Buying The Virgin Part 1-3

I watch the crane swinging a girder into position, with much hand signalling and shouting from a hard-hatted man below.

“Does it feel exciting?” I ask my Master.

He grins. “It does actually. The pilings and foundations have been in for a few weeks, but this is the first part of the actual structure.”

“How long will it take?”

He rocks his hand. “Should be more or less complete by the time you’re back at Christmas.”

“And your beautiful bridge will join the old and the new parts of the City.”

He gazes down at me. “Do I detect a philosophical edge to that?”

Slipping my fingers into his hand. “You’ve been my bridge between the Old and the New…”

He says nothing, but kisses me softly, a hand on my cheek. Then, “Michael should be turning up soon. We thought you might like to go out for dinner this evening….”

“A farewell party?”

“We won’t see each other for a few weeks.”

“I’ll come back some weekends.”

“I know, but you can’t do too much of it. You need to knuckle down to work once you’re back at college…. Ah, here he is….”

A van pulls up, white and be-logo’ed; ‘Life and Fitness’.

Michael gets out, rubbing his arms, blowing into his hands. “Summer’s definitely over.”

“It’s not that cold,” I say.

“Two months of beach sunshine, and it feels bloody freezing to me.”

I notice his expression, amused. “Something wrong?” I ask.

“I’ve never seen you in a hard hat and steel-toed boots before.”

My Master snorts a laugh. “Get used to it.” Then he gets called away, one of the men shouting questions at him, waving papers.

Michael leans my way, speaking quietly. “You know, you’re giving me fantasies in that outfit that never occurred to me before.”

laugh.

with

happy. Leave him with it

doors, his eyes dancing as

“What if someone

they don’t. Get inside.”

pulls the doors closed behind us. The van is half filled with large

“Gym equipment. We’re expanding.”

I didn’t

able to support my wife in the manner she deserves….” He smiles at

think there’s room for me to undress

bend over, that

tugging at my belt, pulling my jeans and panties down

comments, fingering at me, rubbing my clit. “Let’s just get

romance has set my pussy growling, and already I’m running warm and wet. He probes me with a couple of fingers, rubbing at my

is the rasp of a zipper, and, parting my lips with his

in a kind of ‘spoons’ position, he eases

ask, squeezing the words between little ‘Oooohhs’

not to rock the van. Don’t want

cunt spasms into climax. As orgasms go, it’s not huge, but, bending over, my face pressed against the cardboard, Michael fucking me from behind, it’s fun. His hand clasped over my mouth, he mutters, “You’re not supposed to laugh when I’m fucking you…. It

to be said for tumbling with you all night, visiting the clubs, and being able to fuck you for hours on end…. but there’s nothing quite like the sheer satisfaction of….” he

panties and my jeans, and belts me up again. He pecks me on the cheek. “C’mon, before anyone

has

being eased into position over the chasm of the river. My Master is there, shouting instructions up to the operator

of a thing he’s building there, isn’t it? I’m looking forward to seeing the end

with the bridge built, the work this side of the river can start in earnest. Right now, everything has to take the long way around. It’s a good five-mile round trip through side streets and traffic. Once

Master waves up at the operator, giving him a thumbs-up, then walks to

“Going well?” asks Michael.

to get another geologist’s survey done for some parts of

nostrils flaring. He looks down at me,

Michael grins, unrepentant.

looks around wildly, at the landscape of

Michael eye-points the van.

his head. “Can’t

*****

the day, Charlotte,” says my Master. “A last day together

that. Where are

mountains, to