Thomas was building a new house for himself and had hired some help. One of the construction workers was Emily. She was very good at her work. The only problem was that she seemed to decrease the effectiveness of every other worker at the construction site.
Whenever she was carrying something heavy, everyone could hear the sounds she made. It wasn’t just some grunting you’d expect. It almost resembled moaning. Especially on hot days when sweat was dripping down her body she liked to open up the top of her shirt.
Despite this she never replied to any of their flirts. The others figured that she had to be a lesbian as even the best charmers among them weren’t able to impress her. Many of the workers were nevertheless so fixed at looking her that it caused accidents. Usually they were pretty minor like walking straight into a pylon, hammering their fingers instead of nails or dropping a few hundred grams of wet cement into someone else’s head from top.
But when a forklift operator lost his focus and drove through a window Thomas was furious. After talking with all the workers, he made a decision that others would work during the day while he and Emily worked in the evening. As he was now working closely with Emily he understood why others had trouble concentrating around her.
Even if he didn’t see her cleavage her bum was just as distracting. But he was determined not to make any cheesy moves at her. He saw there wasn’t any point as she didn’t react to them. Instead, he praised her working ethics. Emily thanked him. She opened up a bit and they started talking more during working.
One day Thomas was bringing them some grub for a coffee break. Emily was working on some planks with a sanding machine. As Emily was opening the sandwich wrapping, she asked “So why haven’t you tried to flirt with me yet? Every other guy here has done it several times.” Thomas was thrown off by this question. “Well, all the guys including myself came to the conclusion that you must be a lesbian as you don’t respond to any of their flirts so I thought there was no reason for me to try.”
Emily looked at Thomas and shook her head a bit. “You’ve never heard how dismissive their tone is when they’re talking about me choosing a ‘manly’ profession? I work harder than any of them and they still only see me as a pair of walking tits. On top of that their flirts just have no ingenuity in them. You’re the only one who praises my work around here. So you’re the one person who I’d like to flirt with me. Come on. Let me hear your construction pick up lines. They can’t be any worse than I’ve heard from the others.” Thomas first thought this was some kind of trap but Emily repeated her request.”
He started with the first one that came to his mind. “Are you a nail? Cause I’d like to hammer you down all night long.” Emily gave him a slight nod “A classic. What else do you have?” Thomas though for a few seconds and said the next line “Are you a wrench? Cause you look like you could handle my nuts.” A slight smile rose to Emily’s face. She started walking towards Thomas and said with a seductive voice “Uh huh. And could your nuts handle me squeezing them tightly? You’d like me to touch your level?” Beg you to put your tool into my box?” Did you know my breasts are like bricks? Because I could knock out any man with them by sticking their head between them.”
Thomas was getting aroused by her words and body language but he was still hesitant. “You’re just playing with me, right?”, Thomas asked. Emily answered by pulling down Thomas’s pants. She sticked his hammer inside her and put her arms around him “If those weren’t enough for you to get the hint here’s one more. You must be a forkliftbecause you could move me up and down however you wanted.”
Thomas raised her up by holding his hands on her ass cheeks. Emily moved her legs behind his back. He started to fuck her slowly. Emily wasn’t satisfied with the pace. “When I said you were like a forklift, I didn’t mean its speed. I’m not going to break like that glass window. I want you to pound me like a jackhammer.” Thomas accelerated his thrusts until his hands were getting tired of holding Emily on his arms.
Thomas laid her down on the table with such a force that sawdust started to whirl around them. “I should have known you’re not a lesbian because they are lousy construction workers”, he said. “What does sexual orientation have to do with my craftsmanship?”, Emily wondered. “Because lesbians don’t know how to handle wood.” Emily laughed. “Now that was the best one I’ve heard in a while.”
As Thomas was getting close, he asked Emily to kneel on the floor. She played with her tits while encouraging him to cum “Don’t hold back the mortar. Spray it on top of my massive bricks.” After that night Emily and Thomas didn’t get that much construction done on the following evenings. But neither of them complained.
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