A Fellow Worker

Some years ago I was working in an engineering firm in Hornsby.
There was (as there always is) a woman who I was attracted to working in the same area. She was a cute little blonde with shoulder length hair, slightly larger than average tits and an arse to die for. She would grab her ciggies and lighter and head out at morning or afternoon (no grabbing your cigarettes and heading out for a smoke at any time as you do these days) tea to have a smoke out the back with her fellow smokers near the loading dock. I often would be out in the factory and loading dock area for one reason or another and I would see her having her ciggy and talking with the guys and gals out there, magging away with them seemingly endlessly. She didn’t talk much when working which was admirable but outside she gabbled away like a chook. The talking and ciggies didn’t put me off and I fantasized from afar about having my way with her sexy little body, all while attending to whatever I was out there to do before returning to my desk to try to put out of my mind her horny little body and to get my mind back onto the work at hand.

This went on for some time. Me being the quiet type I ogled her from afar, be it in the office or out in the loading dock or factory without ever making a move. I think I was seeing females in a social group of friends at the time but that didn’t stop me from wanting to get closer to this little fox at work that stirred feelings in my groin so easily. She was much more worldly and out going than I and she had a boyfriend, who she was living with, working at the same company which did concern me somewhat. That fact as well as I think her very remoteness from my circle of friends made her even more attractive as a one night stand or random root if you like was such a horny thing in my mind. I think I look back on the few one night stands I have had over the years with the most excitement. I can’t remember whether I considered her a one night stand or what, I just wanted to get my dick into her and I wasn’t thinking all that far into the future.

Finally one fortuitous day we were both in the one of the storerooms at the back of the factory. Well she was in the storeroom and upon seeing her go in there; I made it my business to go in there as well. I walked across the ends of the aisles until I spotted her down the far end checking something in the shelves. I wandered down and she looked up at me before returning to her clipboard and her checking. I brushed against her arse as I passed her in the narrow aisle. She didn’t react in an offended way and I can’t remember what was said but we had a laugh about it in the confines of the aisle. There was a long silence of deep looking into each others eyes and I couldn’t stop myself. I reached out and held her waist with one hand running it down to her hip and then away. I remember her eyes sparkled and she smiled, slotted her clipboard into the shelves, grabbed my tie and pulled me down to her level to plant a kiss on my lips. I was euphoric. For some reason I thought of her boyfriend and how killed I might be if he found out but it didn’t stop my reflexes taking hold of her waist, pulling her into me and laying a lovely kiss of my own on her lips.

It’s not that I am any great lover or anything; it was just that I was completely on automatic and instinct must have determined it as the thing to do. I was quite surprised and also pleased with myself when I thought through the encounter afterwards.

Her tongue shot into my mouth and I reciprocated. It was one very sloppy kiss as I held the shape of her waist to me. I surfaced after what seemed very pleasurable hours but was only seconds in reality as I was concerned about us being sprung. It didn’t seem to affect her and she pulled me down again. Even though I was enjoying it, I insisted in a sort of “are you crazy?” quiet way that we should quit while we were ahead. She complied; uttered a little chuckle and we composed ourselves. I left her to her clip board and departed. There was a lot of noise from the factory and while there were workers around we probably could have gone on undisturbed for minutes so I suppose I was being a little too conservative and she probably wondered what was wrong with me. Upon reflection so did I.

Another opportunity arose some weeks later, well I made it arise. Once again in the same storeroom I found her in the corner further into the room and approached her with what must have been a determined look on my face. She turned and looked at me with that initial knowing what I wanted look, smiled and looked up with a “well, what do you want?” look. Being my usual confident (not) self, I must have paused and she took over. She looked past me up the two passageways adjacent to us before looking back and taking hold of my crotch and good handful she had too. She said something encouraging like “ooo, you’re ready to go” She ran her hand over my chest while still fondling my gear with the other. I had my hands on her waist and opened my legs so that she could get a better hold on my stuff. It wasn’t enough for her and she pulled down my zip. Her hand found its way through the opening of my fly, into my undies and wrestled out my tool. I was freaking out. This was a bit more than I had expected for today’s outing but she knew what she was doing and started to pull on my hot rock hard erection, looking up into my face with that devilish look before looking back down at my meat and studying what her hand was doing. I moved us over a little to the end of the row of shelves for a bit more cover. That way only one aisle was looking at us and we were right down the far end from the doorway.

She moved around to my side. She was/is only a little thing about 5’2” and I am 6’3” so she fitted under my arm which I placed around her shoulder. She put her arm around my waist and took hold of my tool again and applied herself to the “task at hand” so to speak, looking down at the hard meat rod sticking out of the fly of my pants. Seemingly not satisfied she hauled on my cock with one hand and pushed my fly with the other until my balls popped out. She pulled the scrotum clear of my fly and let the whole cluster of cock and balls rest back down on the open front of my pants before returning to wank my tool. The glans was glistening with pre-cum and the foreskin, nicely lubricated, slid up and over it. The whole cluster slid through her sticky little fist endowing me with such knee buckling pleasure. She applied a slow and steady action at first that increased in intensity until her fist was slamming into the base of my cock and my balls on every stroke. With my balls slapping back and forth, I came shortly afterwards with a grunt, squirting my jism to land with a noiseless splat onto the dusty floor of the storeroom. Still with the fear of being caught, I think I just stuffed my tool back into my pants and she zipped me up patting my bulge with a smile as if she had just milk a cow, before I headed to the gents to clean up properly. I remember being in the cubical (the window had frosted glass reinforced with chicken wire inside the glass – funny the things you remember) that day squeezing the cum out of my tool, wiping it off the knob with toilet paper and thinking what a lucky chap I was.

After that day, I saw her boyfriend occasionally working in the factory and wondered initially whether she had told him. Why would she I suppose and I never had any look from him so I assumed I was safe.

I spoke to her once or twice in the weeks after that and told her that I would like to do “something” again. She said that she would arrange something but that “someone” (she didn’t say his name, but I was to find out years later that it was one of the engineers and a friend of mine even today who was working in the company) was coming around to “fix” something or other on her next night off (when her live-in boyfriend was working the night shift!) and that she was busy for a while. I asked her if she had told this guy about me and her pulling me off but she smiled and assured me that it was our secret. I was packing death from then on as it was all getting a little too exposed for my liking but then my dick told me not to worry, so I didn’t.

The weeks passed and we kept the whole thing on the quiet, only conversing about work and amazingly diligent in that aspect she was. As much as I wanted to feel her up in some secluded spot in the office, my dick and I behaved ourselves and got on with life such as it was. Then one bright, positive day she finally showed some interest in me, albeit covertly. She was in one of the meeting rooms, I happened to be walking past and she signaled me to come in. She told me that her boyfriend was a punter and usually spent the weekend pouring over the form guide studying the horses. I almost felt like a comrade as I had been into horse racing myself at one stage as I thought I could make a living out of it. Having lost a few proverbial shirts over time, I had given it away as a lost cause regarding the making an income out of it aspect, although I did like watching the horses racing. Anyway when he spent Saturday punting she would go and meet one of her female friends for coffee or just go for a bush walk for the afternoon and so she told me that if I wanted to do “something” that we could meet at a trail she used to do a few train stops away from where she lived. With heart pounding, I quickly accepted and we arranged to meet the following Saturday. In some ways I wanted it sooner but in others I didn’t. I didn’t know what I wanted; my heart was pounding as I made my way back to my desk and tried to concentrate on work for the rest of the day.

Saturday finally arrived and I made my way to the station where she would alight and sat in my car. All sorts of things went through my mind. I had been with attached or married women before but I didn’t know the partner or hubby of the woman I was slipping my dick into in those cases. I knew this fellow and while he did give out a vibe of being a gruff, dick head (and I don’t know what she saw in him), I did nevertheless know him. A train came and went and then another arrived and I finally saw her coming out of the station exit. The thoughts of her bloke seemed to disappear and were thought no more of that day. Strange that. My dick is such a bastard, absolutely no scruples.

With an exhilarated, euphoric feeling I waved to signal her and she headed towards my car. I enjoyed watching her shapely body and longish blonde hair and the way she walked as she approached. She hopped into the passenger’s seat and in hindsight I was impressed with my restraint that I didn’t leap on top of her then and there. I sat back and viewed her face and body, looking at her tits and running a hand up and down her leg. She smiled as she could see the lust was welling up in me. She leant over into me and laid a lovely kiss on my lips. She dragged my brain back to reality and directed me to the track about five minutes away. My excitement was at fever pitch but I started the car and followed her directions to this path. She had told me that it was a lesser known track and she was right as it was difficult to even discern the entrance. We started along the barely visible rugged pathway for a minute or two when she stopped looked around and turned off into virgin bush, climbing over scrub (or bush bashing as a friend of mine would call it) until she found a suitable a secluded shady sort of clearing. She was rattling on about the pleasantness of the spot and what a nice day it was all as she turned to me, dropped her back pack and thrust out the chest with that sparkling eyed, cheeky look on her face. She was not mucking around and had decided that we were going to get it on and now. She reached up and pulled me down and planted another of those delicious kisses on my lips. The tongue went in and I had trouble not falling over as we had a brief passionate session until she stopped, looked around and stepped up onto a convenient fallen tree log. My height has been a problem all of my life when it came to passionate standing embraces. The tree log helped out and we resumed our passion tongue lashings. She eventually threw me off and thrust out her chest again. I am pretty sure I was beamingly pleased at the sight of her breasts jutting towards me and so I planted both of my hands on her mounds (prompting her to thrust them out even more with a cheeky grin again) and squeezed and felt the lovely padded roundness of them. The overwhelmingly pleasant sensation pumped even more blood into my penis. I don’t think it really needed any more blood as it had been decidedly uncomfortable for some time now, struggling to escape its undies prison as I watched her glorious arse when we pounded along the path to our destination. As pleasant as feeling her up was I was anxious to meet her tits in person. I lifted up her tee shirt type top, rested it on top of her tits and proceeded on to unclip her bra. Her bra had the tits bulging and trying to escape out of the top of it probably by her design mind you. I tucked a finger tip in the top of it and ran it along over the lacy trim, her lovely soft breast holding my finger tip tightly against the bra cup. My impatience and lusting after her body had me flustering over whether to lick and suck her tits in place or to be patient and unclip her bra and let them out and then lick and suck her nipples as well. Still thrusting her chest out she smiled in a way that probably said “cheeky bugger” but I chose to read it as “carry on. Help yourself to my tits”. I didn’t really care as I was automatic at that stage and I wanted to unwrap my prezzies.

I unclipped the bra and her tits fell out and wobbled delightfully, filling out to the delicious looking mounds that they were. I held one, squeezing it, presenting the good sized nipple up to stand out just begging to be sucked and clamped my mouth over the nipple, areola and as much of the surrounding breast as I could fit in. I sucked and slurped away like a suckling pig. Imagine if you will, this little 5’2” tall blond standing in the middle of the bush on a fallen tree trunk with her chest thrust out and this 6’3” sex crazed idiot bending over her and sucking on her breasts in the tree filtered sunshine of a pleasant sunny day in the middle of the bush.

Wet sloppy suctions on each breast followed. She struggled as I sucked to get her now redundant bra off in that maneuver that women do of taking off their bra without taking off their top before turning her chest once more to present each breast in turn. As she saw me leave one she turned her shoulders to present the other for my attention. These breasts were fantastic. Not overly big but a nice shape and definite horn material. I stopped my assault, unzipped my shorts, whipped out my tool and pulled on it as I gazed at her tits. I kept pulling myself and squeezed her tit at the same time. Soft tit in one hand and hard cock in the other, what a contrast.

She had a pretty face but my randiness wouldn’t let me take my eyes off her tits.

I helped her down off the tree trunk, stepped forward and laid the hot throbbing thing between her tits prompting a little “oooo” (similar to Homer Simpson spotting the donuts) and a smile from her as I stood on my tip toes to get my tool rubbing up and down between her breasts, holding onto her shoulders for support lest I fall on my arse and embarrass myself. This 6’3” tall bloke rubbing his genitalia all over a poor little 5’2” tall woman’s chest, it would have been a bizarre sight to an observer. I got my balls in on the action and started to rub my genitals all over her breasts in a frenzy of sexually driven depravity. She by this time would have been looking into my chest from a very close distance. I could feel her holding my buns, pulling me into her as she moved her shoulders from side to side to rub both of her tits on my gear so it was a combined sexual frenzy struggle of writhing humanity.

As I strained to rub my ill guided balls on her tits my cock shot up the side of her face which made her giggle probably at the fervor with which I was attacking her and her chest. As the cock receded on one of these frenzied passes she seized the opportunity and sucked down on the knob. The pre-cum oozing out of it didn’t seem to deter her (it had already left trails of glistening goo over her chest, shoulder, neck and cheeks) and she proceeded to swallow the knob and half the shaft, nodding back and forth like a demented pigeon and bringing my breast attention to a crashing halt. There followed a brief but very nice gobbling on my tool, when she looked up quickly and asked “do you want to fuck me?” Do I want to fuck her! Of course I want to fuck her. I can’t remember what I said or indeed if I had time to reply as she jumped up, grabbed her back pack and raced off leaving me there with my cock dangling out and my shorts around my ankles, shouting out as she left “come on!” I hitched up my pants and followed her; still struggling with the fly of my shorts that had decided not to cooperate. There were a few expletives and a bit of staggering around trying to grab my backpack as well as struggle with my pants all while striving to catch up with her and the twat I was now thinking about fucking and the proximity of my cock to it. All sorts of panicking was fogging my mind. Not a very cool picture of the male of the species but women and all of their wobbly bits do that to men in that sort of situation.

She returned to the path such as it was and proceeded along it for some time. I could hear the noise of traffic that gradually got louder. I knew that the expressway was close by. She was a fair way away and I raced after her to see that she had stopped and was looking out at what was a grand view from atop one of the expressway cuttings. We were a good way back and so there was no risk of falling off but it was a bit exposed if we were going to root. There was a nice spot we had passed back in the bush and I took her hand to lead her back there as I wanted my dick in her.

I wanted to get naked for this woman. I stripped off my shirt and dropped my shorts to the ground around my ankles before kicking them off onto my back pack with amazing accuracy. My shirt and then undies followed and I stood there naked. I thrust out my chest, sucked in my gut (who said women had cornered the vanity market?) as she had been watching me strip and strode over to her doing muscle man stances with my pathetic body in front of her which drew the desired chuckle from her. She stood there as if to present herself to me and let me have my way with her.

She was wearing these short shorts that were in vogue back then. I turned her around, put my hands on her hips (and looked down longingly at her still fully clothed arse), hooked my fingers into the edges of her shorts and wriggled them down over her hips, picking up her knickers on the way, rocking and wriggling them both down over those magnificent buns. I dropped to my knees to get her pants off and down to her ankles and as she placed her hand on my shoulder to steady herself I couldn’t help but stare in awe of her arse. She bent over to rescue her shorts and knickers from the dirt and probably more to the point to show off her pussy to me and in doing so presented this wonderful vision of her perfectly shaped labia lips forming an excellent camel toe or hamburger bun twat framed by her legs. The magnificent roundness of her buns, the delightful shape and the perfect symmetry that somewhere deep in the male genes triggers the overwhelming desire to root the arses off our women and thereby ensures the survival of the species. Now, it is true that not every copulation and ejaculation results in furthering the species but it is the divinely blessed practice, practice and more practice that makes life worth living.

She still had her top on and as she fished for her shorts on the ground I looked up under her draping top to see her tits dangling down. As I have said, slightly larger than average but not huge, just tasteful (and tasty) and they dangled and wobbled about nicely. She was a skinny little thing (we were all skinnier at that age) and as such her tits were fairly generous but hey, I wasn’t complaining. She stood and showed me her pants and panties as if to say “I’ve got ‘em” which I acknowledged briefly before being distracted by her nipples making little tents in the front of her top, distorting the material and making little pleats that looked tantalisingly horny. I spun her around, bent her over and she placed her hands on her knees as I took my tool in one hand, placed the other on her hip and fished around under her delicious buns trying to insert myself. I felt her hand position my knob at her opening. I pushed into her with a pleasure that we both shared judging by the oohs and aahs from both of us. It was a lovely day for a root (most days are). The sun was shining, the birdies were tweeting (birdies have phones?) there was a gentle warm breeze, my groin was slapping into her buns, what could be better? She shattered this blissful scene by standing up, causing my dick to fallout of her, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me out into the open and onto the rock ledge that was exposed seemingly to the whole world and bent over again, pointing her arse at me. The exhibitionist in her had surfaced yet again and she wanted the whole world to see us fucking. What the hell, as usual the dick went along with her and I staggered out there looked at the world and proceeded to fuck her for all I was worth.

She still had her top on and as she was bent over with her back more or less horizontal, I could just see the side of her tits as they dangled down and swung back and forth. Such a horny sight that I ignored the traffic, put it out of my mind and pounded into her, humping furiously, muscles aching as I desperately hung in there, my hands hooked in under her hips pulling her to me. Her buns rippled delightfully as I rammed into them with each desperate energy sapping hump. I sensed my orgasm and striving not to drop my concentration, with my head feeling like it would explode I ejaculated very satisfyingly deep inside her. I bent over and lay along her back, her buns pressing into my groin, wrapping my arms right around her under her belly and humped and grunted my expended tool into her, muscles straining, probably veins standing out on my neck to give her every last drop of my jism coupled with a few final pounds into her buns before my tool dropped out of her spent and pathetic looking. Sex is good exercise. I would never put that much effort into exercising for exercising sake. I must have missed out on that particular gene.

I couldn’t help but look down and admire my tool dangling out still engorged but failing fast, hanging down like some disgusting sausage with a knob on the end. She stood there naked from the waist down, that lovely vee formed between her legs and turned around lifting her top up to flash her tits as well as the rest of her naked body and doing a little dance to add to it as she showed off to the traffic far below. I don’t think either of us caused any traffic snarls that day as I really can’t imagine anyone actually being able to see us from that far away but hey, for a couple of exhibitionists it was fun anyway.