Working Woman

“Watch your step there,” Jackie said, holding out her hand as Phyllis
caught her high heel on a loose section of dirt and stumbled. Jackie
reached out, her hard hat tilting to the side as she caught Phyllis in
her strong arms. Her muscles tensed as she felt Phyllis’ breasts
pressing against her own through the smooth silk of Phyllis’ shirt.
When Phyllis pulled back, there was a smudge of dirt from Jackie’s arm
across where her hard nipple was poking out through the silk.

“You’re strong,” Phyllis said, running her well-manicured nails up
Jackie’s deeply tanned arm. Jackie eyed Phyllis. Being a female
construction foreman she was used to getting talked down to by the
clients, but not hit on by them. But boy did she want a taste of
Phyllis’ corporate ass. She had been eyeing the way her miniskirt
lifted on her legs all day, and she bet anything underneath it there
was a pair of silk panties with a nice musky, damp crotch.

“Sorry about your shirt,” Jackie said, and she reached out boldly,
covering Phyllis’ breast with her hand, on the pretense of wiping the
dirt away. She grazed her thumb over the nipple, and Phyllis jumped
and moaned in response. Sensitive. Jackie liked that. She pinched
the same nipple between her fingers and twisted lightly, and Phyllis
went weak in the knees, leaning against Jackie.

Jackie braced her work boots apart as she leaned forward and kissed
Phyllis full on the mouth. She could smell the perfume Phyllis was
wearing mingling with the smell of her own sweat and the dust on her
clothes, and it made her hot. She loved feminine women. Jackie wiped
her hand on her jeans and then snaked it under Phyllis’ skirt, moving
up until she found the silk of her panties, wet, just like she’d
expected. She slid a finger inside the crotch and began rubbing back
and forth along Phyllis’ wet cunt lips.

“Oh Jackie,” Phyllis moaned, pushing Jackie’s hard hat off and running
her hands down her back. Jackie slid down the other woman’s body,
pushing Phyllis’ skirt up at the same time. Then she pulled her
panties off with her teeth so they hung around her ankles, and buried
her tongue inside the warmth of Phyllis’ pussy.

Phyllis gasped, tangling her fingers in the tight ponytail Jackie
wore, humping her clit against Jackie’s tongue as she wiggled it back
and forth. Jackie dug her fingers into Phyllis’ ass, sucking at the
juices dripping from her crack. Then she moved one hand between
Phyllis’ legs and began finger-fucking her as she ate her out. Phyllis
began coming instantly, her cunt rippling along Jackie’s finger.
Jackie fucked her harder, wet, sloppy sounds coming from between
Phyllis’ thighs, Jackie’s face covered with her juices.

Outside, the sounds of jackhammers and backhoes continued, along with
the shouts of the workmen, but the two women were lost in each other.
Jackie pulled Phyllis onto the floor with her, and they rolled around,
kissing, as Phyllis licked her own juices from Jackie’s lips. “My
shirt,” Phyllis moaned when she looked down and saw her formerly white
blouse streaked with dust and dirt.

“We’ll just have to take it off,” Jackie said. She tugged at the
blouse until it came loose. Phyllis wasn’t wearing a bra underneath,
and Jackie went straight for her nipples, sucking and licking at them
as Phyllis writhed in ecstasy. Jackie guided one of Phyllis’ hands to
her pussy, and she felt Phyllis tentatively exploring the wet folds.
“Put your finger inside me,” Jackie said, nibbling lightly at one of
Phyllis’ nipples.

Phyllis pushed her finger inside the wet sheath of Jackie’s cunt, and
began fucking her with it. Jackie did the same, and soon the women
were rolling around on the floor again as they fingered each other’s
cunts. Jackie could feel Phyllis’ long nail inside her cunt, and it
felt good, knowing she would go home that night smelling of her pussy.
She came hard, rubbing her thigh between Phyllis’ thighs so she would
come too.

The women disentangled and cleaned up as best they could before
heading back out onto the construction site. “It was a pleasure
meeting you,” Phyllis said formally to Jackie, extending her hand. “I
always enjoy meeting another working women.” She turned and walked
away gracefully, but Jackie chuckled when she saw her own dusty
handprint clear on the seat of Phyllis’ skirt.