I’m a contractor. I own a millwork and trim business mainly focusing on high end residential homes. A lot of work and thousands of decisions go into these homes, and I’m often coordinating with the general contractor, homeowners and especially interior designers to make these beautiful showpieces come to life. We often exchange phone numbers to streamline the communication process. I get pictures from designers and homeowners of all types of design concepts from magazines and even existing homes. I love taking these concepts and applying them to fit their personal tastes and frankly I’m very good at it. Over the years there have been many times I’ve fantasized about some of these women. There have been gorgeous trophy wives, even more gorgeous milfs that have taken exceptional care of themselves and they know it. But it’s the interior designers that always make me hard thinking about them. Smart, creative, always dressed well even on a job site, and always smelling like heaven. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been tempted many times to test the waters with some of these women, but always maintained a professional relationship. Even when I’ve gotten certain vibes from more than a few of them, this business pays too much to jeopardize any professional relationships. I was recently on a very big job requiring a lot of coordination with one designer. We’ll call her Sarah. Sarah is probably late 30’s, tall and slender but with an amazing ass. She was all business, and we were making amazing progress on this beautiful home. Late one evening, I was having a beer and watching football at home when my phone went off. It was a text from Sarah. I glanced at the preview on my Lock Screen and it said “Tell me what you think of these.” Great, more work, I thought. Does she ever stop? A couple minutes later I picked up my phone and, taking a long pull from my beer, I swiped up and hit on our text thread. Under her text was a pic of a ceiling with shiplap, seen it many times but Ok. I swiped to the next pic of an ornate mantle, thinking about how much I can charge for that beast. Swiping to the next pic I almost dropped my beer, sitting bolt upright and feeling my cock twitch. It was pic looking down her body, past her small but firm breasts to a beautiful shaved pussy with her middle finger sliding up her slit. I sat staring for what seemed like hours. Formulating my reply, I settled for making a cheeky joke. I wanted to see her reaction. “I think the first two will work with a little tweaking, but they won’t be cheap. The third one is absolute perfection. I’ll gladly take that on free of charge lol.” My phone immediately started buzzing with text after text: Omg Omg I didn’t mean to send that! I’m so embarrassed! Sorry Sorry Shit! Trying to keep my composure and give her an out if it really was a mistake, I replied “It’s ok, easy mistake. But you may want to put that type of pic in a different folder lol.” “You’re right. I can’t believe I’m so stupid. Please promise me youll never mention this. And can I ask you to delete it? Do I have to? At this point I could see her start and stop typing 3 or4 times. I’m dying to see where this goes, and I’ve started slowly stroking my cock thinking about this woman. “Well if you’re not, then you owe me one” Gladly! As always, please tell me what you think of my work!

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