The Dream House

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

At the time this story took place, I was 19, with only 3 months to wait until my wedding day. My name is Kate, and I was engaged to marry Brian. Brian was 39, and had a very successful business designing houses. He'd designed one especially for us, and we were having it built in one of the most picturesque places in England, the Dove Dale valley. Getting planning permission in this area is almost impossible, but my Brian knows whose strings to pull, and what loopholes are available in the planning regulations.

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It was a beautiful summer's day, and as I'd got the day off work, Brian said he'd sort out his workload, so he could meet me at the house, some time around mid-day. We were going out there to see how the house was progressing; they had supposedly got the roof tiled, so by now I would be able to see the building really taking shape. He said meeting him at 12:00 o'clock would give me time to do some shopping before I made my way out to the house. He was also insistent that I took my mom along with me, this I found a bit irritating. Not that I minded my mom coming with me, but it was as though he didn't trust me on my own out there with the builders.

He, of course, said he just didn't trust these rough country types. See my Brian came from a well-to-do family in Harrogate, and he did have this attitude of looking down on people who only did manual jobs. So dutifully I'd asked my mom, and she said that although she needed to go to the doctors in the morning, she'd meet me out at the house by 12 o'clock.

Now another thing Brian had given me orders on was what to wear, or to be more accurate, "I don't want you arriving up there with nothing on."

"What are you on about?"

"You know what I mean, its ok you lounging about out here (we were in my mom's back garden) soaking up the sun showing off your belly button, but make sure you put something a bit more respectable on when you go up there. I don't want all those men leering at you." He could be such an old fuddy-duddy at times, it wasn't as though I was naked; I'd got a bikini on. And anyway, I wouldn't have gone out dressed in just a bikini.

I had a lazy morning, getting up late, and as he'd said, I did some shopping. But before I set out to the house, I returned home to get changed. Even by 10:30 the sun had lifted the temperature up into the 80's, and my little car was like an oven. So regardless of Brian and his instructions, I put on a little tennis blouse and skirt I'd just bought. Ok it was skimpy, but in this weather, it just felt right.

It was about 11:00 and I was making my way out from Ashbourne, the small town where I lived at present, along the very narrow roads, into the Dove Dale valley. The skies suddenly turn black, and I knew we were in for a violent lightning storm. Then the rain came crashing down, hitting the screen of my car so hard, I thought it would break.

I had to stop the car, it was impossible to see the road in front of me. The lightning was whitening the sky over the tops of the hills to the left side of my car, and then a few seconds later would come the crash of thunder. The nearest strike was about 5 seconds away, and as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. It had only lasted about five minutes, and now everywhere was eerily silent, apart from the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance, and the sound of the water dripping from the trees at the side of the road.

I resumed my journey, going very carefully, as in places there were streams of water taking short-cuts across the road. Nothing very deep; but never the less, it was still a little unnerving. The rain storm was still going strong at the other end of the valley behind me, but where I was, the sun was making clouds of steam rise from the roads. I was only about 3 miles from our new house, but the small stream that would normally be gently meandering its way alongside the road, was now running quite wild.

And with every minute that passed by, it got wilder, and in places actually was up to the level of the road surface. The speed the water was flowing at was actually getting quite frightening, as it carried all sorts of debris along in its path. But now I was turning from the road onto the small track that leads up the side of the valley to where our new house is being built, I began to feel a little easier, knowing I was climbing up away from its angry noise.

As my little car climbed higher, I got a better overall view of the valley, and a cold shiver went down my spine. The road I'd just arrived by was no longer in sight and the little stream was a raging river, at least 50 feet wide. It didn't seem somehow real; I was in bright sunlight with a flood tearing its way along the valley bottom, and only a few miles away at the end of the valley the skies were black as your hat!

Then as I turned the sharp bend in the track, standing so big and magnificent was my new dream house. Ok the gardens around it were like a building site, but the house was like something out of a magazine. I stopped the car, and almost cried. To think that in only a few short months, I'd be living there. Then as I looked back down into the valley, I thanked god that I'd arrived when I did.

I started the car and slowly made my way into what would soon be my drive, and stopped by the builders vans. There were three vans, a lorry and two cars. I knew we had a few men working on the place, but I never realised there was that many. At least five of them were standing in the main lounge, leaning out of the window frame. I say frame, as there was no glass in the building yet. With three more, doing the same, out of one of the upstairs bedroom windows.

I opened my car door, swung my legs out onto the sill, but stopped before putting them to the ground. The uneven ground that led to the house was a quagmire of muddy puddles and building materials of all sorts. I know building sites are untidy and dangerous at the best of times, but now with all this water about, I couldn't think how I could negotiate my way to the house.

"Hang-on love."

One of the men was splashing his way, striding from one pile of rubble to another, occasionally his foot would slip into a puddle, but with his big builder's boots on, he didn't look concerned.

Then he was at my open car door.

"I guess you'll be the Mrs Howard to be?"

"Yes. But I'm not a Howard yet, and anyway, you can call me Kate. Are you Mr Johnson?"

"That's me, but you just call me Stan. I'm the one building your little love nest for you. Well what do you make of this then? It's a rum old storm and no mistake. Looks like you only just got off that valley road in the nick of time. We've been a watching you make your way along the valley. There's one thing for sure, there won't be anyone using that road again today. I shouldn't wonder we'll all be marooned out here until tomorrow."

I hadn't thought that far ahead, and when he said it, I suddenly realised how serious this was. A few minutes later, and me and my little car could have been swept away never to be found again. A sudden wave of fear came over me, and I began to shake.

"Here my dear. Come-on don't fret, you'll be safe up here."

He'd knelt down, bent forwards into the car, and taken hold of me around my shoulders, pulling me to his chest. I had turned into a gibbering wreck; I just let my face bury itself into his shoulder, and began blubbering like a baby.

"That's right my dear, you let it all out, I bet that gave you a right old scare. Here, take my hanky, it ain't the cleanest, but it'll dry them tears for you."

He was so patient and kind, kneeling in a big muddy puddle, just to comfort me. And I had no idea why I was crying, I hadn't been hurt. But gradually I did sort of come to my senses, and started to take in the situation.

"How's that, feel a bit better now?"

This man was very well built, with a chest as broad as an ox, and a naked chest at that. He'd got a pair of old jeans on, that had been cut off to make shorts, but the bottom of the legs were all frayed, making a frill of cotton threads. As I'd said, the sun was still shining here, and even with the sudden rain storm, the temperature was still soaring. But as he knelt there in front of me, I realised I could see the end of his cock through the veil of cotton threads. I, of course, looked away, but no way could I get the sight from my mind.

No matter what he was saying, my eyes kept straying back to get a look. It was only the head of his cock, but such a big fat head, and it was as though the one eye was looking back at me.

"Are you feeling better now?"

I suddenly came to my senses, and realised he was talking to me.

"Yes, yes thank you. I don't know what came over me."

Now I'd gone from gibbering wreck, to bitch on heat. And as well as the heat I could feel in my neck and face, my tummy was all butterflies, and my pussy began to pulsate.

"You look like you could do with a lie down."

Well he was right about that, and I needed him lying down on top of me! But I could hardly tell him that.

"No I'll be alright, sorry; I don't know why I broke down like that."

"It's only natural my dear, its not every day you come that close to meeting your maker. But it's all over now. Look here's some of the lads coming; they'll give me a hand to get you inside."

"Is she ok boss?"

He was right, we were being joined by at least five more men, all like him, well built, and dressed in only ragged looking shorts. But as they arrived at the car door, I noticed their eyes were all focused as one, and the target for their attention was my crotch. I then realised I was still sitting with my feet perched on the door sill, but with all the attention Stan had been giving me, my knees had fallen open to allow him to get close enough to comfort me. As I told you, I'd been home and changed into a little tennis outfit I'd just bought, it was a loose fitting cotton blouse, with a short cotton skirt with built-in knickers. But at least the knickers were reasonably cut so they did protect my modesty as I sat there with all eyes focused. At this point, I was glad I'd at least paid token attention to Brian's advice; maybe he wasn't such a fuddy duddy after all.

"Yes she'll be ok, but we need to carry her to the house."

"No, I'm ok, I can walk."

"Don't be silly Kate, you'll get yourself plastered. Anyway, without boots on, you never know what you might get your feet caught on. I don't suppose you fancy a fire-mans lift?"

"What's one of them?"

"You know, I'll bend down, and you just lean over my shoulder."

I didn't get time to answer, but my expression must have said it all.

"Ok I'll take that as a no."

"We could take a leg each, and Kate could put her arms around our shoulders." Came the suggestion from one of his men.

"What about putting an old sack in the wheelbarrow, and she could sit in there?" Came another man's suggestion.

"You could have an idea there; but it'd be very hard on her bottom, and she'd get all mucked up. But if I sat in the barrow, she could sit on my lap." Was Stan's solution.

I didn't like the idea of being slung over his shoulder, or being carried by two men with my legs held wide apart. But sitting on his lap, with that big fat cock touching my legs was definitely a no no.

So instead, I made my own suggestion, "I've got an old travel blanket in the back of my car, if I put that in your barrow, it should be ok for that distance."

"Ok Jim, get the barrow, and make sure you put a few empty cement sacks in there first. Right Kate, where's this blanket?"

I knelt up onto my seat, and stretched over the back to get the blanket. Then as I turned back and gave it to Stan, one of the men helped me to my feet, and I was stood in my car doorway, on the sill waiting for my transport to arrive.

As Jim turned the barrow to face back to the house, I'd expected him to bring it in close enough for me to step into. But with my car door open, this prevented them getting the barrow close, so it was some feet away. Then without asking, one man moved into the doorway either side of me, and pulled my arms around their shoulders.

"You ready for this?" Said one of them.

I thought, are well, I've got to get to the barrow one way or another, so I replied, "As I'll ever be."

With that, their hands took hold under my knees, and I was lifted into a horizontal position, with legs wide open, and carried the few feet to the barrow. They then lowered my bottom into the barrow, while still holding my legs up high. I'd got my arms from their shoulders, and placed my hands firmly onto the sides of the barrow, but they still had my legs held high.

"Hey! Come-on, let go of my legs."

"Yes come-on lads, you've had your fun." Said Stan.

With that my feet were carefully placed down into the barrow, but it still meant my legs were bent double, with my knees up high, allowing everyone a good look up my skirt.

But as they began the slow walk back towards the house, the men were all walking in a tight circle around the barrow.

"Sorry about that Kate, they didn't mean any harm. You know what these lads are like for larking about. I hope they didn't upset you? You won't be complaining to that fiancé of yours will you?"

"No, don't be silly, it wasn't as though anyone touched me. I'm not like my Brian; I'm a working class girl. I wasn't really worried; I knew they were just having fun."

"Well that's real sporting of you my dear, from what I've seen of your Brian, I recon he'd have gone ape-shit. Excuse my French."

"You're right, and I don't think he'd approve of me getting a ride like this in this barrow either."

"Not with all my lads here gawking at your knickers."

"Well that's all they will see! This is a tennis skirt with sewn-in knickers; it's made to keep prying eyes from seeing things they shouldn't ought to see."

"Hey that's my phone."

Off ran Stan splashing his way from one puddle to another as he raced across to a caravan that was perched up on bricks at the side of the house. They used the caravan as office/canteen while they were on site. Stan had arrived at the caravan, and within a couple of seconds the end window opened, and he was leaning out of it, waving the phone in his hand.

"It's your fiancé, and he sounds in a bit of a state. Come-on Jim get her over here as quick as you can."

Jim started trying to get a move-on, but the barrow began bouncing me about, almost throwing me out as the barrow wheel bumped over the rough ground and rubble.

"Hold-up there Jim, you'll have poor little Kate tipped out on the ground at that rate."

Jim stopped the barrow, and Ken, lent across, putting one arm under my knees, and his other around my back.

"Come on love, get your arm around my neck and hang on, otherwise he'll have your little bottom all black and blue."

Without thinking I just did as he'd said, and next second he was running across the site, as Stan had done splashing from puddle to puddle.

When we arrived at the caravan, instead of putting me down in the door-way, he took me to the open window where Stan was leaning out holding the phone. But as the caravan was actually mounted on big building blocks, it meant this window was high in the air. So Ken sort of swung me around, lifting me up and onto his shoulder, where I kind of balanced for a second allowing him to let go with his hands and then take hold of my waist. Then he just lifted me high in the air, and sat me on the top of a tall stack of timber that was piled next to the caravan window.

So perched up high in the air, I took hold of the phone.

"Hello."

"Are, there you are. I've been worried sick. The roads are all closed around here, and I can't even get out of Buxton."

While I'm busy trying to talk to Brian, all the men were congregating in front of where I was sitting.

"I'm ok. There was no need for you to worry."

"What about your mom, is she there with you?"

I knew he would only get all screwed-up if I told him I was up here by myself; so I told Brian lie number one.

"Yes, she's here. We're both ok thanks."

"Ok, I'll try getting out of Buxton on the Macclesfield road, and coming into the valley from the other end. It'll probably take me some time, but I'll let you know how I'm getting on later."

"I don't think it's worth you trying. The valley road isn't even there any more. There's no way you'll be able to get up here."

"What do you mean, isn't there?"

"That's just what I do mean, from here; I can see the whole valley is one big wide river, it's flooded to at least 100 feet wide."

"So how did you get there?"

"I only just got off the valley road before the flood arrived."

"What about your mom?"

"Oh, yes, she was with me in my car."

I told Brian lie number two, and one of the men who stood in front of me was wagging his finger, and mouthing the words, 'Naughty girl, telling hubby porky pies.'

"So you're both unharmed?"

"Yes, we're fine."

I'm stuck up in the air, with all the men stood in a semi-circle directly in front of me, their heads about in line of site with the height of the timber pile I'm sat on. I was having difficulty concentrating on what Brian was saying, with one of the men making silly gestures and taking the Mickey out of my every answer. And then to make matters worse, the two men stood at the extreme ends of the semi-circle of onlookers, both put their hands on the inside of my knees, and began to gently pull my legs open.

Without thinking about the phone in my hand, I said,

"Hey! Pack it in!"

"What's happening, who's there with you?"

"Nothing, just the cat, pulling at the phone cable."

It was the first thing that came into my head, and I could hardly tell him I had over half a dozen men playing silly buggers, trying to get a peek at my knickers!

"Ok, But what are you going to do about getting home, shall I get onto the emergency services to see if they will get a helicopter out to you?"

"God Brian! Don't be so melodramatic. I'm not going to come to any harm having to spend a night out here. I'm sure they've got some food, and it isn't as if I'll be out here on my own."

"I guess so, but put Johnson on the phone, I want to make sure he looks after you properly."

I handed the phone back into the caravan.

"He wants to have a word with you."

Then as Stan moved back inside the caravan to talk to my Brian, I thought I'd try to sort out these overgrown school boys that were tormenting me. But being perched so high, I dare not try to jump to the ground; and try as I may to pry the hands from my knees, they were far too strong. I was telling them to take their hands off, but not wanting Brian to hear, it was all kind of mime and whispers. Then Stan leant back out of the window, handing the phone back to me.

"Hi darling."

"Ok now I've told Johnson, I expect him to look after you and your mom, and he says he'll let you have the use of his caravan tonight, while he and his men sleep in the House. He says he has plenty of food there, so I guess there's no more I can do for now. If you're sure you'll be ok, then I'll let you get yourself sorted, and I'll phone again tomorrow morning to see how things are getting on."

"Ok. Bye till tomorrow, love you."

"Night night."

And with that the phone went dead.

"Can I ring my mom, I'd forgotten about her meeting me here, I hope she's alright."

Stan held the receiver buttons down, "What's her number?"