Curt and I have been best friends as long as I can remember. He was my best man when I got married, and I was his. We often work construction and contracting jobs together, and a few months ago we were hired by a local contractor to help him renovate a house.
Soon after we started, our boss hired a new person to help out—a young female named Harriet. Harriet was sort of a tomboy. She wore her hair in a ponytail and generally dressed in worn work clothes, casual jeans and heavy work shoes, like the rest of us. All this, combined with her rather down-to-earth speech and mannerisms, allowed her to blend in as basically just one of the guys, which is probably why I never found myself thinking of her in a sexual way.
One day as we broke for lunch, Harriet mentioned that she lived nearby, and that maybe we could eat lunch at her place for a change, as it would be more comfortable than our usual rough accommodations. Once we got there she got us each a beer, and we shot the shit for a while as we ate from our lunchboxes.
At one point, as Harriet was leaning against the kitchen sink, I began to look at her in a different light. I realized that she could actually be an attractive woman if she got cleaned up a little. She saw me looking at her and asked what I was staring at. A little embarrassed, I avoided the question by asking her why she had gotten into contracting. She replied that she was the only girl in a family of three boys, and she’d basically been brought up as a boy too. She said she’d always known she was kind of different from other girls, but she didn’t care; she guessed that was why she’d never really had any long-term boyfriends.
“Hell,” I said, “there’s no reason you can’t work construction and still be a hot lady when the work’s over.”
Harriet just shrugged. “Guys wouldn’t really go for me,” she said flatly.
“How do you know?” I said. “You should at least give it a try.”
“What, right now?” she said, giving me a mischievous grin.
I was surprised, and suddenly excited. I looked at Curt, then back to her, and said, “Why not? We’re ahead of schedule.”
Harriet stared at me for a long time. Then she quietly got up and walked out of the kitchen. Curt and I followed her as she led us to her bedroom. There she unbuttoned her work shirt, revealing what appeared to be a nice set of tits encased in a blue floral print bra.
Seeing that she now had our full attention, she took off her shirt and stood there, half-smiling at us. Both my eyes and my cock bulged as I saw her flat, hard tummy and tanned skin. This made her laugh as she unbuckled her belt and undid her jeans. She seemed to be having fun teasing us, and we didn’t mind at all.
Next she reached back to undo the bra, and when she took it off Curt and I were very happy with what we saw. She had gorgeous tits, not overly large, but not too small either, with nice dark nipples. They were tits any woman would be proud of.
“My God!” Curt exclaimed.
“Do you like them?” Harriet asked, and we both nodded.
She pushed her jeans down next, showing us her blue floral print panties, which matched the bra. She turned her round butt to us and bent over to untie her work shoes, then removed both them and her jeans.
I looked at Curt. I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to go with Harriet, but my cock told me that I would go as far as she would let me. Curt smiled at me and shrugged, and we both looked back at Harriet, who now sat on the bed facing us, wearing only her panties, and parted her knees invitingly.
“Damn,” I said, “Who knew that you were so hot, Harriet?”
“You really think so?” she asked, and with that she pulled the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her fairly thick but neatly groomed bush.
“Wow!” Curt and I said in unison.
She stood up then and slowly, teasingly, pulled her panties down. Now fully nude, she lay down on her bed and parted her legs. “Okay,” she said, “I’ve showed you mine, now show me yours.”
A little awkwardly Curt and I undressed and stood naked, stroking our cocks for her. “Mmm,” she said happily. “Not bad for a couple of old married men. Now who wants to fuck me first?”
We both nearly dove at her, causing her to laugh wildly. Curt got on top of her first and quickly got his cock inside her. I was kind of surprised that she evidently wasn’t a virgin. I was so excited that I brought my cock to her mouth, and she very readily took it in and began to suck it. She was pretty good at it too, which was another surprise.
She moaned loudly as Curt banged away at her, the bed hitting the wall over and over. It felt so good being in her mouth that I knew I was going to come way too soon. But I couldn’t stop it, and when I shot my come down her throat she happily gulped it down, not spilling a drop. A minute later Curt groaned and came too, then collapsed on top of her.
We all just kind of lay there for a while, not saying too much, and then I felt Harriet’s hand slide up my leg. My cock twitched, and she took it in her hand and stroked it slowly. I moved so she could take it in her mouth again, and she soon had me fully recharged, so I climbed on top of her for my turn at her cunt. When I entered her she was warm and wet. I’d never had sloppy seconds before, and it felt very exciting as I fucked away, our moans and gasps filling the room. Since I had come once already, I was able to give her a nice long fuck, making her cry out twice in climax. At one point I was fucking her as hard as I could, and she didn’t complain one bit.
Finally I let go and came inside her, adding my sperm to Curt’s. As I rolled off her, panting, I saw Curt look at his watch. We had gone way over our lunch hour, so we quickly scrambled to get dressed and return to the job.
After that day we took a few more sex-filled lunches with Harriet, and one day she invited two of the other guys to come with us, and she let all four of us fuck her one after another as she lay on her bed, coming again and again.
Harriet often told Curt and me that she was grateful to us for showing her that she could be attractive to men, but I assured her that we were the grateful ones. She finally got pregnant and left the job, but if she ever reads this I want her to know that we’re still grateful. Thanks, Harriet.
—F.B., Savannah, Georgia