“Hey, we must be neighbours!”

I looked up from my drink, shaken from my thoughts by the unexpected words.

“Huhh!”

“We must be neighbours,” she repeated, slipping across from me at the table.

“I don’t recognise you at all, sorry.”

“I just heard you adding that drink to room 1421, I’m in 1422, next door to you.”

“Ahhh, sorry, it’s been a tough day, my brain isn’t functioning.”

“I’m Kelsey,” she replied, holding out her hand, while I shook it, I looked at Kelsey properly, very attractive, she looked to be early twenties, but the lines round her eyes told me she was probably 30, very attractive though, jet black hair cut in a short bob, very pale skin, scarlet lips.

“Dave, pleased to meet you, Kelsey. Would you like a drink, it’s on my client?”

“Oh, yes please!”

I waved the waitress over, “could I have another pint please, and...” I motioned to Kelsey.

“Bombay Sapphire and Mediterranean tonic please.”

“Have you eaten?” I asked Kelsey, she shook her head, I liked the way her hair moved, I smiled, “and a couple of menus,” I added to the waitress as she turned away.

“What do you do Dave?”

“I work in construction.”

‘So you’re a builder,” she asked as the waitress brought our drinks, “thanks, I’m looking forward to this ... mmm.” she smiled as she sipped her drink through a stripped straw, “you look like a builder, well-built, hahaha, sorry about the bad pun.”

I smiled, I had to, Kelsey’s flirty smile was infectious, “I’m not a builder anymore, I used to be a brick-layer, hence my build, but you can only work at that job a few months a year, my mates all went to Spain in the winter, building houses down there. I went to college, now I’m their boss,” I laughed, “I’m project managing the extension on the supermarket.”

“Oh really, is that fun work?”

“It can be,” I replied as I scanned the menu.

The waitress returned, “are you ready to order.”

“Whoops,” Kelsey giggled, “too busy chatting.”

“I’ll have the mixed grill please, steak medium rare, loose the tomato, and another couple of drinks, or do you fancy a bottle of wine?”

“Oh,” Kelsey replied, “I think I’ll have the wild boar meatball pappardelle, so could we have a bottle of red please?”

“Scrap the extra drinks, a bottle of rioja please.”

The waitress tapped it all into her little tablet then disappeared, “so you were telling me about work,” Kelsey said as she watched the waitress’ backside.

“It’s OK, stressful at times, especially when the client decides to change things while we’re building stuff, so we end up taking a newly wall down and building it somewhere else, like we had to today.”

“Ahh, I can see how that would be quite annoying.”

“Yeah, quite annoying is an understatement, which is why I’m happy to add your dinner to their bill,” I added with a cheeky grin. “It’s satisfying work though, as you watch the paper drawings come to life on the building site.”

“I bet, is it all burly blokes on the building site, it might be fun to wander down there tomorrow.”

“Hahaha, not anymore, it’s a pretty even mix, we’ve got six girls working on the project, one is my assistant, it’s Debbie’s job to tell the lads off when they do stuff wrong.”

“Really, and they listen to her?”

“They do, she’s one of the most experienced builders on the site, I’ve been working with her for about five years.”

“That’s brilliant, what do the other girls do?”

“Kate drives the crane, that’s a really skilled job, and she’s the best crane driver I’ve ever worked with. She’s not on site at the moment as we’ve no more need for her skills for another few weeks, she’s working in Dover right now, driving a 500-tonne crane. Victoria and Carrie are brickies, and they take no sexist shit of any of the guys, it’s fun watching a new lad turn up and try it on. Victoria has been known to hurl half-bricks at anyone who doesn’t heed their warnings.”

“That’s really dangerous!” Kelsey gasped.

“Yeah, and I’ve asked her to throw something lighter next time, I’m 100% behind the girls though. The old attitudes have to go, these girls are just as skilled as any man I’ve worked with. So, they can’t carry as many bricks in one trip, but they don’t need to anymore, we deliver the bricks to each level with a telehandler.”

“What’s a telehandler?”

“It’s like a forklift, but the forks are on the end of a long arm, they can lift a one-tonne pallet of bricks 20 metres up and place them exactly where you want them.”

“Who drives that?”

“Usually me, although Debbie’s fully trained.”

We stopped chatting as our food arrived, Kelsey looked at her meal and beamed, “this looks amazing, thank you so much.”

I watched as she sprinkled a spoonful of shaved parmesan on top of her meatballs and tuck in. I admired the bravery of ordering a dish with a rich tomato sauce whilst wearing a white blouse.

My mixed grill was great, the thick piece of sirloin was cooked perfectly, they’d replaced the tomato with extra mushrooms, so I dropped a few on Kelsey’s plate. She looked to be thoroughly enjoying her meal.

After we’d finished the food Kelsey nipped to the ladies’ room, while she was away, I poured the last of the wine in her glass and ordered another beer.

When she returned, Kelsey slipped onto the bench next to me and pulled her glass across the table.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but didn’t say anything, I was enjoying Kelsey’s company and was interested in seeing just how far this evening would go.

“So, now you know all about me, what are you doing here, Kelsey?”

“I’m on a training course, for work. I sell software and the company have a new product, so I’m here for a few days learning all about it. Three days I’ll not be getting back.”

While she spoke, Kelsey inched closer until our legs were touching. I didn’t react, pretending not to notice, waiting for her next move, which was only moments away.

“Where are you from Dave, I can’t place your accent.” This was asked as she carefully placed a hand on my knee.

“Here and there, you know,” I replied, trying desperately to keep my voice steady, “I was born in Manchester, but my dad was a builder, so we moved wherever the work was, and I’ve continued that tradition.”

“Stevenage is a long way from home then,” she was stroking my leg now, and her voice had dropped half an octave.

“Not too far, I’m based in Colchester at the moment.”

“Really? I live in Southend.”

“I kind of guessed that, your accent is a bit of a giveaway,” I replied, my voice catching at the end as her little finger touched the tip of my cock.

“I’m not a stereotypical Essex Girl, you know,” she protested as her hand cupped and massaged me through my jeans.

“I’m sure you’re not,” I stammered, “would you like another drink?”

“Maybe a nightcap later ... I was wondering if you’d like to go somewhere a little more ... err ... private.”

“That’s a damn good idea, your place or mine.”

“Your room is closer to the lift,” she replied.

I quickly untucked my shirt before standing, to cover the effects of Kelsey’s increasingly physical flirting.

We walked quickly to the lifts.

Kelsey was on me as soon as the lift doors closed, she pushed me against the mirrored wall, her lips locked to mine as she attacked me passionately.

I prayed no-one else called the lift as we slowly ascended.

We made it to my room safely, Kelsey pushed me onto the bed before my door had even clicked shut. She straddled me, and as she ground herself against my crotch, she unbuttoned my shirt.

“Oh my, I love a smooth, tanned chest on a man,” Kelsey purred as she pulled my shirt open. I wriggled as best I could and pulled my arms from the sleeves, tossing the shirt to the floor.

She started kissing my nipples, I’d never had a girl do this before. I would be requesting it in future.

“Do you have a girl at home?” she asked, her teeth gripping my right nipple.

“Not right now,” I gasped, my cock was painfully erect, and still encased in my trousers.

“Why not, you’re such a hunk.”

“I move around far too much to sustain a stable relationship.”

“So, a girl in every port!” Kelsey replied brightly.

“Not as many as I’d hope,” I groaned as Kelsey pressed herself harder against my groin.

“What about your assistant, Debbie?”

“She’s into girls...”

“Oh really! What’s her room number?”

“She’s on the fourth floor, number 12 I think...” I managed to reply, hoping with all my heart Kelsey didn’t prefer girls, or at least if she did, she waited until she finished what she started before she left.

I needn’t have worried, she carried on grinding and alternated between playing with my nipples and kissing me with a ferocity I’d never experienced before, until, with a scream she came, and she came hard.

Kelsey crushed herself against my crotch, grinding harder as her cries grew louder. She gripped my shoulders, digging in with her nails. I was glad she wasn’t wearing those false talons the girls like or I’d probably be dead now.

As she came down, Kelsey looked around the room, blinking, panting hard.