("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Bad Luck Bombshell by SoftTouch (david19604@comcast.net) *** A construction worker meets a beautiful jogger in the park and gets lucky... or does he? (MF, fantasy) *** It was about 7:30 on a cool spring morning in mid April as I exited the cab of my Chevy pickup. It's too early to be making this much noise I thought as I fired up the reluctant air compressor that was towed behind my truck After putting on the cold, stiff pair of leather gloves that I had pulled from the toolbox, I began dragging out the two hundred feet of inch and a half rubber hose that it would take to reach the broken goal post that I was there to replace. After stretching it across the lawn, I returned to the vehicle, got a thermos from behind the seat and poured myself a cup of the hot coffee. As I stood leaning against the fender, drinking my heavenly brew, I noticed a woman jogging towards me from the other side of the park. As she grew nearer, I could not help but notice her very athletic build. "Good morning," she said as she whisked otherwise silently by in her clean white T-shirt, red jogging shorts and sparkling white Nike running shoes. "Wow!" I thought to myself, turning to watch her long, slender, darkly tanned legs carry her away, as the morning breeze stole from my grasp the faint scent of her perfume. Swigging down the last drops of my warming refreshment, I screwed the cap back on my battered green decanter and threw it on the seat. Dragging the ninety pound jackhammer over the side of the truck, hoisting it to my shoulder, I walked to the site of my awaiting task. Deeply involved in the battering of the concrete and rebar that surrounded the stubby post that I was removing, I was somewhat startled as in a flash from behind me the same woman ran full gait past me on the jogging path nearby, her muscular thighs pumping hard, her long, blonde, pony-tailed hair swishing from shoulder to shoulder as she flew by. I released the cold steel paddle that controlled the airflow, and the thundering jackhammer came to a silent halt as I watched her fading into the distance. Having heard the noise stop, she glanced over her shoulder and waived a hand in the air without ever breaking stride. Getting warm now from the toil at hand, I removed my denim jacket, laid it on the ground a few feet away and went back to work. The next time she came around the track I had seen her approaching and stopped hammering before she got there. Her T-shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to her ample bosom which was held firmly in check by a black sports bra. Her speed had lessened somewhat as she passed by smiling. Again she glanced over her shoulder as she departed, knowing fully well that I was checking her out. After adequately breaking up the concrete and cutting all the rebar that reinforced it, I unplugged the air hose, lifted the jackhammer back to my shoulder, took it back to the truck and returned to my work pushing the wheelbarrow from the truck. I made a half dozen or so trips to and from the truck with loads of broken concrete. Removing my now sweat soaked shirt, I wiped my forehead with it, and threw it on top of the jacket on the ground. I was about to load the last few chunks of rubble when she approached again. When she was a dozen or so yards away she slowed to a walk. As I stood to greet her I could not help but notice that she too was checking me out. "Good morning again," I said as she stopped in front of me. We stood there talking for probably ten minutes conversing about the weather, the park and whatever. She relayed to me that she had divorced her abusive husband 2 years ago, and really needed to have some work done at her house. I told her I would be glad to come by and give a price to do some of the work for her. She asked me for my business card, upon which she wrote her name and address, and then handed it back to me. I told her I would stop by about nine the next morning. She thanked me and turned to jog away. The next morning I arrived at her home just as she was returning from her morning jog. She asked if I would mind waiting while she took a shower. I kicked off my dirty boots at the door and followed her into the house, where she immediately kicked off her shoes, started peeling off her socks, shorts panties and shirt, leaving a trail of discarded clothing as she walked toward the bath and closed the door behind her. I took a seat on the living room sofa, waiting for her to return. I listened to the water in the shower running for a few minutes, when I heard her yell something from behind the closed door. I moved closer to the door and yelled that I hadn't heard what she said. "Get in here now!" she yelled in a frantic voice. I slowly started to open the door and peek in to see if she was alright, when from the other side she jerked it open, and stood there with her hands on her naked hips. "I need you to look at this right now," she said, as she grabbed me by the belt at my waist and led me across large tile laden bathroom directly into the running shower. I was chuckling in amusement as she pushed me against the wall of the shower and began unbuttoning my now soaked shirt, which she promptly threw on the floor. Throwing her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed firmly to my chest, she said, "I need you to scrub my back for me." Taking the bottle of 'Delectable Pleasures' sun-ripened raspberry shower gel from the cove in the shower, I slowly began rubbing her back and shoulders into a slippery lather. She clung tightly to me as my fingers caressed her soft wet skin and I kneaded her firm buns with my hands. She sighed softly as she released her grip around my neck and slowly turned around facing away from me. With arms extended she leaned against the wall letting the warm water run over her head and chest as my cock stood erect within my soaked jeans, and I continued running my hands up and down her sides and thighs. Her head leaned back against my shoulder as I carefully cupped each of her firm breasts in my hands and fondled them. A pleasurable moan came from her lips as my fingertips gently circled first one and then the other of her erect nipples. She turned again to face me, wrestling with my belt buckle and zipper, rubbing her hand up and down my hard cock through my drenched pants, when suddenly... I was awakened by movement nearby. The startled woman awoke in her hospital bed and I leaned forward in the chair I was dozing in at the corner of her room. "Where am I... what happened? W-why are you here?" she asked in a flurry of confusion. "Just calm down," I said. "You fell in the park, were and unconscious and bleeding. I called an ambulance and followed it here to make sure you were alright," I explained. She then asked, "Why would you go to all that trouble?" I explained that when she had turned to go back to her jogging, she had tripped over my air hose, fallen on the ground and knocked herself unconscious. Apparently I had fallen asleep and was dreaming while waiting for her to awaken. About nine months later, this beautiful, sexy woman was awarded $425,000 in her lawsuit against me. I never saw her again. I assume she had someone else do the repairs at her home. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 50