My Builder laid my new drive and Me.

I had the builders in to install a new drive at my house. I watched them working hard and noticed one of them watching me each time I took them out a cuppa.
My husband had left for work early as normal, which left me to keep an eye on what they were doing.
One bloke, in particular, caught my eye. His muscular physique was something that always gets my juices going even at my age, something my husband lacks.
Over the next few days, each time I watched him work, I got even more turned on.
Just the sight of him swinging a hammer had me having to try and stop myself feeling very moist down below.
Every time I walked past a window and looked outside, my legs just seemed to go to jelly at the thought of his strong body working on my drive.
Then one day he came to the back door. “Excuse me, Mrs. Any chance of a cold drink? It’s bloody hot out here,” he said.
That was it. He was standing there at my door in just some very tight jeans and a tee shirt that barely covered his muscular top.
“Please come in. I will get you one,” I said.
Stepping inside, he thanked me for the drink, and I just couldn't resist asking, “ Do you work out?” “Yes, twice a week. It keeps me fit,” he said.
“That I can see. You look like you keep fit,” “The work helps as well,” he said.
He stood leaning against my worktop. As I walked past him, I turned around to slide past where he stood, and my plump backside just brushed against his waist, which instantly made me feel very wet between my legs.
“Sorry, didn't mean to do that,” I said. “No, it's fine. You have a nice backside anyway,” he said as he laughed.
“It does get in the way sometimes,” I said.
“ I'm sure it does,” he said.
Then I couldn't help wondering, as my mind often does, if he's that muscular up top. I wonder what he's got hidden down below.
“You look in fine shape if you don't mind me saying,”
“ I do my best, but my husband's past caring about how I look nowadays,” I said.
“Well, he's a fool. Looking like you do, you need to be praised for how you keep your figure. It’s not easy nowadays,” he said.
“ I just wish he thought like you do. Being complimented on how we look helps boost our confidence, I can tell you,” I said.
“If I were him, I would make sure you got complimented every day, plus make sure that body is well satisfied as much as possible,” he said.
“ oh god, what does that mean? I can't remember the last time that happened,” I said.
“You're kidding. Looking like you do, it should be as regular as anything,”
“ I wish. He’s more interested in work than looking after my needs, I can tell you,” I said.
“Women all need their needs sorted once in a while. I would make sure of that,” he said.
“ oh god don't get me going on about his lack of anything like that. I can't remember the last time that happened,” I said.
“ That's a real shame, Mrs. You deserve to be sorted whenever you want it,” he said.
“Oh, I do, but that ain't going to happen anytime soon,”
“You never know. Things do happen,” he said.
That was it. My bloody crutch exploded. I nearly came in my panties, and my pussy started to twitch like hell at the thought of what this man standing in my kitchen could do for me.
“Right, I best get back to work,” he said. As I had to turn around to adjust my gusset between my legs, I was so wet andsticky from my dribbles that it had ridden up between my pussy lips, causing me to feel the need to move my panties to one side.
“You might need to go change if you're that wet, Mrs. It can get rather messy if you leave it,” he said.
“Sorry. All this talk about getting sorted just set me off,” I said.
“It's fine. If you need help getting sorted, you only have to ask.”
“ I wish you could. I could just do with a good sorting, I can tell you,”
“Say the word, Mrs,” he said.
In that one moment, I looked at him as he looked at me. That pure lust I felt caused my mind to do something I never thought it would.
I moved over towards him, standing right in front of him, and asked,
“You reckon you're good at sorting things then,” I said.
“If something needs it, then to right,” he said.
He then leaned forward, his waist pressed against mine. I felt his hand slip between my legs and travel straight up towards my wet panties. I nearly stopped him, but something stopped me. I wanted this as his ruff builders’ fingers clawed at my wet crotch.
“You need that sorted,” he pulled at my gusset to one side, feeling his fingers probe between my pussy lips. All I could do was try not to resist him.
“You shouldn't be doing that,” I said.
“You haven't stopped me,” as my arms wrapped around his neck, he lifted me onto my worktop.
Flipping my skirt up, he spread my legs as he pulled my body to the edge of the unit. All I could do was let him take over. I wanted him as much as he wanted me.
Then it happened. He reached once again between my legs, tearing at my panties. I gasped out loud as I fell back onto the worktop. He tore my best pants from my body. That animal lust I saw in his eyes as my mature pussy now fully exposed to him. Unbuckling his belt, I saw his huge builders’ cock stood ready to fuck me as I looked up to see his huge muscular body stood between my open legs.
He forcefully pulled me forward, which caused his cock to poke my wet pussy. I felt it part my eager wet lips. Then, in one swift move, he inserted his hard shaft, thrusting it deep into my waiting throbbing hole.
At that moment, all I could do was scream. That first orgasmic feel of his cock suddenly stretching me for the first time was to me the most intense feeling of pure sexual lust I've had in years.
“Is this what you want?” he said.
“Yes, oh my god, fuck me, just fuck my pussy with your big cock,” I blurted out at him.
Pulling me closer, I felt him thrust harder inside my very wet hole. He had me. My body just melted under his forceful hard fucking. His deep thrusts just pounded me as I let him take my dripping wet pussy as I wanted.
“This is how you sort a woman's pussy,” he said as he grunted while his cock banged me hard.
Looking up he had my legs up in the air as he held them in place as he stood between them, looking down he watched his cock be devoured by my hungry mature pussy.
“ go faster,” I screamed at him, his body pushing me harder as I lay flat out on my worktop, after a few minutes of pounding he pulled my body closer, I felt him shout out that he was going to cum, I too could feel myself building towards an orgasm, while he continued to pummel my pussy hard, I just lay there taking his cock as much as I could.
Then it happened, he rammed in hard, I felt it so deep that I never had a cock that deep inside me before, “ groaning out loud, we both erupted together, his cum flooded my pussy, and my orgasm pulsed through my body.
I had been sorted, he fucked me hard, I couldn't believe he fucked me, I had been taken and loved it.
We stayed locked together until he pulled out of me, my legs flopped down over the edge of my units, my pussy now full of his cum as it started to leak out.
“ same time tomorrow,” he said, I looked shocked at what he had just said, but something drove me to reply, “ Christ if you are as good as that yes same time tomorrow,”. I said.
It took about a week to finish our driveway, and in that time he fucked me twice more, each time more passionately than the last, my husband never knew what pleasure that builder gave me over the time he spent fucking my body.