Some of the stories on here either from, or about tradesmen remind me of a very happy summer I spent as a labourer for a landscaping firm in 2012. That whole summer was a bit crazy. Olympic fever gripped the country and people were generally happier than usual. Plus the weather was great for a change. I was 30, had finished a job working in IT and was at a bit of a loose end. My dad got a bit pissed off with me back at home and moping around so in March told me I was going to help a mate of his for a few weeks. It turned out they were a landscaping company and pretty much closed down each winter, and employed lots of casual labour for the spring and summer. The whole thing was cash in hand and the money was really good. It wasnt rocket science though...mostly driving a tipper van to collect stuff and drop off, and manual labour. Fencing, decking, turfing etc. The houses we worked on were almost all huge. Anyone who knows Chichester will know that the villages around the area are full of money. Ok thats the background. The boss was a bit of a twat but generally good to work for. He would occasionally muck in with the work but spent his time visiting potential customers. He has three teams of four and occasionally we would work together in an 8 or even a 12. Each team led by an older guy who had been with the firm for a while, and three lads like me. My team was Phil, a mouthy guy who talked shit all day, Jez, a 19 year old who had dropped out of Uni and Mick, mid 20s, a big fat fucker who did more work than the rest of us put together. Phil was always bragging about women he'd fucked, customers who he had fucked and we took it with a pinch of salt. It was a laugh though as the banter was endless. I was a month in and we started on a huge house, in the middle of nowhere,. clearing an overgrown tennis court before turfing the lawn. We never met the husband but the wife was an older woman, probably in her mid 60s. Slim, always immaculately turned out. The weather was warming up and she would bring drinks down to us every couple of hours. We were a few days in and Phil disappeared for an hour. He returned saying how he'd just been fucking the customer. We all derided him, saying its bullshit as he was no oil painting and rough would be an understatement. He got really pissed off, he was one of those guys who could dish it out but couldnt take it. The ribbing went on for some time but we saw the customer approaching. Ok, says one of the lads, prove it. She was nice as always, and Phil said, "are you ready for more cock luv". We were all speechless as she said, in her posh accent, "Oh Im always ready for that." "Cmon then, show the lads what you have." She just rolled her leggings down so reveal a grey trimmed minge, and removed her top, standing there naked apart from her garden crocks. For a woman of any age she has a nice figure. Small tits, maybe an a-b cup, and a slim size 8-10, I couldnt fucking believe it. Phil was all over her in a moment, mauling her, his muddy hands leaving their mark on her, roughly fingering her cunt. He soon had his cock out and as he sat down on the ground, she kneeled down sucking his cock. "Cmon then you useless twats, someone fuck her." Mick was first out of the blocks, kneeling down and fucking her hard, his fat stomach bouncing against her arse as he pounded away. No sooner had he come than Jez replaced him. I was wanking but got a bit carried away, coming on the ground before Jez had finished. Missing my chance. I need not have worried though as over the next 8 days, I fucked her at least twice a day, we all did, Phil had a thing about writing on her and would always have his marker, writing slut, cum dump etc on her which I was never keen on. Great in porn films but I felt it demeaned her a little. Two jobs and two weeks later, we're removing a patio. This time on a nice estate. It was a bit of a deja vu as Phil would disappear once or twice a day, returning to say he'd fucked the homeowner. We were there for just over a week and he was up there every day. On the final day, when he came back, he said, Ok lads, Ive a bonus for you. No mud in the house No speaking either. Not a word, but shes waiting upstairs for you. One at a time. I went first, through the conservatory. Upstairs the bedroom door was open, and the customer dolled up to the 9s. Wearing a blindfold, medium height, a nice size 14ish, big tits supported by a basque, stockings, suspenders, hands cuffed to some kind of belt. She was standing by the bed facing it. I started touching her cunt, it was soaking, probably a fair bit of Phils spunk in there too. Sucked her tits and fingered her for a while before helping her to bend over the bed. I easily slipped in. Fucked her then left. One after the other, the other two lads went up, returning smiling having emptied their sacks. For that whole summer, that seemed the pattern. Phil somehow charming these women into letting us all fuck them. So when I read about handymen on here, I am not surprised. I work in IT again, for an accountants. Boring fuckers the lot of them and its the thought of summer 2012 that is making me seriously consider a career change