Buying the Virgin

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. “Dressed like

me with him. “But….” I wave towards

him with it

van, opening the doors, his eyes dancing as he

I protest. “What

move quickly, so they

The van is half filled with large cartons and boxes. “What is all this

“Gym equipment. We’re expanding.”

didn’t

wife in the manner she deserves….” He smiles at my expression,

don’t think there’s room for me to undress in

need, just bend over,

Michael tugging at my belt, pulling my jeans and panties

that’s a fine sight. Love the boots,” he comments, fingering at me, rubbing

and wet. He probes me with a couple of fingers,

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

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

squeezing the words between little ‘Oooohhs’ and ‘Aaahhhhs’ as he works

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

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

night, visiting the clubs, and being able to fuck you for

wipes me with a bit of tissue, tugs up my panties and my jeans, and belts me up again. He pecks me on the cheek. “C’mon, before anyone

has

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

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

start in earnest. Right now, everything has to take the long way around. It’s a good five-mile round trip through

a thumbs-up, then walks to join us, standing

“Going well?” asks Michael.

survey done for some parts of the river bed, but yes, it’s

nostrils flaring. He looks down

Michael grins, unrepentant.

wildly, at the

Michael eye-points the van.

shakes his head. “Can’t turn my back

*****

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

that. Where

mountains,