All in a day's work, part 1 - Sex Stories

All in a day's work, part 1

It’s all in a day’s work.

This story happened when I was in high school. I was working as a laborer, clearing off the wooden forms from a fresh concrete slab that had been poured for a new house under construction. My buddies and I got the job from the guy’s father, and we were happy to have the work. The builder had us pull the wooden forms and take out the nails and restack the wood so they could be re-used when building the foundation for the next house on the street. This was in a new neighborhood where some homes were completed, and more new houses were under construction. There were already some homes finished and families had moved into them.

This was a good paying job for a young teenage boy. I was tall and lanky and very athletic since I was on all the school sports teams. We worked hard and fast, because we wanted to keep getting called by the man who hired us to come out each weekend to bust out forms. We were probably cheap labor for him, but we didn’t think of stuff like that at our age.

One Saturday, a car pulled up to the curb of the site we were working at. I had just dragged a pile of 2x4’s to the road and was standing there, wiping the sweat from my face with my untucked T-shirt. A typical urban sedan slowed down and stopped right where I was standing. The window rolled down and there was a woman driving. She beckoned me over. I said hi, but I was quite shy and did not say anything else. She told me she had just moved into a house in this ...

... development and needed help moving boxes. She asked me if she could pay me to help. I was not going to say no to some extra cash, so I said OK. Besides, she was an attractive lady, from what I could tell. She wore black rimmed sunglasses that made her seem a bit mysterious. Still today, I can picture what she looked like, in my mind, as her car window rolled down. She said her name was Carol, or Carla, I don’t recall now, but that is not important. I will refer to her as Carol for this story.

Carol asked when we were done for the day, and I said we’d be done when this foundation was cleared, which would be in about an hour. Carol said “Great. I will swing by and pick you up then”. “OK”, I said, and told her I would look for her car. She smiled, and stared at me, kind of drinking me in, as I thought about it later, then she rolled up her window and drove off.

My buddies came over and asked what she wanted. I told them she was new to the neighborhood and needed help moving boxes into her house. The other guys started talking shit about her looking for a young stud, but I told them no way. I had hardly kissed a girl at this time in my life, so I knew I did not qualify as a young stud. I was an innocent kid. I went back to work, but it was hard not to fantasize about “Carol” after I had time to think about it.

An hour later, I was sitting by my truck, waiting to see if Carol was really going to show up. She did. She said “hop in. I will drive”. I told her my truck was right here, ...