A New World Part 8 - Sex Stories

A New World Part 8

When I returned to work after our lunch time quickie, I was met with expectant grins from the crew. I walked past them and into the house without a word. Throughout the afternoon, I ignored their questioning glances and conversed with them, only, about matters pertaining to work. When I walked out front to check Sam’s progress, he was bursting with curiosity and refused to settle for just an inquiring stare. “Dude, what happened? Did you nail em both? How was it? Man they were both hot as hell,” he blurted as I stepped out on the porch. “Yeah, they were kind of cute. Looks like you’re just about done out here, huh?” I answered purposely withholding the information I knew he desired. “Cute? They were fuckin hot!” he exclaimed, “What happened? Did they blow you? Did they do each other while you watched?” Part of me wanted to tell him all of the titillating details and put all of his exaggerated tales to shame, but it was just more fun to stay quiet and let his active imagination run wild. “Her door was stuck, I just planed it down a little. Works fine now,” I answered, desperately trying to keep a straight face. “Come on man! I’d tell you,” he insisted. “Yeah, I know you would, but I would never ask,” I scoffed. “When you’re done with the siding, go around and start on the back porch,” I instructed. “Seriously? You went over there with those two hot sluts and didn’t even get a blowjob,” he accused. I shot him a serious look, “They aren’t sluts, and whatever did or didn’t ...

... happen is none of your fucking business. So get your ass around back and start on that porch,” I said, without raising my voice, but advanced on him so that our faces were only inches apart and I was glaring down at him. Sam nodded and slunk around the side of the house without another word. I didn’t know what had come over me, I’d never asserted myself like that with anyone, but I liked the way it felt. A satisfied smile spread over my face as I watched him go. It was about time somebody put Sam in his place and I was glad it was me that did it. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful and the boss was pleased with our progress when he showed up at quitting time. He congratulated me on a productive first day of running my own crew and asked if I’d had any trouble with the guys. I neglected to mention the incident with Sam as it wasn’t really work related, and told him the guys had been great. He seemed pleased and and gave me a fatherly pat on the back before climbing back in his truck. I drove the short distance to Riley’s and she met me at the door, still wearing nothing. “How was your afternoon?” she asked, slipping her arms around my neck and kissing me. Kissing her was always like eating your favorite candy. “It was good and definitely getting better, but I really need a shower,” I answered, between kisses. “But I like dirty boys,” Riley joked while stripping off my shirt. I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, my lips never losing contact with hers. I never wanted ...