“I figure you’ll be here for a while, but I have a pretty good budget,” I said staring into the older man’s eyes. There was something familiar about him but I shook the thought away. There was no way I knew him.
“No problem, miss. We can start working Monday morning, bright and early. I can have a couple of guys out here every day until the work is complete. As long as there are no hold ups, it shouldn’t take much more than a couple of weeks.”
“Sounds good, sir.”
“Mr. Banger, at your service. I will personally see to it that you get personalized service. I’ll have my son and his crew out here first thing next week.”
“Thank you.”
Me and Jonah camped out in that old house, cleaning out the things my grandmother left behind, giving a lot of it to charity and keeping old keepsakes to store in the attic until construction was finished.
When Monday morning came, I knew why Mr. Banger had a familiarity about him.
“You’re never going to believe this,” I said, grabbing Jonah’s hand and pulling him to the front window. “See that extremely gorgeous guy at the back of the van?”
“Yeah.”
“Take a wild guess who it is.”
“How would I know? I’ve never even been here.”
“It’s Donovan.”
He gasped. “Don Juan, the football star?”
“Yes.”
“You tagged that??”
“I did.”
“Holy shit! What are the odds that he’s back and will be working on your house?”
“This is crazy.”
“You look flushed.”
“I feel like that freshman in my room again. I wonder if he’ll remember me.”
“Let’s find out.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door, dragging me to the van.
“Good morning,” he bellowed.
Donovan glanced at each of us, nodded and smiled without a word.
“This is exciting,” I said, stepping closer to him. “I can’t wait to see what the place will look like after you’re done.”
“Leave everything up to us,” he said as he carried his tool boxes toward the house.
I shook my head. “He looked right at me.”
“You have changed a lot since your high school days. I wasn’t the only awkward teenager, ya know.”
By the afternoon, I was tired of trying to get Donovan to notice me, again. Jonah went to the store to buy dinner and I went up to my old room and walked out to the balcony to think. The neighbors were out in their back yard, working in their garden when a familiar feeling interrupted me. What are the odds that the same family still lives there?
I glided my hand up my stomach as I leaned against the balcony wall. A dark haired man was busily working along the edge of the pool and I imagined him looking up at me as if I had called his name. I heated up and moved my hands over my body. Neighbors within view, Donovan back in the house; who would have thought I’d be here again?
I cupped my breast feeling my nipple harden through the thin fabric of my light blue summer dress. I turned my back to the neighbors and closed my eyes as I caressed my body. Arousal began between my legs and slowly spread within me, my fingers pulling my dress up my thighs. I slid my underwear down enough to expose my pussy before turning around. The wall blocked most of my body from view, but the idea they could have seen was enough to get my fire flaming. I massaged my fingers through my pubic hair and slid a finger between my lips. My head went back at the first feeling of orgasm that threatened my sensitive clit. I rubbed my breast as my other hand moved back and forth over my pussy, my fingers slipping inside. I put my foot up on a chair and opened my legs, imagining the neighbors could see everything and watch my every move. It made me hot.
My orgasm built quickly as I moved my fingers across my clit and back inside my pussy. I pinched my nipple and bent over the balcony wall the same way Donovan did over ten years ago. When it hit me, I opened my mouth and fingered myself as my body jerked with orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw a man standing at the edge of his house staring up at me. It was the dark haired man by the pool. My first thought? Is he the same boy with the binoculars from my younger days?
Chapter 3
After some pretty bold hints and a few days into construction, Donovan still had no clue who I was. I had the perfect opportunity to fuck with him, and that was exactly what I was going to do.
I walked into the kitchen where he and his co-worker, Brett, were pulling cabinets down and hauling them out of the house. I hoisted myself up on the counter after putting my shortest dress on and I crossed my legs.
“So, Donovan, is it?”
“Yes, that’s me,” he said, not looking toward me.
“You grow up around here?”
“I did, born and raised.”
“You look like you were good with the ladies, so muscular and fit.”
I bit my lip as I looked him up and down. It was the first time he looked back at me, and the first time he stopped working.
“I’ve had my fair share of the ladies.”
I pushed my chest out and straightened my back, loving the way it felt. He put his tools down and walked up to me, looking me over.
“You aren’t too hard on the eyes either, darlin’. I bet you have had a boyfriend or two.”
I put my head back, exposing my neck to him as I tossed my long hair over my shoulder.
“I have had a couple, but nothing too serious. I’m still young. I don’t want to tie myself down to anyone just yet.”
“Yeah, I can see that about you. You look like the kind of woman who loves a good time, some good wine, good sex. Am I right?”
“You are.” I ran my hand up my side and glided my fingers through my hair, biting my lower lip. I clenched my jaw tight when I wanted to laugh at the porn feel of the situation, but I was having a good time playing the sexy diva.
“You wanna have a little fun today?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“A good time, some good wine, some good sex.”
My stomach did a flip thinking about sex with Donovan again.
“Sounds tempting. I’ll get the wine.”
I jumped down and grabbed a bottle of chardonnay from the wine cellar and brushed off the dust. When I got back up into the kitchen, I looked around for something that resembled a cup or a glass but realized everything was still boxed up.
Seeing the confusion on my face, he walked up to me and took the wine, opening it with a pocket knife and a good smack on the side of the counter. He took a long slow drink then handed it to me. Lifting the bottle to my lips, I let the aroma of the wine fill my senses as the taste spread across my mouth. I felt damned sexy as he watched me drink it down.
“What about your boyfriend?” he asked, putting me back up on the counter. “Where’d he go?”
“He’s just a close friend and he went into town.”
“I’d like to be a close friend.”
He moved closer to me, leaning his stomach against the side of my thigh. I felt his warm breath on my neck and arousal hit me like a rock.
“I have a confession to make. This won’t be the first time I’ve been in this house,” he said. I looked him direct in the eyes as he nodded confirmation of his story. “It was a long time ago. I barely remember it.”
“Hmm, I bet.”
I tried keeping my disappointment to myself. He obviously didn’t know who I was. It was time to remind him.
His hand slid up my leg and I opened them to let him know he was more than welcome.
“What’s going on over here?”
I looked past Donovan and saw Brett walking over with a crowbar in his hand. When he saw Donovan’s hand inching up my thigh he dropped the crowbar and didn’t hesitate to put his hand on my other leg.
“I don’t think we have been formally introduced.”
“Brett, this is the new owner of the house, what’s your name?”
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p; “Ida Mae,” I said breathlessly.
My arousal flared at the thought of two construction workers wanting me.
“Well, hello Ida Mae! Looks like I’m going to like this project,” he said.
My lips parted and I took in a big breath just before Donovan leaned toward me. His mouth covered mine and his tongue filled my mouth, a moan vibrating through me from his throat. I tried remembering something about the kiss, but it was too long ago. I closed my eyes and melted into it.
My breasts were covered with two hands as another hand rubbed my pussy through my dress. Donovan slid me to the edge of the counter, his hand maneuvering underneath my dress. He grazed my pussy through my panties and kissed me hungrily. I kissed him back with a heavier passion, wanting more. His fingers rubbed me until I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me, edging myself closer to the edge.
I felt his cock bulging from his pants and wondered if it could have grown since the last time it was inside me. I opened my legs as he hooked his finger around the side of my panties and pulled them to the side. I lay back on the counter and he bent down between my legs as I pulled my dress up to my chest. His tongue teased around the most sensitive parts of my pussy and I arched my back and closed my eyes, feeling hands all over me.
Brett climbed up on the counter and hovered over me. He ran his tongue over my hardened nipple, his other hand cupping my other breast, fingers rolling my nipple.
My clit was being stroked by Donovan’s tongue, causing a sensation to wash over me repeatedly like an ocean wave lapping at the shore. His hands covered my inner thighs, spreading me open for his feasting while Brett devoured my nipples, first one then the other. This was one of the most erotic experiences I had ever been through and it lit me on fire.
I held my breath when his fingers pushed inside me, slowly pulling them out to push them in again. The rhythm of his tongue on my clit with his fingers working the insides was enough to throw me into orgasm, but I didn’t want the fun to be over so quickly.
I sat up and pushed him back to climb down off the counter. I wanted to go down on him, but he had other plans. As I lowered myself to my knees, he shook his head and took my hand. He led me up the stairs with Brett right behind me.
“Where are you taking me?”
“There’s a balcony off the girl’s bedroom. I want to see it again. It’s where we were when I fucked her. She liked it when people watched, which was sort of odd.”
“Why was it odd?”
“She was a virgin. I was her first.”
He led me through the bedroom and onto the balcony.
“Were you?”
He nodded, his eyes looking me up and down as he leaned against the balcony wall.
“She never told me she was. I found out after we started doing it.”
“What was her name?” I asked, rubbing him through his pants.
“I don’t remember now.”
I pressed my body into his, feeling his hands on my lower back. He pushed them down to my ass and grabbed me, pulling me into his groin. I looked over his shoulder and wondered where the neighbor was. I saw glimpses of him in the window of his house. I grinned wondering if he wanted to watch again.
Brett sandwiched me in between him and Donovan, his arms wrapping around me and his hands scooping the front of my dress up. I felt his fingers in my panties and I gasped when they started caressing my pussy.
“Donovan,” I whispered almost breathlessly.
“What is it?”
“The girl you were with so long ago?”
“Hmm, yeah?”
His mouth was on my neck, causing a shiver to go down my arms.
“Her name was Ida Mae.”
He leaned back and looked at me, his mouth gaping open.
Chapter 4
“Wait, your name is…. You were that girl?”
I nodded. “This was my grandmother’s house. This was my room.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me? Why didn’t you call or want to go out?”
“Stop, Donovan.” I shook my head. “You don’t have to do that. I was a conquest. I knew that. Now, I’m back for more.”
He hesitated, not knowing what to say, but apparently the idea that I was back and more of a woman turned him on. He kissed me hard and wrapped his arms around me, his tongue pushing into my mouth.
Brett pulled my dress off my body and unhooked my bra, stripping it away and discarding it onto the floor. His hands caressed my breasts while he kissed the side of my neck. He pulled my panties down my legs and I stepped out of them, a wave of arousal hitting me. I was naked, between two hot construction workers, watching them take off their shirts and jeans to fuck me. How could this moment get any better?
When Donovan leaned down to pull his boots off I looked over the balcony wall and saw the neighbor in his window. He stood with the curtains slightly parted, and binoculars in his hands. It fueled me.
I stood between them and trembled at what was next. They both knelt on either side of me and four hands were on my legs, pulling them apart. I gripped the balcony wall and looked to the clouds when those hands slid up my legs to my bare pussy. Fingers were opening me up, caressing around the most sensitive parts, sliding inside me and pulling back out. I grabbed my breasts and inhaled deeply. I had so many fingers dancing around my pussy it didn’t take long to feel my body start to climax. I backed off quickly, working it back down.
“Come here,” I whispered to each of them. I pulled them toward each other until their cocks were almost touching. I stroked each of them, licking my lips and hungering for them in my mouth. I knelt between them as I stroked them and licked each dome. I twirled my tongue around the heads like a figure eight and sucked on each of their heads until Brett moaned. Pushing them together, I looked up at them and then opened my mouth to fit both cocks in at the same time. I pushed my mouth over them until my lips were stretched and twirled my tongue around them. Pulling off, I took a big breath and turned to Donovan. His cock was bigger in length so I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked him into my mouth. Pushing him to the back of my throat, I held him there a moment while I pulsed up and down on it.
“Oh, God! Ida Mae. Suck me.”
I let him fuck my mouth as I opened my legs when I felt Brett’s fingers play around on my ass. He slipped his fingers inside me and fingered me while I enjoyed Donovan’s cock. I pulled it out and turned to Brett to give him the same treatment. I sucked on the head a few times before pushing it in further. He was smaller so it didn’t take as much effort to fill my mouth with his meat. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed himself deeper until I gagged and pulled away.
I stood up as my pussy aching for more action. I felt like such a slut and I loved it.
Donovan moved in front of me and his mouth was covering me, his tongue darting around my clit and causing an orgasm to build very quickly.
I grabbed Brett and kissed him hard, his hands still all over my body. I picked up my leg and secured my footing on the edge of a chair while Donovan feasted on me, his hands grabbing at my ass and his fingers running up and down my crack. He pulled me apart and stroked me with his tongue leaving me panting like a dog. He crawled through my legs as I wrapped my hands around Brett’s cock and stroked him. Donovan stood behind me his hands on my hips and his cock pressed against me. Brett leaned against the balcony and I bent down in front of him to lick the tip and tease him before taking him into my mouth again.
Donovan stood behind me, his cock at my opening. When he pushed it inside I closed my eyes as I remembered being in this very same position ten years ago. This time there was no pain, only pleasure and a lot of it. He pushed himself inside me and started fucking me slowly while his hands gripped my hips. I slid my mouth around Brett’s cock and sucked him hard, pushing it back as far as I could manage without gagging. He sighed and put his head back as I pleasured him with my tongue. I felt like a whore being watched by onlookers as two muscle bound construction workers fucked me and l
et me pleasure them.
I imagined what I must have looked like and wanted to compare myself to the porn stars.
“Best. Fucking. Job. Ever,” grunted Brett as I sucked on his cock, his hips pushing back and forth against my face.
Donovan grunted back. “I’m going to cream in your cunt hard,” he said as he slapped my ass cheek. “Fuck you so good you’ll beg for more.”
“I’m thinking this project could last for weeks,” said Brett. I heard them slap hands and laugh as they continued fucking me from both ends.
“I bet our little fuck toy here could find plenty of projects that need our utmost attention. Isn’t that right, Ida Mae?”
I nodded hungrily and straightened up, keeping Donovan’s cock deep inside me.
“Yes, oh yes.” I bounced up and down on him as Brett came in for a deep throat kiss, his tongue diving deep. His cock pushed against my stomach while his hand cupped my pussy.
“I think our little diva knows what she’s doing,” he said as he fingered me.
“I think you’re right,” chimed Donovan. “Do you like being a dirty little slut for us, Ida Mae?”
Each time I heard him call me by my name, it made me hot. This time it almost made me cum. He pulled out and leaned me back as Brett took his place from the front, his cock easing into me. His hips worked back and forth as Donovan played with my nipples from behind.
“I think she is so good, she could take two cocks at the same time.”
I gasped, afraid to ask what he meant, but excited to try something more. Brett pulled out and they both took my hands and led me into the bedroom where Donovan climbed onto my princess bed and lay on his back.
“Come here,” he whispered, his hand stroking his cock.
I climbed over top of him and hovered until he entered me, stretching me open. He pulled me down on him and moved his hips back and forth.
“You feel so good inside me,” I breathed.
When I felt Brett climb on the bed behind me, I knew what they wanted to do. I scooched my knees up to Donovan’s sides so my butt was sticking out and I gasped when I felt Brett’s fingers on my hole. He leaned down and licked me, then pushed his fingers into my butt. I felt them pull out then get replaced with the head of his cock. I took a big breath and tried to relax as he grasped my hips and pushed forward. The pressure hurt but also sent an orgasmic sensation through my pelvis I had never felt before. He eased himself inside me and I slowly and painfully worked my hips back and forth to accommodate the feeling. When he was deep inside, they both moved slowly back and forth, fucking both my holes with their cocks. The pressure swirled around the pain and the pleasure, making for the most delicious orgasm I had ever felt building from deep inside me and consuming my every fiber.
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