Warning - Man at Work!

She's heard about Grady's kinks, now June wants to get jiggy on his toolkit

“Who the fuck is that at this time o’ night?”

Grady shoved his laptop onto the crumby sofa cushion, hurriedly tucking his cock back into his joggers before he answered the door. He was surprised to see June standing with one hand on her hip in the sickly glow from the streetlights. Her long legs looked mouthwatering, while her cropped top made a valiant attempt to restrain her ample bust.

“Alright?” The way she said it was part invitation, part question, delivered in an insolent drawl, accompanied by a sultry gaze.

Grady was confused, and on the alert for some kind of trick.

“You on ya own?” He looked up and down the street, lined with parked cars and a cat fastidiously washing its paws.

“Just little ol’ me,” June’s lips made a little pout, and she tossed her chestnut hair. “Thought you might be feelin’ lonely too.”

Her knock had dragged Grady away from a video where a large-breasted woman was motorboating a wiry, tattooed man, and he couldn’t help ogling June’s pillowy cleavage. His brain could neither comprehend why this hot girl was on his doorstep, or conjure up a sensible response.

“I heard you broke up with Avril,” June turned her pout into a grin.

Grady braced himself for her tearing him a new one or some bitchy teasing at the least. He knew the girls were best friends, but June was silently twirling a lock of hair around her fingers and watching him like a spider regards a fly at the edge of its web.

“She said you wanted her to … do things.” June’s tongue flashed pink as it flicked out to wet her lips. “Dress up, and shit.”

“That was private — between us!” Grady was defensive. Sweat prickled sharply in his armpits and at the back of his knees.

“She’s too straight for that!” June stepped closer, lowering her voice to a whisper near Grady’s ear. The rum-scent of her breath tickled the hairs on his neck to attention. “But it sounds exciting to me.”

His cock went like a broom handle, rising excitedly in response to the young woman’s proximity and her bountiful curves. June seemed as eager to cross the threshold as he was to invite her into his man cave.

As Grady stepped aside and June swept in, he caught a flash of something yellow behind her back. The hall was too gloomy to see clearly, but when they stepped into his lounge he saw she was holding something fabric, in luminous yellow.

“I see it’s prime time.” June indicated the idle screen of his laptop. “You were partying with Rosy Palm and her five sisters.”

“So?” Grady shrugged. “It’s my lamp and I can rub it as often as I want!”

“Well, now you have a real woman to get jiggy with.”

June quickly unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing black thong knickers. When she tugged at her top and pulled it over her head, her melons sprang free, with nipples that quickly tightened to plump berries.

“Get your gear off,” she instructed, “but keep your work boots on.”

Grady was so turned on by June’s mahoosive mammaries and her bossy demeanour, that he shoved down his joggers and underpants in one move. It was necessary to remove his boots to be rid of the clothes, but he obediently slipped his feet back into the heavy-duty leather footwear, encrusted with mud from the building site.

“Oooh, they’re so dirty!” June purred, a lascivious glint in her eyes.

She was shrugging into the high-vis vest she had been carrying. It hung open, doing nothing to conceal her pendulous tits.

“I’ve come to inspect this hole,” she told Grady, “make sure you dig it deep and spread it wide.” She bit her lip while her eyes raked over his lean, buff torso.

“Also your tools,” she reached out to grasp his straining cock, “they gotta be up to the job.”