did not think about it and put my hand between my legs this time ready to give me pleasure without caring about anything, and so I began to find my finger on my throbbing clitoris up and down gently, thinking of him ... God, how excited I was! What enjoyment, what you enjoy! Ahh! Ensimismada was that I could not react when I realized that he was looking at me .....
The kitchen door was closed but it is foldable and has a window like that of the boats and restaurants, and there it was, looking out the window as I masturbated to his health .... I was paralyzed, not knowing what to do but with My hand still between my legs. He, neither short nor lazy, opened the door and kept looking at me blatantly without saying anything .... I was dying to have a cock between my legs, I turned to him, sitting there and opening my legs (wearing a skirt) so that I could see what I was holding, and why don't you know what I said? I don't even believe it yet: Do you want it? And I opened my legs even more, pulling my panties apart so that I could see my pussy dripping with pleasure hoping that something strong and hard would give it its deserved. Yes, I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't stop, I wanted him to fuck me .... Everything happened so fast that I don't remember exactly if he said something or not. The fact is that he approached, I got up and without further ado, he put his hand on my pussy and pushed my panties away and stuck a finger in me. Fuck! The finger of a stranger in my pussy! You can ask for more .... I did not run a miracle but if I groaned a lot of pleasure and at this, he also got bto and I backed down, sitting at the table the kitchen. He lowered my panties and looked at me well, down there I say, without even believing what I was seeing. He looked at me and said: I want it ...
Hahaha! What a situation! I was going to fuck the mason in my own kitchen .... Who was going to tell me a few days ago ...... The fact is that given that answer, I had no choice but to use his package to See what conditions I was in, so when I ran my hand through his "bulge" I felt even more eager to have it inside and I started unbuttoning his pants to finally reach into my hand and touch his long-awaited male member ........ ... Fuck, how was it! Hard as a stone, ready for everything .............. How good it was! It is what I thought while I groped her with my hand up and down watching as he moaned with pleasure ......... As my pants got in the way, I pulled it down completely and there he was in all its splendor with that cock (I will not say huge) so appetizing and throbbing. I went back to shaking him and he moaned more, and as I also wanted to, I put his hand on her pussy so that he would do the same with my pussy and thus enjoy the two ........... What a pleasure! His hand, his touch in my pussy was like a revelation, an unknown pleasure offered by other hands that were not usual, of course. I felt that I couldn't take it anymore and I said: Come! It seemed that it was what I was waiting for because I didn't think twice and it penetrated me mercilessly causing an exclamation in me that I even feared I would have heard ........ What a good fuck! On the table with my legs open, there he was getting in and out again and again better and with more desire in my pussy that it seemed they hadn't fucked in his life ........... Ahhh! That I liked! ........... The rhythm grew although he seemed to hold back to last longer even though I asked for more and more, and even grabbed his ass and pressed him against me so that he would keep getting stronger , because I felt that I could not more, that it was going to explode, that I was going to break with pleasure .........: Fuck me! I told him with an unknown and unsettling frenzy as we both moved more and more ......... Ahhh! I run ......... I couldn't take it anymore, it hurt me so much pleasure, I was going to run, and he seemed to be just like me, so he accelerated ramming harder and harder until I began to notice waves of Endless and endless pleasure as I squirmed like crazy while the table crashed into the wall to the point that it seemed like I was going to tear it down ........... Ahhhh! He groaned, spilling all his liquid inside me, hot and thick, abundant, everything for me ...... We both continued involuntarily convulsing because pleasure still invaded us and we didn't want that moment of ecstasy to ever end ... ... Sweaty I look still absorbed, lustful to tell me something but was unable to articulate word. He dripped away, thinking about what had happened, looked back at me, and continued without saying anything. I was still with my legs open and my pussy exposed, also dripping, on the table, saying nothing. He looked at him, I imagine that without believing it, and then he came over to put my finger once more hard while looking at my face with his mouth half open waiting for what he wanted to give me: it was a doll in his hands ...
In the following days, every time I could, he approached me and put my finger down there strong and stronger, as if he wanted to leave a mark for me when he left, until he ran again for pleasure .........