So, those were our experiences fucking women we met on the job. The 18 was the fourth, and unquestionably the best time.
We had an all-week gig to replace the aluminum siding on a house with faux stone. The home was owned by a Korean-American family. They had a teen daughter in high school, Kimmy, a very skinny, bookworm-ish little bitch. Can’t even remember her name. She was forgettable. No, it was her friend Ashley who was the hot piece of ass!
Ashley had recently that fall turned 18, and was a senior in the local high school. Each day after school, she came over to her friend’s house, and I could tell, the girl was checking me out. I was on a ladder, with my tight jeans showing off the equipment in my crotch, and the teenager stood on the ground looking up at me, right at my balls. Of course, I made sure she got an eyeful. Each day, then, she was back after school, bashfully flirting. She wasn’t a talker, but more like, she’d stand there and answer our questions, giggling nervously.
The girl had some kind of tits, let me tell you. Even in her conservative clothing for school, I could see she sported D-cups or something like that. She was decently pretty, particularly if you like Korean girls. A triangular face, sort of long nose, more rounded, brown eyes than Chinese girls, and extremely long jet-black hair down her back. It was fall, so the weather was a bit cool but not cold, so she wore sweatshirts and light jackets — covering flesh, but showing off the shape of her huge tits. Her ass was round but not fat, and I could see from her tight jeans that she had relatively slim thighs. She also wore makeup and big hoop earrings, which her scrawny, nerdy friend didn’t do. I mean, this 18 year old had some teasy looks, and she looked all the better contrast to the other boring, small teen Kimmy.
It was cute, Ashley would stand there asking what we were doing, letting us ask about her classes and boyfriends and that sort of thing, and she’d answer us with grins and giggles. Her friend Kimmy was openly embarrassed and distraught by the flirting, telling her friend “c’mon, we have to go do homework,” that sort of thing. Ashley would linger until the badgering got too bad, then she’d move on with her friend, flashing us cute smiles as she left us to do our work.
Willy looked at me, one day, as Ashley disappeared into the house. “Wouldn’t mind an hour naked with that slut,” he said. I concurred with the sentiment.
It was Thursday, our second-to-last day on the job. Ashley and Kimmy had gotten home from school around 3:30, and Ashley as usual had stopped to flirt with us a good 20 or 30 minutes. Update us on how her tests went that day, that sort of thing. I didn’t give a shit, but I could stare at her big boobs in her t-shirt and jean jacket. It was an unusually sunny day, so my t-shirt was sort of sweaty, clinging to my body. Same with Willy, although his torso is a lot larger than mine. I saw Ashley observing both of us, her brown eyes gazing at the powerful physiques of us two adult men.