Bob the Builder and Bob the dog

Bob the Builder and Bob the Dog

“You’re looking very sexy tonight, Faye.” Bob whispered into my ear, as he brushed past me on his way to the toilet.
“A girls’ gotta try.” I coolly replied, although I’d already gone weak at the knees.
Bob, the company Sales Manager, was ‘drop dead gorgeous’, and had screwed at least four other girls from our office that I knew about. His nickname was ‘Bob the Builder’, after the cartoon character.
“Do you want another drink?” he asked, when he returned.
“That would be nice. A Southern Comfort and lemonade, please.” I replied.
“Large one?” He asked.
“I hope so!” I chuckled, and raised my eyebrows.
With a little squeeze of my bum, he returned to the bar.
I was standing alone, at our Warehouse managers’ retirement party, as my friend Carla had gone to speak to her boss.
Moments later he returned with my drink.
“What’s that you’ve got?” I asked nodding towards his glass.
“Good old fashioned coke,” he grimaced, “I’ve got the car. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” he smiled as he looked me straight in the eye with his baby blue eyes.
“There’s a free bar, so I couldn’t miss that, could I?” I giggled, as the copious amount of free drink began to take its toll.”
Pressing his soft cheek against mine, he whispered, “How are you getting home? Would you like a lift?”
“Oh My God!” I thought, “You don’t waste anytime, do you?”
“You don’t know where I live,” I smirked.
“You can show me.” Bob gave a little laugh as his eyes smouldered.
“Okay,” I answered trying to be as nonchalant as my shaking legs would allow.
“Give me 10 minutes, and then I’ll see you in the car park. Is that alright?” He winked as he turned away.
My head was spinning with a mixture of excitement and lots of drink.
After quickly saying goodnight to Carla and my other friends I was standing next to his Audi car when he arrived.
Bob turned to make sure that no one could see us, and then pressed his body against mine as he planted his large firm lips onto my soft ones. Softly and gently he kissed me, as his large hands pulled me even closer, until I could feel the swelling in his pants.
My head was spinning as I got into the passenger seat.
“Where do you want to go?” Bob asked as he revved the engine.
“Home.” I told him. “Low Fell, top of the hill, behind the shops.”
“Where do you want to go first? You do know what I mean, don’t you?” He looked confused.
With a deep breath, so that I didn’t slur my words, and with a straight face, I blurted out, “I know exactly what you mean. Now take me home!”
The look of disappointment, on his face, was wonderful.
My mouth slowly broke into a smile as I told him, “My parents are away, and the house is empty!”
“Funny girl!” he muttered.
The drink was definitely taking an effect on me as we sped along the city roads. I slid my hand onto his crotch and tickled his cock until I could feel it expand even further, then I ran my fingernail along the outline making him squirm in his seat.
As I fumbled with my house key, Bob ran his hands over my fleshy tits making me drop the key ring onto the ground. When I bent over he grabbed my hips and simulated ‘doggy’ sex with me.
“Hey! Wait until we get inside!” I giggled as I finally opened the door. As the door opened and we stumbled in, Bob screamed, “SHIT!” as the family dog jumped up to greet us.
The huge black cross Dalmatian had his front paws on my shoulders and was slobbering across my face.
“Aaaaahhh! Bobbybingo! Have you missed me?” I forced our pet down onto the floor, where I tickled his tummy.
“Christ! I thought that it was the Hound of the Baskervilles!” Bob joked.
“You go into the living room and I’ll put him into the garden to ‘do his toilet”, I told ‘Bob the builder’, as ‘Bob the dog’, scampered along the corridor.
I made sure that the door was firmly closed, when I entered the living room, so we wouldn’t be disturbed.
Bob was already stretched out on the sofa. “Come here, babe,” he beckoned me to him.
Within seconds we were in a passionate embrace, kissing and touching each other.