I have a job as a night watchman at a construction project.I have a job as a night watchman at a construction project. It was a quiet night on the eleven-to-seven shift, when some workers came in to do a bit of a tile work. They were bringing in their equipment when I noticed that a beautiful blonde in her early twenties was part of the crew. When she walked over to me and asked where the nearest water spigot was, I sat there not saying a word, running my eyes over her tasty young body. She had piercing blue eyes, huge breasts that bounced wildly beneath a thin, button-down shirt, and a narrow waist. I finally came to my senses and told her I would show her the spigot in one of the backrooms. When we got there, she introduced herself as Cleo and asked if I would connect her hose for her. I would love to connect my hose to her, I thought to myself, but of course said nothing. As I bent down to hook up her hose to the spigot, Cleo leaned over to watch. I could feel her breasts on my back. I was pleased by the firmness of her melon-size tits, and would have been happy to have them pressed against my back for the rest of the night. Cleo returned to her work and I returned to my chair, about thirty feet away from her. She took off her shirt and did her work in a tank top. I got quite a show as she bent down to mix some grout. My cock began to stiffen. I had to make my first hourly rounds early, in order to give the poor, throbbing thing a rest. When I returned, Cleo was arguing with her boss. After a few minutes of this, she dropped her putty knife and walked over to me. |