Lydia

When: June 1982
Status: Married
Occupation: Warehouse
Meetings: Five
Age: Mid- twenties

Sorry, got some more Polaroids from back in the early 80s. And that's usually a pretty good indication that a post will deal with a woman I met in a mobile home park. And that indication is straight on in this entry. Anyway, it was June in 1982 and I was a week or so into my relationship with Four Corners Marie.

Wow, I stayed faithful to FCM for over a week!

Anyway, the summer session at Chaffey hadn't started yet, so Jim's dad sent me on a job in Etiwanda. He said that the job was a four or five-day deal, "but since it's you, I imagine it'll take a month."

Hilarious.

So on Wednesday morning, I headed out. I got there around 8:00 and set up for the day. This was going to be pretty easy. The place just needed some awning supports replaced, a paint job on the inside and outside, some panels replaced and some clean up. There was a lot of little stuff as well, but nothing too labor intensive. Now this will sound odd, but the shittier the mobile home park, the better I liked it. "Ryan, why? Why, Ryan, why?"

Well, if you're living in an upper-scale mobile home park, life isn't that bad. People who live in those types of parks usually live in them for a reason. They're retired, don't want to bother with a house or apartment, their kids have moved out and they're downsizing a bit. Some travel a lot and want something they know they can leave and it'll be safe. Or they just don't want the upkeep a regular house requires.

But the really bad parks, well, people are there for reasons as well. And those reasons are never as good as the ones listed above. They've lost their house, are down on their luck, any number of reasons. But nobody ever lives in Shitty Ass Mobile Home Estates by choice. They have to.

Soooooooooooooo....... What does this have to do with me preferring to work in the crappy parks?

Women, of course. It's a lot harder to get a married woman in bed when she's happy with her life than to get a married woman to fuck if she's hating her life. And that's not to say that people at Shitty Ass Estates hate their lives--well, at least not all of them. Anyway, I've nailed married women in high-rent mobile home parks and been turned down by married women in the dumps. But I've always felt on some level, my odds of nailing a married woman in a dump were better.

So I went over early on a Thursday morning, chowing down an egg mcmuff(in) along the way. I pulled into the mobile home park and was underwhelmed. It was a little after 8 A.M. and I was unloading the truck. This unit didn't need a ton of work, just some trash removal, painting, etc....

Anyway, I had parked the truck in the carport and was being pretty quiet. The last thing I needed was some resident complaining. I was reaching for some paint when I heard some huckleberry say, "Excuse me." Oh fucking great. I was either going to get shot or have to deal with an asshole. Although I would suspect if somebody was going to shoot me, he'd be an asshole anyway.

So I turned and saw a guy standing there. He didn't look particularly imposing. He did, however, really strike me as annoying, even before he said what he said next. "My wife's sleeping. You aren't going to make too much noise, are you?"

This really pissed me off. I hadn't made any noise to that point. But I resisted the urge to be a jerk."No, I'll be working inside for a few hours."
"Oh. Cause my wife works the night shift and she's sleeping and I don't want her to be waked up."

Hey, peckersuck, half the park was still sleeping. And "waked up"? Really?

"No need worry about it. I'm used to working quietly in the early morning."
"Don't tell me not to worry about it--"

I cut him off.

"I didn't say that. And you know that, so don't cop an attitude. Now I told you I wasn't going to be loud, what more do you want?"

Then he backpedaled. "Okay. Thanks."

You're fucking welcome, dick. I hate people who cop an attitude for no reason.

He went back to his place and about twenty minutes later, took off and went to work. I remember hoping that his job involved rolling in raw meat and then petting lions. I spent the first couple of hours just cleaning up trash and stuff the previous tenants left behind. It wasn't too bad, at least compared to some previous jobs that I had been on.

Around ten, I heard somebody say, "Anybody in here?"

I could tell it was a female voice, so off went my shirt. Yeah, that's pretty much of a cliche move, but I was pretty cut back then. I'm still cut, only now it's more like Frosty the Snowman. I walked to the living room and saw a fairly hot blonde standing in the doorway.

"Hi. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, hey, did some guy come over this morning?"
"Uh huh."

She took a breath and exhaled. "Well, that was my husband. He left a note saying if the guy across the street made too much noise to let him know."

That fucking prick.

"So, I wanted to apologize. I don't know what's going on with him. I'm sorry."
"It's cool. Don't worry about it....."
"Lydia."
"Lydia. No big deal."
"Thanks......"
"Ryan."
"Ryan. Good to meet you."
"You too. So where do you work?"
"Oh, over at ABC Warehousing. Work from 3:30 to midnight."

We continued to talk for awhile and then she said, "Well, I guess I've bothered you long enough."Noooooooooooo! Don't leave, Lydia! I LOVEEEEEEEEE you! Actually, I love your tits.....

"No bother. I've enjoyed the company."
"So how long you going to be working here?"
"Till Sunday. Maybe Monday. Not a big job."
"Ah, okay."
"So we'll only have a few days to become best friends."

She laughed at that one. "Well, hubby probably wouldn't like that, but hey, he's going up to Lake Arrowhead with his buddies to fish this weekend so it's good to know my friend will be here....."

Fuck yeah. Awesome. Thank you, Universe......

"I think, well, that's my job. To be here for you."
"Oh for sure."

That exchange kept her there another hour. It was awesome. But she finally had to leave. But before she did, the universe smiled upon your favorite poacher yet again.

"No work tomorrow or Friday," she smiled. "Business is slow."

"So you can stay longer tomorrow?"
"Yeah, if you want me to."
"Yeah, that'd be nice."

Then she laughed and said, "But you have to take your shirt off again."

"Sure, if you do."
"Ah, nice one!"

Lydia left and I hauled ass that day. My Spidey-sense (aka Mr. Happy) was informing me that I might be getting biz-zay the next couple of days with Lydia. At worst, I'd get the job done earlier. I finished all of the interior painting and general clean up. I also replaced some paneling and put in two new toilets. Overall, it was a pretty productive day.

Luckily that night, Marie and I were able to get together for a nice fuck session. Lydia had worked me up pretty good.

The next day I pulled into the carport and started getting ready for work. I was ahead of schedule, and that's always a great feeling. I started on the skirting. Most of it was in pretty good shape; just a few pieces needed replacing. I was crimping the sheets when who should come back over? Yeah, Peckersuck.

Actually, his name was Phil, but "Peckersuck" fit him much better. Peckersuck just didn't have enough game to carry off a cool name like "Phil".

Anyway, I was geared up and ready to tell him to fuck off."Hey man. Listen, sorry about yesterday. Didn't mean to come off that way."

I didn't look up from what I was doing. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay, thanks man."

Yeah, whatever man. With any luck, I'll be sticking my dick in your wife later on, man. Hope you don't mind me fucking your wife, man. Nothing personal, man.

My favorite picture of Lydia.

I had no idea, actually. Some girls just like to flirt. I was certainly hoping this wasn't the case, but there had been plenty of times when I was sure I'd be banging a chick only to never see it happen.

As the morning dragged on, I was beginning to think that this was the case with Lydia. I finished the skirting, fix the awning struts, and painted the trim on the outside. Around one, I ran out and brought back some In N' Out for lunch. I got back, went inside and sat down on the floor, and scarfed it all down. After I was finished, I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes for a quick rest. A few minutes later, I heard "Sleeping on the job?" I recognized the voice as Lydia's and opened my eyes."I deserve it. I'm way ahead of schedule."
"Oh really? You must be pretty good."
"Not bad."
"Sorry I couldn't make it over earlier. Had some errands."
"No problem."
"So we're still friends?"
"Of course."
"So...."

Lydia didn't finish that thought. Instead, she got up and closed the shades and shut the front door. I got up and stripped. She locked the door and flipped on the light. Lydia turned and looked at me and Mr. Happy--who was standing at full attention--and smiled. She walked over to me and we started kissing.

She grabbed my ass and squeezed and played with it. I slid my hands under her waistband and returned the favor. We kissed for a couple of minutes until she gently pushed me against the wall. Lydia kissed her way down my chest and my stomach until she got onto her knees. She looked up and smiled and stroked my cock a couple of times with her fingers.

Then she started licking and kissing my balls and shaft. Lydia then took her index finger and propped my cock up against my stomach. She took her tongue and licked all the way from the bottom of my sack all the up to the top of my cock. She then took her finger off and let my cock fall onto her lips. I have to admit, that was a pretty cool move. I'm surprised I didn't do a Suzy Chapstick all over her pretty face.

Seriously, Suzy Chapstick was hot.

Anyway, Lydia slid her mouth up and down my cock several times while she slid her hands up and down the sides of my legs. Thankfully, she stopped sucking after a minute or two or I really would have coated her lips with some special lip balm.

Okay, okay, I'll move on from the Chapstick references.

Lydia stood up and smiled and said, "You leak a lot (of precum)." She bent over and took a swig of my coke and we kissed some more. I leaned down and slid her shorts and panties down her legs.

She pulled off her tank top and I reached around and unhooked her bra. Now it was her turn to stand up against the wall. I leaned down and paid some attention to her nipples, sucking and running my tongue over one and then working on the others.

She let out a soft sigh and I kissed my way down her chest and stomach until I was at eye-level with her hairy pussy. Lydia put her hands behind my head and pulled my face against her pubic mound. "You gonna eat me, honey?" I nodded and she laughed and said, "On your back."

I laid down and Lydia straddled my head and lowered her pussy onto my face. She then took her hands and spread her lips, exposing her clit. I went to work, licking and sucking on her hard clit for a few minutes until I heard her say, "Shit......" and then grunt and cum.

Lydia backed herself down and leaned down and we kissed for a minute while she stroked my cock. "Bet you wanna cum bad huh?" I nodded. She smiled and then straddled my hips and position my cock upwards. "This is gonna feel good in me....."

Well, it certainly felt good as it slid right into her wet pussy, that was for sure.

Hairy.....isn't scary!

Lydia rocked back and forth for a bit with my cock secured securely in her pussy. She just smiled and played with her tits as she gently moved back and forth. I was so ready to cum, but really wanted to hold off and enjoy her as long as I could.

Lydia then leaned all the way forward, until her face was right against mine and she was resting on her forearms. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I'll cum when you do. Pound it."

I reached down and grabbed onto her ass. Lydia braced herself and I started thrusting into her as hard as I could. The angle was pretty awkward, and I remember being surprised that my cock never fell out of her pussy.

I needed to get better leverage, so I laid my head back down against the floor and moved my hands to Lydia's hips. She responded by bracing herself on her hands. This positioning was much better and Lydia started gyrating her hips as I shoved my cock up into her repeatedly.

After a couple of minutes, I started grunting. Lydia moaned, "Cum with me....gonna cum too.....cum in me....."

I took a few more thrusts and shot my wad into Lydia's wet pussy. We came together and when we were done, she collapsed onto me with her head buried into my shoulder. I ran my hands up and down her back while we attempted to regain her composure.

After a couple of minutes, Lydia pushed herself up, rolled off of me, and started getting dressed.

"That was great, honey. You almost done with this place?"
"Almost. Should finish tomorrow."
"Asshole's going on that fishing trip.......taking tomorrow off....gonna leave around one...."
"Cool. Gonna come over."
"Yeah, to get you. How about you stay at my place until Sunday? If you promise to leave by noon?"'
No problem."
"Okay. Listen, I have to do some shit. We'll do this a lot starting tomorrow. See you later."

And she left, just like that. Not that I really had any objection to that.

I finished up enough the rest of the day and left a few hours of work. When I was finished for the day, I stopped by Bob's and told him that I'd be finished on Sunday but that I didn't need the truck the rest of the way. He was happy with that and promised me another job on Monday.

On the way home, I remembered that I also needed to postpone my Saturday night date with FCM. When I got home, I called her and told her I told her that I'd be pulling a couple of long days on this job but might run late on Saturday. She said that was cool and she'd just go out with her sister and we could go out on Sunday night.

And I was set.

By the way, I wasn't ripping Bob off. He didn't pay by the hour so much as by the job and what I actually did. I don't know his exact formula on how he decided to pay me, but it was always more than fair.

And normally, I would've told him about finishing early. But with a weekend fucking Lydia hanging in the balance, I didn't want to risk him sending me up to Visalia to help Jim. Shit, the drive alone took hours. And knowing Jim, he was already probably fucking some girl he no doubt picked up at some bar.

I forget the name of that bar. But whenever Jim was up there, he and his fake ID went there. And he always found some girl to take to his motel room and fuck. I didn't see any reason as to why this time would be any different. I'm pretty sure the last thing he wanted was to share his room with me.

Anyway.....

The next morning, I drove over and spent a few hours finishing up the job. The place looked fantastic. When I was done, I just stretched out on the floor and took a nap. I figured Lydia would wake me up when she came to get me.

I drifted off and woke up feeling a weight on Mr. Happy. I opened my eyes and saw Lydia smiling at me. Her knees were straddling my sides and she was grinding down gently on me.

"So you always take naps in mobile homes?"
"Only when I'm tired."
"You still tired?"
"Not anymore."
"Good."

She got up and laughed. "Wait about ten minutes and head over to my place--don't call any attention to yourself, okay?"

"How about I park my car over by the pool (where there was visitor parking) and walk back over?"
"That'll work."

Lydia walked back to her place and I parked my car in the guest parking area. I grabbed my overnight bag and walked back down the road to Lydia's place. I walked onto her carport and then up the steps to the kitchen door, which was slightly ajar. I opened the door and stuck my head in.

"Lydia?"
"Come on in."

I walked through the kitchen and into the living and saw Lydia leaning against the back of her couch. Naked.

Cool! Someone was ready to get the party started.

I walked over and Lydia and I started kissing. She broke away and put her hand on my cock and said, "How bout you take those off and get that out of it's holster?"

I started taking off my clothes and Lydia said, "You ever done anal?"

"Uh huh."
"Cool."

I finished getting naked and Lydia grabbed a tube of lubricant off the coffee table. She then started leaning over the back of the couch and said, "Easy at first, okay baby?"

And I said, "Shut your fucking mouth, bitch. I know how to butt fuck! And when I'm done, make me a fucking sammich!"

Okay, what I REALLY said was, "no problem."

Before lubing her up though, I got on my knees for some ass-rimming. As my tongue ran up and down her crack, I heard, "Fuck that's nice, baby." I continued to rim her and Lydia straightened up just a bit so she could play with her pussy.

I continued to eat her ass out while she rubbed her pussy. When I could tell that she was getting close, I slid my tongue right inside her ass. I heard her say, "Yeah, yeah, fuck, yes.....gonna cum, gonna cum."

Lydia bent back over the couch and said, "Fuck me, honey."

I lubed her asshole up and then got Mr. Happy nice and ready. As I was lubing up my great friend and tax accountant, I noticed a framed picture of Lydia's husband on one of the end tables. I had to keep myself from laughing.

I shot Mr. Peckersuck's picture the finger and gently slid the head of my cock into Lydia's tight ass. I slowly worked my way up her ass. I'd go about a half inch then pull out and then on the next stroke go up slowly and go up another half an inch or so.

That's how you do it, by the way. So many guys think it's just a matter of lubing a girl's asshole and his dick up and you can just plow away. Then they wonder why the girl never wants to get fucked there again.

No, you have to go slow and let her body react to this form of sex. The ass wasn't designed to be fucked. It just wasn't. So you have to go slow and let it get used to your, uh, interloper. Some guys think lube just opens the ass and relaxes all the muscles. And usually, they're corrected by a hurting and angry sex partner.

So, really, you can't go too slow at first.

Anyway, a few minutes of working Mr. Happy in and out, my entire shaft had made into Lydia's ass. I heard her say, "Yeah, that's how you're supposed to do it."

I then started sliding my cock in and out her ass. I always let the woman tell me when to increase the pace. After several minutes and gently sliding in and out, Lydia said, "Okay, you can go faster, sweetie."

I increased the pace and got a nice rhythm going. I took several glances over at Peckersuck's picture and smiled. This was bad. The ultimate in disrespect. I loved it.

It's one thing to fuck another guy's wife. It's even worse to bang her ass. But to do it in the guy's house while sneering at his picture? Well, that's just wrong!

Hey, fuck Peckersuck if he couldn't take a joke!

Finally, Lydia let out a loud groan and came. I continued to fuck her ass, but wanted to either cum soon or pull out. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her ass.

That did the trick. I groaned and shot my load into her gorgeous ass.

Lydia pushed herself up and kissed me and said, "Gotta use the bathroom, then we'll take a shower together." I watched her walk to the bathroom, my cum running down her leg. When she shut the door, I walked over to the picture.

"Hey dude. You see that? My cum was rolling down her leg. Suck it, asshole." Then I took my dick and shook it at him.

"Eat shit, bitch. I'm gonna fuck your wife all weekend. Enjoy fishing." A minute or so later, Lydia called me and I jumped into the shower with her.

All in all, the weekend was a blast. Lydia and I drank, ate, fucked and then repeated the cycle several times. I never did pull the Palm Pilot out of the hangar. I don't know why; I guess I just didn't feel like it.

Sunday came and around ten, Lydia and I woke up and fucked one last time. I then got showered and then got dressed. Lydia walked me to the door.

"Hey, thanks. Had a blast."
"Me too."
"I'd like to see you again, but.....well, you know..."
"Don't worry, it's cool. At least we had this weekend."
"Take care of yourself, honey."

I kissed her one last time and walked to my car and drove to Bob's. He wasn't home, so I handed his wife the key and drove home. Later that night, FCM and I went out to dinner and then up to the tennis club and fucked in the pool area after the clubhouse closed (much like we did the first time I fucked her).

I took quite a few pics of Lydia, but she ended up with most of them. I still have a few to share, though.

Lydia