Construction Zone

Friday New Year’s Eve was a day off for the construction crew at musem tower, luxray apartments being built in Dallas. I went to the construction site to check on the progress. My business partner hired an architechtural firm owned by a woman. Deanna was the owner of the firm and handling our project. She is a tall hot sexy woman with a curvy figure. When I arrived I noticed another car parked at the site, I went to the elevator taking it to the 38th floor..stepping off, I startled Deanna, “Hey, sweety, how ya doin’?” Deanna’s heart beats a little faster. Ooo, God, Who is this over 50 sweaty musclar guy in a sweat suit, she thought, clutching the blueprints to her full, pert tits and trying to ignore me. I continue “Hey, baby, ain’t you fucking gorgeous! What’s a woman like you doing here?”
　

I moved closer to her grabbing her arm, I pulled her to me. I kept moving her further into a secluded corner until we were shielded from sight. I cradled her face and bent down kissing her hard on the mouth. My tongue forced it’s way into her mouth, snaking deep down her throat. I forced her hand down on to my enormous hard-on. I was so fucking horny for her, Deanna broke free. She as fast as she could on the wooden catwalk in her high heels. It made matters worse that she didn’t quite know where she was going; it was a huge construction site, soon she was past the nasty, hairy guy who grabbed her, and she shook out her long, thick hair in self-satisfaction.

At 32, Deanna was the youngest owner of a large architecture firm, and by far the prettiest. Her impossibly beautiful face and perfect slim body earned her the lust of all the men in the office and the resentment of most of the women. she always dressed even sexier and getting even more attention from the men. Today, she was wearing what could have been a conservative business suit… if the skirt hem came down a few inches, and the unbuttoned blouse didn’t show off a little flash of black lace and a curve of pert tit. Now and then, the skirt would ride up far enough to show the lace top of a stocking, and Deanna would top to wiggle and pull it back down again. Deanna walks towards the door, as fast as she can in her high heels, leaving the trailer.
Deanna was making her way back to her car. Somehow, though, things looked different going this way… she wasn’t sure if she should have turned there, or… Deanna stamped her foot in frustration, pulling off her jacket. Lost. What a pain… she followed the path she was on past big concrete walls, strange machines she couldn’t identify…. it had been awhile since she had seen anyone. “Well, well, well, looks like you’re lost, little lady?