Steve the dirty old tradie, makes me cum

This is a story, based on some facts, but it was a long time ago and I've added a lot more to it. It's a slow build up but hopefully worth the wait. Kerry

I'd been the token girl amongst my 3 male friends.
We had all gone to primary school then to separate high schools but we stayed close, hanging out, going surfing, camping and I'd fucked each of them separately and one threesome with Jack and Dave and was always happy being used by each of them since I just loved sex.

I spent more time with Jack since he lived closer to my house, but I'd slept with Dave more as his cock was bigger. I ended up pregnant so Dave and I got married when I was 18.

We had a baby boy who I believe was his, but in all honesty, I really don't know. I think he felt the same which at times became apparent if we had an argument. He'd ask if our son was infact his and I told him that of course he was. I must admit to never staying the loving loyal wife.

I never really wanted to be married at an early age and felt I had wanted more to being a young carefree 'slut', rather than a young married mother.

While Dave was a great provider, he lacked with emotional support and love and our sex life dwindled to the point that I craved it anywhere I could find it.

When our son started school, I was offered part time work as a secretary at a friend's electrical business.
I only worked three days a week in school hours so I had time to play the rest f the week.
One of the electricians was an older guy named Steve. He was married but his wife had early onset dementia and had been in a care home once he was unable to take care of her.

Paul, the owner of the business made a few comments about how Steve seems to be doing more time in the workshop the past few weeks, where before I'd started he preferred being away from the workshop. He asked me if f Steve ever made me feel uncomfortable at all.
I had no reason to feel uncomfortable and asked why he'd asked me that.

"Haven't you noticed how he seems to look at you, almost as if he's undressing you with his eyes?"

"No, not at all, he's always been very polite and I've not noticed anything to make me weary about him," the thought of him undressing me with his eyes actually gave me excited tingles.

"Well just let me know if he says or does anything to upset you,"

"Ok, sure, but really I think he's a nice guy and I understand how right now he's probably feeling a bit lonely, and as long as he doesn't cross any lines, I'm really ok with him staring at me. But thanks for looking out for me."
I got back to work and my mind started thinking about Steve, and how maybe he and I could maybe help each other out.

Friday was the monthly 'Safety Meeting'. I didn't normally work then, but Paul asked if I could as there had been a couple of safety issues that needed to be addressed and I had all the reports for them.
After the meeting they had a few beers and Paul cooked up a BBQ, and I was asked to hang around for it.
I'd arranged for a friend to pick up my son from school and keep him at her place till I got home.

After the meeting, things were very relaxed. There were a total of 8 workers, and Paul and I, we had a great time and it was the first time I'd actually been so relaxed not having to worry about my son, and I decided to have a few wines, which I'd asked Paul to buy.
It was normal for Paul to leave early and let the tradies lock up, and when he left, he asked if I wanted a lift, but I was enjoying myself, he told me to be safe and be careful being just one of two females.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine." I hugged him and he left.

Once he'd left, the party got a little more relaxed, the music was changed to more techno beats, a few bongs got passed around and the mood completely changed.

I never had bongs or drank more than I could handle, I wanted to stay in control.

Steve also never smoked dope and was not drinking much either. We sat outside having a cigarette and were just chatting about our lives and how they hadn't gone the way we'd expected.

Steve started telling me about his wife and how he missed her, but she gotten to the stage where she sometimes didn't recognise him, and how it hurts seeing her deteriorate.
He had become a little emotional and had tears in his eyes. I gave him a hug and suggested he should go visit her before it got too late, I gave him my phone number and told him to call me anytime he needed to chat.
We both went home, but to avoid any suspicions, he left before me, then after a while I called a taxi and went to pick up my son.

I stayed at my friend's house that night and she drove me to pick my car up from work the next day. To my surprise, Paul was in the workshop so I went and said hi.

"How were things after I left?" He asked.

"Ok but the young ones changed the music so Steve and I had a good chat, I told him to go visit his wife then I stayed at my friend's for the night, it was a good time really."

"So you were comfortable with Steve, he didn't get sleazy or anything?"

"No not at all, but he is missing his wife, which is understandable,"

"Well maybe we could have more drinks on Friday if you can come along, maybe it would be good for everyone."

We talked about it t some more and I told him it'd be good for moral at work and I may not be able to be there everytime but it was a good change from my usual boring routine.

My next day at work was Tuesday, and it was the usual busy day and Steve came into the workshop, saw me and came to say how he'd enjoyed getting to know me, and he spent most of the weekend with his wife as she was getting worse, but thanked me for listening and suggesting to visit her.

He got on with his work and left.
I didn't see him until Friday where I'd organised my friend to do the school pick up same as last week.

I decided not to drink at all this time, I wanted to be able to pick my son up and go home. It was a good afternoon, the staff were grateful for me suggesting to do it more regularly and as usual Paul left, the bongs came out and I decided to go home.

Steve asked if I could give him a lift and that's where my life took a huge turn, and for once it seemed, for the better.