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.”

I laugh.

my hand, pulling me with him. “But….”

Leave him with it for

opening the doors, his eyes dancing as

“What if

quickly, so they don’t.

the doors closed behind us. The van is half filled

“Gym equipment. We’re expanding.”

I didn’t know

deserves….” He smiles at

think there’s room for me to

need, just bend over,

forward, to feel Michael tugging at my belt, pulling my jeans and panties down

boots,” he comments, fingering at

has set my pussy growling, and already I’m running warm and wet. He probes me with a couple of fingers, rubbing at my g-spot. I gasp, and he claps a

nicely.” There is the rasp of a zipper, and, parting my lips with his fingers, he pushes inside me, test-thrusting a couple of times as he opens

over me, so we are in a kind of ‘spoons’

between little ‘Oooohhs’ and

just trying not to rock the van. Don’t want that seen

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 makes a man

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

me, wipes me with a bit of tissue, tugs up my panties

No-one has noticed. No-one is

the chasm of the river. My Master is there,

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

around. It’s a good five-mile round trip through

the operator, giving him a thumbs-up, then walks to join us, standing

“Going well?” asks Michael.

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

nostrils flaring. He looks down at

Michael grins, unrepentant.

around wildly, at the landscape

Michael eye-points the van.

shakes his head. “Can’t turn

*****

out for the day, Charlotte,” says my Master.

like that. Where are

the mountains, to