I (M) 30 year old ex solider turned builder who workings and lives in the North of England. One of my very first jobs working for a small family building firm was to lay a stone paving outside for a wealthy family who were of Indian decent but born in the UK.
The husband was very successful and worked for a large sporting team, he was the head of the financial department. This meant I never meet him as he was always working away or late. They had 3 children who at the time were all in university so like the dad never had the pleasure of meeting them. I did however get to know the wife very well.
She didn’t work and was always about the house to bring me coffee and an occasional biscuit. She was gorgeous, curvy figure with gorgeous eyes and lips. Long dark hair and a personality which felt warm. I would say late 40’s to early 50’s and wore the maturity well.
One day in the summer sun she was painting in the greenhouse while I was working in sight of her. Due to the hot weather we were experiencing I was in shorts and working shirtless. Which I do often. She similar was working in a small amount of clothes, a slim black vest with red bra straps poking out the top and short shorts which revealed her amazing legs.
I would say I am in conventionally good shape, 6’1 muscular 220lbs. I kept feeling my clients burn into me and when I would look up she would look away nervous hoping I didnt catch her. At around lunch time she nipped into the house. Walking passed me asking “would you like a cold drink” which i ofcourse couldn’t deny. A few moments later I was made aware of her presents due to the noise of clinking ice. Standing up I towered over her, she must have been around 5’4. With one hand she handed me a cold glass of lemonade and in her other she held one of her own.
As I looked down I noticed she had removed her bra what she was wearing moments before. Her nipples stood perfectly in her skin hugging vest. I know she caught me looking and gave me a cheeky smile. The kind of smile that would look innocent if it were not for her eyes which had mischief written all over them. The look set my passion on fire which caused me to become hard. I am a well endowed gentleman which has its problems when you find yourself getting hard. Instantly an very visible perfect outline of my cock formed in my shorts.
Almost like my client could sense this she looked down swirling her glass and paused for a few seconds. There was silence, not the awkward kind of silence but a loud sexual tension kind of silence. We both finished our lemonade bathing in the feeling. I handed the glass back as I did she step closer, instinctively I stepped closer to. The heat between us was unbelievable. We were fixed in that spot for what seemed to be an age. Then she slowly placed her hand on my bare chest and began to run it southwards. She whispered “what I would give to be single” she grasped my member though my shorts before stepping away and walking off with a sping in her step.
The next day was my last day.
She has however phoned me this week for some more work….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l5f43w/unbelievable_sexual_tension_between_a_builder_m
Apologies for the text format I wrote this on my lunch.
I may repost from desktop when I get home so it becomes easier to read.