Take Them Up On The Offer

Not for the first time you let your cock do the thinking, calling back to them to ask when they break for lunch.

That gets a laugh from the whole group and a dark haired woman who seems to be in charge responds.

“For you?” She begins, looking you up and down. “We can break for lunch right!”

Your heart skips a beat at that, even as a creeping sense of the surreal comes over you.

The dark haired woman turns away from you for a moment and says something to the other women that you can’t quite make out. Whatever it is it gets a laugh and group starts to mill around as the dark haired woman gestures for you to come over.

Gingerly you step past the barriers that mark of the construction area and head over to the group who have moved to stand beside the large roadworks truck that seems to hold all of their gear. As you approach you get whistles and catcalls of appreciation although the dark haired woman just stands and smile at you like a wolf.

“Much as we would all like to take you for a spin,” she states as you come closer. “We don’t have the time.”

As she says this you notice another woman step forward, she is shorter than the dark haired woman and in many ways is the opposite of her. Her hair is short and bleached blond and her skin is slightly lighter. Up close you also notice that the dark haired woman, despite her obvious muscle mass, has a few tell tale signs of age and childbirth. Her stomach is a little thicker and her breasts a little saggier.

This younger woman has none of that, even though her breasts look bigger, maybe a C cup at a guess, her body is still tight and well toned. Her narrow hips and muscle only seeming to make her breasts more appealing to the eye.

“So we figured we would let Karen here have some fun with you.” The dark haired woman states as she gestures to the short blonde girl.

When you look at the girl you somehow expect her to be shy or at least somewhat bashful at this. Instead she gives you a halfcocked smirk and reaches out to cup your crotch. You jump slightly as she does and this gets a laugh from the assembled workers.

“Don’t tell me you are changing your mind?” The girl in front of you says as she gives your crotch a gentle squeeze.

“Oh I am not,” you blurt out in reply, suddenly feeling like a lamb who has wandered into the wolves den.

That got another laugh from the assembled women as Karen let her fingers work at your belt.

“Well we haven’t got all day, big boy.” She said as you felt your zipper being pulled downward.

For a moment you feel almost bashful but that quickly slips away as you feel your cock, still trapped by your boxers, slide through your zipper. Drawing the kind of response from the women that, in your world, men would give if a woman flashed them on the street.

You glance around at the women with a dumb grin on your face, starting to love the attention. When you turn back to Karen it is just in time to watch her workers trousers sliding to the floor. You take in the dark black of her pubic hair, a stark contrast to her bleach blonde head, your cock twitching painfully as it strains against the cloth.

With a final wink she turns herself around, spreading her hands on the side of the truck as she sticks her ass out towards you. The invitation about as obvious as it can get.

As you pull your cock free and take a step forward you hear the older woman call out yet again.

“Don’t go easy on her stranger!” She calls, speaking loudly over the other hooting women. “Karen likes it rough!”