Chapter 1

Saturday mornings at work are usually a time when we can catch up on any items that have fallen behind during the week, or they give us an opportunity to tidy up the work areas. Well this morning I was in my site office updating the new construction drawings into the hanging storage clips when surprise, surprise Tim, my boss walked into the office. It was unusual for Tim to work on Saturdays, but then his son, Andy, walked in behind him dressed in his Derby County Football Club gear.

"I hope you lot are working hard," Tim said in his usual form of greeting.

"We are three down this morning," I responded, "probably all still pissed from last night."

"Is Bill in this morning? Tim queried," I want him to go and clear some junk from home and take it to the tip."

"Nah, you are shit out of luck, he is one of the three that didn't turn in," I smiled in return as Tim often had Bill doing working odd jobs at his home for him.

"Well it looks as if you're not doing much, so you can take the small truck and go and do it instead of spending the morning filing." he smiled in return, getting one over on me.

"Only if you make it worth my while;... say job and knock?" I hinted, meaning I got paid for the full day no matter what time I finished the work.

"You cheeky bastard," Tim replied.

"Well you can always do it yourself tomorrow instead," I smiled yet again, "I take it you are both going to the match then," looking at Andy kitted out in all of his supporters gear.

"Yeah, all the way over to Manchester as they are playing Man City this afternoon. We are doing the Father / Son thing as I have been in late most of this week. So it is MacDonalds for lunch before the match and then Pizza on the way afterwards," Tim informed me.

"Beats working for a living," I continued our banter.

"Talking of which, get your arse into gear and take the truck up to clear away the crap from my garage and drive. It is all marked up so you know what to take and what to leave."

"Job and knock it is then," I confirmed.

"Cheeky bastard, " Tim confirmed, nodding in agreement.

"Andy, make us a couple of teas while I have a quick look around the site," Tim instructed his eight year old son.

Grabbing the keys for the truck and my own kit I headed out the office to start the drive north to Tim's home.

On arrival I backed the truck down the drive and up tight to the pile of boxed junk outside his garage. After a quick look over all of the stuff in the garage and the back garden to assess which items to place on the truck firs, I started loading it on the truck.

Well an hour later saw all of the crap safely loaded and strapped down ready to take to the tip.

Now it was time to turn my attention to my main reason for being there — Liz.

Liz is Tim's very attractive and snotty wife who looks down on most of us as she feels as the Project Manager's wife she is better than all of us. But she is also my slut after I rescued her from the clutches of a store detective after she was caught shop lifting last year. So now after working hard for her husband I was looking to take some payment in kind in addition to the day's wages I would receive through the firm.

Taking my boots off on the door step, I opened the door and walked into the kitchen. Liz was standing chopping vegetables and she turned as I entered, her eyes going wide in recognition.

"What are you doing here? I thought Bill was coming this morning'" she queried.

"Bill didn't turn in this morning, so I thought I would cum instead," smiling at my own pun.

Liz, quite rightly, looked worried.

I walked up to the sink and started to wash my hands.

"Put the kettle on, I'm ready for a coffee after loading the truck," I instructed gently.

Liz looked indignant, but on seeing the hard look in my eyes she wiped her hands before picking up the kettle and heading to the sink to fill it up.

I stepped back to make room for her at the sink as I started to admire her standing there in a white terry bathrobe that came down to her knees, with a pink satin nightdress hanging down to her feet showing below the hem of the bath robe.

As Liz reached forward and started to turn on the tap to fill the kettle I stepped forward and slid my hands under her arms to slide my hands along the side of her robe covered breasts.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing," Liz screamed, recoiling against me in horror, but finding no room for escape.

"Just claiming what is mine, as you should know. I hope you haven't forgotten," I asked.

"This is my home; I am not 'yours' here. I live here with Tim and Andy. This is my home, now take your hands off my and I won't tell Tim that you did this" Liz scolded.

I laughed as I extended my hands further so that I was just starting to cup her full breasts through her robe and my crotch came into contact with her arse, pushing her up against the sink unit. "I'll keep doing this or I'll be the one telling tales to Tim," I informed her, "I can easily get another job when Tim sacks me, but can you get a new family when he finds out that you are a shoplifter and that you fuck like a rabbit with one of his staff?"

Liz's head dropped in submission when she realized the poor position she was in and that she was mine.

As I continued to fondle her breasts she reached forward to adjust the blinds shut so her neighbours couldn't see in to watch their snotty neighbour being fondled by a workman.

Liz smelt good as I leaned forward to kiss her soft neck before whispering in her ear, "How's that coffee coming along?"

I released her breasts and stepped back leaving Liz in anticipation and trepidation of what was to follow as I walked towards to the kitchen table.

I turned around one of the chairs so I could sit and admire Liz as she flustered around grabbing cups from the cupboard and milk from the fridge. I could just imagine the turmoil in her mind as she tried to imagine what her morning might turn into. Her vegetables were certainly going to be lying unattended for a few hours. Her shoulder length hair flowed down on her shoulders and her hips moved provocatively inside her robe as she bent down to lift the milk out of the fridge. Oh fuck, she was beautiful, and she was all mine.

Eventually for Liz the kettle boiled and she made our coffees before turning towards me carrying two steaming mugs.

As Liz stood beside me placing the coffees on the kitchen table I reached over and placed my hands on her fine hips.

"While the coffees cool down a bit you can sit with me, so straddle my legs and sit facing me," I instructed her as I patted the top pf my thighs showing her exactly where I wanted her to sit.