Caught By The Builder

My name’s Vera, I’m married and my hubby and I have lived in a delightful Cotswold village. I love my husband but, about a year ago he went off sex. At first, I thought he was having an affair, but no, he just didn’t feel sexy anymore. It’s a shame really as I do like sex, a lot. I’ve always been the same, I’m sure I could have sex all the time if it was there. Living in a small village and working from home has rather limited any chance I may get for a bit of casual sex. Or so it seemed because kaçak iddaa this happened.At the time we were having a bit of building work done, nothing big, just moving a few doors around. Our builder, Terry, had been in our home for about a week. Terry isn’t the kind of man I would have looked at twice. He’s not very handsome, but as a builder, he does have a great body. He often works outdoors so also has a lovely tan. I found myself watching him whilst he worked, probably a bit more than kaçak bahis I should have. I was actually starting to wonder what it would be like if he fucked me. I know it sounds silly but I was actually having erotic fantasies about him using me as his sexual plaything.I was in a right dolly daydream one day after watching him carrying a heavy oak door. His tanned muscles looked so good. I was imagining him carrying me to bed and fucking the arse off me. I went into the laundry room; the washing illegal bahis machine was on the final spin as I brushed against it. The vibrations traveled right through my body and hit all the right parts. I just sat on top of it, lifted my skirt and started to stroke and finger my, by now, juicy pussy. Just as I was getting in the zone, fuck, fuck, fuck. Terry came in.What a sight to behold, me sitting on top of a wobbling washing machine, fingers inside my knickers. As you can imagine, I went as red as a beetroot. He just smiled and said, “Oops.” Yes, the sight of a woman wanking herself silly could only muster the word, oops. And then it all changed, he said, “Would you like a hand with that?”