Laura and the Builders

New home,
On a brownfield site,
An estate of detached boxes,
Shiny new motors in driveways,
Manicured lawns.

Husband works away,
In finance,
Kerching!!
Laura is a lady who lunches
Friends love to visit her pristine home
Oh, and aren't the builders fit,
You have such a good view
Of the houses being built.

34 and out of work.
A kept woman.
Spent a fortune on her 32d chest,
And keeping everything trim.
She stands at the window and looks
Beer bellies and tattoos
Unshaven, hairy, sweaty builders,
Hod carrying muscle.

She wonders what to do today.
Call Rachel or Jane or Abby,
Go to the gym, the shops, the salon,
Pour another cup of tea?

Something takes her upstairs.
From the bedroom she is opposite
The roofline opposite where two men
Fit slates.
She can see Dave and Billy,
And Billy can see the fit burd
From the house opposite.

'Oi Dave, she's looking again.'
Dave sees her flick her long brunette hair back,
Can see the outline of her chest.

She waves, whatever made her do that?
Billy waves back and nearly falls off the roof.
She shuts the blinds and goes over to the lingerie drawer
Suspenders and stockings never used
Husband is too tired, too busy,
She puts the stockings over her smooth legs and feels a tingle.
Her finest lace knickers, summer dress, pink diamanté heels.

Outside it is warm. She makes for the car but walks passed, what is she doing?
She is over the road and Billy is at the top of a ladder.
'You Ok love?'

Never knew she could be so creative. Says Jane is interested in buying this house, could she look inside?
Dave's eyes undressing her, tits swelling against the flimsy dress, heels echoing on the wooden floor.
Bill's cock is hard, he puts his hard hat over it.

The foreman arrives. 'You know the regs boys, she can't be in here, health and safety'.

Laura giggles. She thinks she waved but can't remember a thing except
Going back over the road,
Finding her dildo in the back of the wardrobe,
Eight inches,
Black,
And locking the doors for the afternoon.