I used to work at a large firm in the western suburbs when I was about 30 (about 35 years ago). They had a lot of employees, mostly little Asian ladies who worked on the assembly lines. They had hundreds of workers on site and so they also had a large canteen which everyone frequented. One of the women in this canteen had a nice fit body and I used to flirt with her sometimes in the morning before starting work. One day we were chatting as she served out my hot lunch (the special of the day usually a stew or roast) and she complained that one guy had been looking at her when she was getting changed. They changed from civvies into white kitchen staff dust coats in a change room at the back of the kitchen that had a window opening onto the cat walk that accessed the canteen from the machine shop.

The machine shop boys were an ok lot but some were a bit on the rough side. This particular fellow had been walking past the window when she was getting changed and just happened to look in when she was getting changed and made some lewd comment at the time. She said to me that she didn’t like him looking at her but then after a pause said that she wouldn’t have minded if it had been me watching her. I laughed that off and we went about our day.

Some months later I was working back and while the canteen had just closed for business I thought I would wander over to get a chocolate from the vending machine near the kitchen. I made my way along the now deserted corridors and was walking up the wide, empty stairway to the canteen and there, coming down was this woman, her gorgeous body still in her white dust coat heading home. We stopped on the stairway and started to chat. She was being cheeky and I playfully said that if she kept that up I would have to throttle her and then jokingly placed my hands around her throat. She tilted her head back as my hands clasped her lovely neck and pushed up against me pulling me into her. Surprised at this, but also not wanting to let a chance go by I planted a kiss on her lips. She responded by thrusting her tongue down my throat.

This was all too much for me and my cock. This company had large deserted areas, whole floors of dimly lit dusty rooms full of disused equipment that had been there before I was born. I often walked through some of these rooms as the old equipment was interesting. In a break in the passionate session we were having on the stairway and for fear of someone coming along and discovering us pashing, I grabbed her hand and led her into one of these large factory areas. She followed willingly and silently, tip toeing along and after we had gone deep into this gloomy workroom lit only by emergency lighting signs and were obscured by rusty machinery I stopped and turned to her and ran my hands down her dustcoat (that fitted intentionally snugly) feeling her sexy waist and the contours of her arse and then back up onto her breasts. I opened her dustcoat to reveal her dressed only in panties and bra. She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with lust and grabbed at the bulge in my pants, she unzipped me and released my engorged penis awash with pre-cum that dribbled onto both of us. I lifted her up and sat her on the corner of one of the benches. She had hold of my shaft by now and as I stood between her legs, I took out her tits one by one and sucked on her nipples and then fumbled around for her panties, pulling them off her as she lifted her bum accommodatingly and I felt for her hot wet little hole. It was dark but I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and inserted them into her, finger fucking her as her tongue did the same to my mouth. She stopped long enough to gasp out “put it in” and so I guided my meat inside her (the bench was just the right height). It was dark as I said, but I could just make out my cock disappearing in and out of her but after a few thrusts the zipper was tearing into my balls and so I stopped, much to her dismay and undid my pants which fell somewhat ingloriously down around my ankles. I plunged my meat back into her hole and pounded into her for all I was worth. She was making whimpering noises that increased to quiet screams. I shssshed her to try to keep it down and she did her best. My balls were banging into the corner of the bench but the pain didn’t put me off. My pants were acting like ankle shackles and threatened to trip me up as I strove to get as deep as possible into her (oh, for a longer penis). Funny what you will put up with when striving for that ultimate moment and feeling. She leant back to support herself and threw her head and hair back which nearly made me cum on the spot but I controlled myself. She tried to lock her legs around me so I hooked them up to rest on my shoulders and grabbed hold of them to use as purchase to thrust into her harder. Her quiet screaming went on and with sweat dripping off me as I humped into her, I kept looking to the entrance to the area way over in the other corner of this huge factory workroom lest someone would come to investigate and I certainly couldn’t stop my rooting. She climaxed shortly after which did my excitement no end of good and with an ear blocking pressure release I blew my load into her. Aids was unheard of then and so a condom was never even considered as she had already conceded that she was on the pill. I pulled out of her and my cock flopped down limp and spent but still long as cocks tend to be at moments like that, white cum and our juices dripping off it onto the dusty floor. We were both sweating and I only had a tissue in my pocket but being a woman she had an ample supply in her bag and so we cleaned ourselves up, dressed and tried to compose ourselves lest we run into someone still at work in the complex.

A couple of other guys were working back with me back in the office and as I found out later wondered where the hell I was. Anyway, she had already missed one bus and so she hurried off home to her little girl and I went back to work for the evening. As she left I noticed that the back of her dust coat was filthy from sitting on it on the bench but as she said we couldn’t do anything about it but I dusted it off for her which was really just an excuse to fondle and play with her gorgeous arse.

We only managed to meet again once in the dark dusty factory but this time just to pleasure her (as she had to get home). I opened her dust coat only slightly but enough to glimpse her lovely tits in their bra as my fingers slipped down into her panties and between her wet lips nicely lubricating my finger as it rubbed slowly but relentlessly over her clit. As her orgasm built, she held onto my shoulder bucking against my finger, her knees buckling as I stood beside her and as she milked her orgasm for all it was worth.

We saw each other at work several times after that but never dated outside work.
We would however brush up against each other when given the chance in the canteen and every so often I would duck into the change room at the back of the canteen to watch her changing (I made sure the window was shut first though) which she would do very seductively right down to taking off her bra and panties in front of me and standing there naked before replacing them and donning her dust coat. I went on to the canteen or returned to the office trying to make the bulge in my pants go down before I got there.

I left the company (I was there on a contract and the work ran out) some time after and about a year went past and I would go and ask out that woman (name withheld as you never know who might recognise this story) from the canteen. The memory of her was still fresh in my mind and so as I rounded the corner into the canteen, a little nervous, there she was. She was busy but her eyes lit up when she saw me and she stopped and we talked for a minute or so. I could see her boss looking over and so I just blurted out and asked her if she would like to go out sometime. She smiled and said she would have loved to but she had been with a fellow now for some months. My heart sank and so I wished her good luck and turned and left, we both gave a little wave from either end of the canteen floor. I often think of her.