Rosie the Bricklayer by Ken Earl Wherein bricks, AND Ken's pal Roy, get laid by a well-built woman. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- FEEDBACK WELCOME - Email Ken_Earl_2003@hotmail.com Please note "ROSIE LEE" is rhyming slang for "TEA" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- One of my mates from the pub quiz-team told me this story, so it must be true, mustn't it? Roy, Ted and I were in the pub, warming up with a couple of pints before the quiz started. I was telling them about how my new girlfriend,Molly ,had picked me up, and I mean that quite literally, in the Supermarket. (If you want to know more read "The Flat" by my-good-self) "I knew this strongwoman once", Roy said, with a faraway look in his eye. Now in my extensive experience of pub conversation, especially after one or two pints have been consumed, the participants compete with one another to be the centre of attention. Picture this if you will - someone says "Did you see that documentary on TV last night about the S.A.S?" Someone else immediately chimes in with - "I was in the S.A.S once". He looks round to see that he has everyone's undivided attention, then adds "But I'm not allowed to talk about it!" OK, so I've never heard anything that far fetched, but I was dubious to say the least. Roy appeared to have wandered down a cul-de-sac in Memory lane. Ted, being the gullible soul that he is, said at length "Well go on, Roy, tell us about it.! "All in good time, Ted", Roy replied, proferring his empty glass. "Same again?" said Ted, rising to get the round in. "He never learns" said Roy, grinning. "You old skinflint!" I said. "This is a wind-up, though, isn't it?" I asked. "I'll have you know" said Roy "there was a time, when I had a full head of hair, a healthy liver, and a sex life!" "Nah" I said "I can't believe you ever had hair. I didn't know that you shared my taste for strong-looking women, though!" "Listen" Roy said "this all happened about forty years ago. I'd never even seen a woman with muscles in those days. It was quite an eye-opener!". "My head was telling me I didn't fancy her", he went on "but my trousers told me otherwise". "Yeah, I think I know where you're coming from, no pun intended". We both stopped talking at that point, for Elsie the barmaid was pulling our pints and her mighty cleavage under duress was something to behold. Ted returned with the beers. Roy's tale ---------- I was 17, still at school and it was the Summer holidays. My Uncle Fred was a builder, and he let me work for him to earn a bit of cash. I was only good for digging holes, filling skips, mixing cement and making the tea - you know, a sort of glorified shit-shoveller, but I needed the money. Anyway, Fred and Bill were working on this rear extension to a semi detached house just down the road. It took me me about 5 minutes to cycle there - what you might call handy. On my last day of gainful employment I got there about 15 minutes late, on account of a puncture. Fred and Bill were sitting` in the van waiting for me. I expected to get a bit of a bollocking, but they were both grinning from ear to ear. "Roy, my son, nice of you to grace us with your presence" said Uncle Fred, but he wasn't annoyed. "Look, lad" he went on "an emergency job has just come up and we're off to Wanstead. You stay here - there's a delivery of bricks due any minute and I want you to cart them round the rear". "I want the brickwork to be finished today so I phoned an old friend to help me out. You'll be mixing the cement for her". "Her?!" I asked in genuine surprise. "That's right, Rosie Lee" he said, handing me the keys to the house - the owners were on holiday, you see. "I'm sure you'll get on famously" said Bill. For some reason this caused them both to roar with laughter. "Don't worry" called out Bill as they drove off "She'll be gentle with you!", and they dissolved once more into laughter. No sooner had they gone than the delivery lorry arrived and the driver dropped off two pallets of bricks. I went round the back to fetch the wheelbarrow. I was not looking forward to this one little bit, but the side access was too narrow for all but the smallest car so the bricks would have to be barrowed by yours truly. I half-filled the wheelbarrow with bricks and, with an effort, lifted it and set off. It was a great strain on my arms to steer it round the corner and to tip the bricks out. The physical work was getting easier for me after four weeks of it, but I was a right weed compared to Uncle Fred and Bill who had been doing it since they left school. I groaned inwardly at the thought of all the effort that lay ahead. After all I couldn't expect this Rosie to help out, could I? As I returned to the front of the house a van pulled up bearing the legend E LEE & DAUGHTER - ALL BUILDING WORK UNDERTAKEN and a blonde woman got out. I suppose she was about 30, but when you're a teenager everyone over the age of 25 looks old, right? She was wearing a tatty old tracksuit, and DM boots. She was maybe an inch or two shorter than me but she had broad shoulders and a confident manner. "I'm Roy" I said, offering my hand, "you must be Rosie?" The smile on her face froze slightly, as she took my hand in her much smaller hand. "I'd prefer it" she said politely "if you'd call me JENNY, which is my real name. Fred WILL have his little joke. Years ago I made the tea for everyone because that's what apprentices do. But I'm NOBODY's tea-girl anymore, understood?" and with that she gripped my hand so hard that I thought she'd broken a couple of fingers. "Anything you say, Jenny!" I said hastily, and began to pile more bricks into the wheelbarrow. To my surprise, she weighed in to help. I stopped when it was half-full, but she said "No, no! fill it up otherwise we'll be here all day!" I could see that she expected me to be able to shift it, so I gave it my best shot. I managed to lift it , but my arms were shaking and I knew that I wouldn't be able to steer it. Jenny saw it too. "Put it down" she ordered. "There's another wheelbarrow in my van- you fill 'em, I'll push 'em". She rolled up her sleeves, revealing thick, veiny forearms. She bent her knees slightly and lifted - her forearms swelled visibly, but there was no strain in her face as she set off. She made it look easy! I raced to get the other wheelbarrow and filled it as quickly as possible, but she was back and waiting before I'd finished. We worked non-stop until all the bricks had been shifted. I was almost on my knees by this time, but Jenny had hardly broken sweat. "It's going to be a lovely day" she said, looking up at the sun, "I feel nicely warmed up." With that she stripped off her tracksuit top. I couldn't help staring - she only had on a vest underneath, and she wasn't wearing a bra! Her boobs weren't that big but they were very firm and her nipples were straining against the vest which, stretched tight by her broad back, looked a size too small. Her whole torso was pumped-up from her exertions. She ran her hands through her hair - I'm sure this was a pose for my benefit - because it was like she was flexing her biceps fo me. I'd never ever seen a muscular woman before, and I was surprised at the effect it was having on me - I had a massive hard-on. Jenny was trying not to laugh at my embarrassment. "Tea-break time" she spluttered. There was no need for her to say who was making the tea. ---- The tea break was all too brief. No sooner had we finished than I found myself loading the cement mixer and stacking bricks on scaffold boards 6 feet off the ground. Jenny was up on the boards, laying bricks so fast that I could barely keep up with her. Each time she needed a fresh bucket of cement I would tie it to a rope for her to haul up. When it got high enough, she would reach down and curl it with one arm. She was a right show-off - not that I'm complaining - her arm looked like it was going to explode! Eventually the brickwork was complete and Jenny called me over. She motioned for me to take her arm and, when I did, she lifted me up onto the scaffold boards. The whole structure rocked alarmingly and I found myself holding onto her, to prevent myself falling. "Don't worry" she laughed "I've got you" and she gave me a brief but powerful bearhug. I gasped as the air was forced from my lungs. "I didn't just lift you up here to show off" she said, still holding me. "I thought I'd treat us to fish and chips, but while I'm gone you can start to clean up the brickwork and do a bit of pointing. How's that sound?" "Great!" I replied, but I felt a big let-down when she let go of me. Jenny was back in half-an-hour with freshly fried fish and chips. She'd even remembered the pickled onions. Needless to say we washed it down with tea - made by yours truly. ------------------------- After we'd eaten, Jenny told me to carry on working, but she disappeared for 15 minutes inside the house and when she came back, judging by her wet hair, she'd had a shower and was wearing a fresh tee-shirt and a pair of shorts. She had powerful thighs that stretched the fabric of the shorts and her calves were small-but-tight bunches of hard muscle. The fact that she was carrying a towel and a bottle of sun-tan lotion suggested that she had, as far as she was concerned, finished for the day. She put on a pair of sunglasses and posed around for a while, looking for a good spot on the lawn - some of it was in shade because there were high fences on all sides. Having found a good spot she spread her towel and relaxed under the hot sun, while I laboured away with some resentment. --------------- I'd finished cleaning and pointing the brickwork and was climbing down when Jenny called out "Roy, come here a minute, will you?" Turning round I saw that she was lying on her front without the tee-shirt. "Rub some oil on my back, please" she said. "Just a second!" I said and raced into the kitchen to clean all the gunge from my hands. Returning as swiftly, I massaged oil into Jenny's back and arms, while she purred away making appreciative "mmmm" noises. She was totally relaxed and I was amazed at how heavy and dense her muscles were. I kept returning again and again to her arms, each time becoming more aroused. "You're too good at this" she said, and without warning rolled over onto her back and lay with her hands behind her head. Her swollen,oiled biceps glistened in the bright sunshine. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she teased. "My tits need a good rub too!". I'd barely started on her tits, when next thing I know she's pulled my head into them with one arm and managed to whip off her shorts with the other. Then she clamped her legs around my middle and rolled us over. She didn't even bother to take my trousers off! She went at it with total abandon, and I came so hard that afterwards I was absolutely shattered. Jenny simply looked down at me and said "What I like about young lads like you is how quickly you can get it up again" adding "especially if I give you a hand!" By the time she'd finished with me I barely had the strength to clean up the site -you know, clean the tools and the mixer, sweep up and all that. Of course she never lifted a finger to help. I expected her to have gone by the time I'd finished. To my surprise she' been watching me and had brewed some tea as I was finishing. She called me into the kitchen. "I suppose now that I've made some tea" she smiled "you can call me Rosie after all", and she gave me an affectionate peck on the cheek. I tried to return the kiss with interest, but as I put my arms round her she gripped me under the armpits and straight-lifted me into the air. She held me there as if I was weightless. "I'm really sorry, Roy, but I have to go now" she said softly. Then gently lowering me to the ground, she turned on her heel and disappeared. I never saw her again, worse luck. I went round to Uncle Fred's later that evening to give him the keys and get paid. He grinned at me knowingly, as he handed me my wages. "Don't expect any extra money, sonny. You've already had your bonus! Speaking of which, Rosie was round here earlier- you just missed her. She asked me to give you this - It's something to remember her by". He handed me a brown paper bag - inside was a 6-inch nail bent into the shape of a horsehoe. What a woman! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Roy had finished his little story. Ted looked unconvinced, while I was undecided - until, that is, Roy said "Right, my round!.Same again?"