This little story is a gift to a long time friend. I hope that your fantasy comes true sometime......
"And a good afternoon to you Mr Declan," as usual, Chantelle's smile lit up the room.
"Hey there Miss Chantelle," Declan dropped his bag tiredly on the floor beside him. "What have you got for me this time around?"
"Hmmmm, let me see," Chantelle scrolled through the list on her computer. Declan hated this part of his shift. After driving for five hours from his home to start a twelve hour shift in two hours he got to play Russian Roulette and get a place to sleep for the next five days. The mining company had made much of the on-site accommodation during the recruitment process but the reality of on-site accommodation was more like tired men being herded into whatever dog-box was free at the time. The only part of this process that made life bearable was dealing with Chantelle. If she came with the dog-box he wouldn't care about having to share a bathroom or having to listen to the guy next door wanking while he was trying to sleep.
Declan looked over the reception desk into her sweet cleavage as she was absorbed in her screen. The folds of her blouse fell away to give a nice peek of lace and smooth round globes.
"Good news!" her face lit up as she looked up at him, "You have scored a room in D-block!"
"Sweet," Declan celebrated. A bathroom to himself and some decent soundproofing. Chantelle stood and made her way over to the key cupboard. He never could understand why they put it so close to the ground. Right now as the fabric of Chantelle's skirt stretched tightly over her butt he was glad of the mistake though. If the skirt were just a little shorter he would get a peek of knickers. That would make for some nice self-loving later. She located his key and straightened up pulling her skirt back down to it's proper place. She handed his key over the desk and leaned conversationally on the desk, giving him a good look down the front of her shirt.
"The only thing I need down is for someone to come and have a beer with me after my shift,"
he quipped as he took the key from her fingers and leaned down to pick up his bag.
Chantelle absently ran her fingernail along the skin next to the edge of her bra. "What kind of beer do you like?" she asked with a cheeky smile. Declan chuckled,
"Fourex of course!" he shrugged his bag onto his shoulder and made his way out of the door.
Fourteen hours later he staggered through the door to his room. Before he touched anything he made his way straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Hot water stung his chest and the grime and coal dust of his shift melted off his body and down the drain of the shower. He took his time, enjoying the fact that there wasn't anyone out there knocking and hurrying him. When his skin was clean and glowing from the heat he took at towel and dried himself before wrapping it around his waist and stepping back into his room.
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His soft whistle of pleasure stopped as he noticed the bottle of beer on the table. Dew glistened on the label but there was no sign of the cap. Where had that come from? He hadn't brought any beer with him this time. A small cough from his bed made him turn his head and his jaw dropped open. Chantelle was sitting naked and cross legged on the bed holding a beer identical to his. His eyes were drawn immediately to her breasts. He had fantasised about them for so long and they were better than he had fantasised. As she walked towards him they swayed in time with her hips as she walked towards him. Declan couldn't speak, his day had just taken a weird twist and he couldn't quite get his head around it. Chantelle stopped in front of him and looked into his eyes for a moment. He waited for her to say something but she didn't, instead she reached down and unclasped his towel letting it fall on the floor. Still looking into his eyes she reached down and gripped the warm soft skin of his semi hard cock.
They stood like that for a few moments, looking into each other's eyes without speaking before she sank to her knees and slid her mouth down over his shaft. Warmth spread through him and he felt his knees weaken slightly. He gripped the table beside him for support as he looked down at her head bobbing on his shaft. He twisted his fingers through her hair, pushing her gently down onto his cock. Amazingly she sucked down on him harder as if she couldn't get enough of his cock. Declan threw his head back enjoying the whole experience. He felt the pressure building at the base of his cock. When he couldn't hold back any more he groaned. "Stop!"
She pulled back and sat on her heels looking up at him for a moment before she stood up and led him to the bed. He lay down on his back as she straddled him, holding his cock at the entrance to her pussy for a moment before she slid down onto him. Declan gripped her hips, still not believing that the woman he had fantasised about so many time was really here. She started to grind into him slowly at first but increasing speed quickly. Her finger reached down and she worked herself as she ground. He looked up at her magnificent breasts bouncing in time with her rocking pelvis. Tiny moans of pleasure came from her mouth and Declan felt the pressure building up at the base of his cock again. Desperately he held himself back, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible but she was relentless grinding into him hard and fast. Declan's groan as he emptied himself into her joined with her screams.
She rested for a moment, lying against his chest, letting her breathing subside. Declan inhaled the scent of her hair and the feel of her soft body against his before she sat up and slid off the bed. Tiredness came crashing down on Declan, the drive yesterday, the twelve hours of hard manual work and the release of his orgasm were taking their toll. His eyelids drooped as he watched her dress quickly and then, without speaking a single word slip quietly out the door.
Six hours later he woke. A half empty bottle of Fourex stood on the stand beside the bed. Declan rubbed back the haze of sleep and looked around the room. The events of the night came back to him but he wasn't sure if it was a dream or reality. He sank back into his pillow reliving the dream / visit from Chantelle the night before, under his blanket his cock stirred and his hand automatically wrapped around his hard member. He began stroking as he let the memory of Chantelle's head bobbing on his cock and the sight of her breasts bouncing as she rode him hard play through his mind again. Before long his hand was a blur and he felt the heat rising in him. White cum shot out of him covering his belly and hand. He lay relaxing for a moment before he made his way to the shower.
Four days later he was in the office to hand back his room key. Chantelle looked up at him as she took the key out of his hand.
"Did you have a good shift?" she asked with the same smile as always.
"Yeh, not too bad," Declan played it cool. "Slept so well in that room, I wish I could have it every time."
"Well sometimes it is not who you know but who you do that gets you places." Chantelle winked at him.
Declan laughed. "Perhaps," he replied. "Don't know who I could do around here that would get me a better room all the time though."
Chantelle glanced briefly at the girl beside her who was on the phone arguing with the cleaners. "Just look for a chick that drinks Fourex." She tapped the side of her nose before she turned to greet another miner coming in to pick up a room key.
Declan hoisted his bag onto his shoulder. For the first time ever he couldn't wait to come back on shift.