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The Set: Heat of Hydration

byAlgonquin Twit©

This story was created as part of a chain story writing challenge. The goal was to write a story with the title "The Set" using the following ten words: Charity, Harmony, Lavender, Painting, Remote, Ribbon, Skulk, Sky, Solace, Transform.


Harry watched the young woman climbing the scaffolding that towered along one side of the building as he waited for the next concrete truck to back up to the pump. It was like a painting seeing her red hair against the lavender sky as the sun slowly set on the remote construction site. He'd be working late into the evening due to a number of malfunctions with the concrete pump, but he found solace in the fact he could watch her this evening as she worked late stacking brick so the masons could get an early start in the morning.

After signing the tickets for the last two concrete trucks and watching the last of the concrete pumped into place Harry directed the pump truck driver where to wash out the truck and then headed back into the building. With the last of the mud down his finishing crews could work in relative harmony, leveling and screeding the concrete before starting up the troweling machines. Besides checking back with the finishers every hour or so Harry was pretty much free to skulk about the building, perhaps watch the lady mason as she worked some more.

From up on the third floor Harry watched as the last ribbon of sunlight faded in the west when he noticed a shapely silhouette along the edge of the building. He slowly walked across the concrete floor as the city lights in the distance transformed the entire scene into an odd science fiction like setting. He seemed to be looking out across a future landscape as he walked up to the woman and said, "It sure looks different as the lights come on."

"Yeah watching the sunset from a jobsite just seems to do something to me. That's why I always try to work late."

"It does kind of take your breath away, I guess," Harry replied.

"That too, but for me it's more... kind of a physical thing. I feel a freedom as it gets quiet and dark, kind of turns me on."

"Wow, I didn't think masonry was so exciting."

"No, I'm serious, I actually get turned on."

"Turned on?"

"Yeah, but usually I'm alone so I just... well..."

"You mean you actually..." Harry paused, not wanting to blurt out the word.

"Yes, actually I do."

Feeling a tingling in his pants Harry opened his mouth, shut it and then opened it again saying, "I never would have imagined."

"Of course I'm not alone now," she replied slyly.

"Oh I see," Harry replied running his hand through his gray hair, "The old man's a charity case."

"Did I call you a charity case? Okay you're a bit older than me..."

"A bit, I could be your father," Harry replied.

"Well, let's just say a young uncle," she replied, stepping up closer to him and running her hand down his chest.

"Oh I don't know if I can..." Harry started, but paused as her hand continued down his chest, over his belt and down to the bulge in his pants.

"You can't? It looks like you can to me," she replied. She then kneeled in front of him, delicately taking his zipper and lowering it.

Leaning back against a stack of bricks, Harry stood quietly as she reached in and took a hold of his cock. Carefully working it out of his pants she slowly began stroking it until a pool of precum formed in the tiny hole. She looked up at him, smiled and then stuck her tongue out and dipped it into the pool.

"Hmmm, there's nothing like the taste of precum on a cool evening. That bitter taste really makes me wet. Do you want to see how wet?"

Harry nodded.

The woman stood up, unfastened her pants and then grabbed Harry's hand, guiding it to the waistband of her panties. He slowly worked his hand inside her panties and slid it downward. His fingers worked through the soft curls of her hair and then found the delicate skin of her lips. Finding the slit between them, he moved downwards feeling his fingers get wetter and wetter as he went. Reaching her opening, he slid his finger into her and pushed it deep.

"Oh yeah, you see how wet."

"Yeah, so wet," he replied.

"Now how about we get your cock wet. You want to do that?"

"Oh yeah," Harry moaned, as he pulled his hand out of her pants and then began unfastening his belt. He quickly dropped his pants to the ground as he watched her untie and kick off her boots and then pull off her jeans and panties.

The woman stepped over to the brick pile, leaned over it and wiggled her ass towards Harry saying, "Come on, let's get your cock wet."

Harry stepped forward and pushed his hips toward her. He felt her grab his cock from between her legs and guide it. Leaning into her, Harry felt the tip of his cock sliding between her wet lips. She was so wet it slid easily, so he grabbed her hips and shoved hard.

"Yes, that's it," she moaned, "can you feel it?"

"Oh yeah," he cried, "so wet, so wet."

"Yeah your cock's wet isn't it... soaking wet."

"So wet," he moaned.

"Oh god it's good. Yeah just like that," she moaned.

Harry could feel her juices all in his pubic hair and running down his thighs. He'd never fucked a woman who was so wet. Each time he shoved his cock deep his pubis splashed against her ass. Suddenly she groaned and reached back, grabbing him and holding him tight against her. He could feel her pussy squeezing his cock then releasing, squeezing and releasing, again and again.

With her orgasm he could feel more of her juices flow out onto her thighs and as he began thrusting again the juices soon ran down his thighs too. Although his cock slid into her too easily now, so easily he could barely feel her, the wetness flooding him turned him on so much that with a few additional thrusts he felt the pleasure jolt through him. He arched his back and splashed deep into her spurting his cum into the ocean of her pussy.

He remained leaned over her back as his cock slowly shrank and with a wet splash it slipped out of her. He pulled up his clothes and as he zipped up and fastened his belt he noticed a huge, soaking wet spot across the front of his pants. The woman's clothes were even worse, the pants completely soak from crotch down to her ankles.

"Damn you were so wet," he said, pulling her close to him.

"Yeah, I always bring a change of clothes."

"Is it like this when you are alone and do it?"

"Not as bad, but I still need a change of clothes. Next time you will need to bring some too I guess," she said, nodding at his pants.

"Next time?"

"Next time the sun sets while your concrete sets."

They walked together down the stairs and then towards where the concrete finishers were getting ready to move the trowels onto a corner of the concrete pour. Wafts of mists rose off the concrete into the cool night air.

"Look it's like the concrete is smoking," the woman said.

"Yeah, moisture rising off the concrete as it heats."


"Yes the heat of hydration. Here, feel it," Harry said, guiding her hand onto the damp concrete. "Feel the warmth."

"It's a wet warmth," she replied.

"Just like..."

"Yes, just like that," she replied.

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