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Posting Date 2010-05-14 13:06:58
Author Lynridskinrid
Title A bit of a Blog
Category had a voyeur experience
Where it happend home
Age then 26
Age now 26
Gender FEMALE
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A bit of a Blog

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Under the watchful eye of my father’s building company supervised by the youngest Brother Jonathon , I am having a lot of work done at the apartment , new rooms added to the building , ready for my new life as a wife , and eventually God willing a mother .
I had two impacted wisdom teeth and had to get them pulled, it was not the greatest day in my life, and the dentist even pressed on my shoulders to get a better pull. It hurt like hell, the next morning despite enough antibiotics to bring an Egyptian mummy back to good health and enough Ibuprofen and co-codemol to numb a horse; it had left me with a swollen mouth and a lump in either cheek.

My cleaning lady was off home to Eastern Europe to minister to a sick mother, who had had several tearful phone calls to her only child. I gave her a ticket and a week off , it was too much to cope with the stress of her mother , when not a lot of money would soothe the daughter and appease the mother , worrying a thousand miles away . So I was alone at home suffering, with the builders banging and hammering for all their worth.

I dragged out of bed took more pain killers , more antibiotics , pulled on Jogging pants , and a sloppy top , my hair was a complete mess , so I stuffed it into a baseball cap . I walked outside and looked at the progress. The Brickie was a contractor, and he took one look and assumed that I was the cleaner, housekeeper. Morning darling he said, and my muffled mumbled reply added to his suspicions that I was an Eastern European migrant, and not me.
Be a good girlie and do six teas with two sugars each, like sometime soon. It was quite funny; I certainly wasn’t used to getting spoken to like this. Sod it I thought and made the tea. The break gave me a chance to slide back into bed and get back to sleep before the cacophony started again.

I woke later that afternoon and the swelling was really well down and I felt a million per cent better. I thought that I had just left six china mugs out amongst the sand and cement and bricks. They were John Lewis Street Speak mugs and were £10 ($15) each so I didn’t want to lose them. I picked up the mugs and looked on work in progress. I thought I would check the Bathroom as the plumber had finished. I opened the door and the cheeky builder was in the shower , Stark naked covered in soap , Hello darling , he said , come to scrub my back ? . I was a little bemused, but he shook a large male appendage at me. If you want a go, just ask darling, he said, I smiled, and left. I was actually shocked at his cheek.

I showered and dressed , I wasn’t letting it pass , but didn’t want to have a go at him , when I reappeared a lot healthier and cleaner looking Jonathon was addressing his men , like Arthur Wellesley addressing the officers at Waterloo . Hi sis! , he said. This is Jeff the Brickie, he is working on the exterior walls the rest of the guys are our full time guys. We have met, haven’t we Jeff? , I said, he suddenly realised that the Cleaner was not the Cleaner, But the client. Yes he was playing with a remarkably small Willy in the new shower. In fact it took a few seconds to realise it was a guy, with the big boobs as well. He coloured and I knew he would get merciless teasing from the rest of the crew for months. How small did you say Miss Skinner, asked the electrician, I made a gesture with finger and thumb, suggesting a couple of inches. Like a cocktail sausage I added.
Jeff was rechristened mini-dick from that moment, and he did not look amused. Jonathon reckoned that I am cruel, but amusing. My job is a fill in job. Work is very quiet at the moment and mine is a “Charity “job as there is no profit in it, I have months of work and it is helping keep the crews together, rather than laying them off.
Jeff came up before they left site and apologised , I apologised too as I knew he would get ribbed for months , He laughed , and acknowledged that I had got my own back . As he walked to the stairs, he turned, and said, nice cup of tea though! Thanks. I whispered, nice knob too. But hopefully he didn’t hear, he turned and smiled though.


Love Lynne X X X


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