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When I started my job about five years ago, I was initially working first shift. I would be over at about 3:30-4.00 pm every day, and it was predictable. On occasion I'd get asked to stay over and pull a double shift. I didn't mind it. The money was good, I liked the work I do, and I loved the environment. After about three years, my supervisor asked if I'd be open to changing shifts and modifying my schedule. I wasn't too keen on working second shift, but I agreed to change on occasion. I found myself working first and second, and it was a pretty decent schedule. I enjoyed it. And then about a year later, I was approached about working third shift. I hadn't worked third shift in years, so I was hesitant. But when she offered me a schedule that was set, it would give me four days in a row off, and I knew I'd have a lot more free time, I jumped on it.
It took me about six months to adjust to the hours but I really liked it. It meant that I was working opposite days from the schedule my wife worked, left me a lot of free time, and a lot less hassles. I'd get to spend more time with my step daughter and my daughter, I'd have more social time, and I'd be active doing things on the side because our marriage had gone downhill for years. It made it quite a bit easier to enjoy.
My wife and my marriage had slowly taken a dive over the last 8-9 years. Our sex life had dried up, we barely talked, we'd gotten along on a civil basis if nothing more, and were more "friends" than anything. My sex drive had gone through the roof, and it meant me doing things with others to keep myself satisfied. If she suspected, she'd said nothing. It seemed that if she got it when she wanted it, she called it good.
Being on my job, I work with people of all different ages, backgrounds and walks of life. There were some that were older than I was, and others that were younger than I was. It always made for an enjoyable time because the comments, behavior and attitude were always unpredictable. I never knew what to expect. But it made it fun.
What I wasn't expecting was anything to happen with anyone at work. I'd never really paid attention to anyone there, so when one night some things happened, I was completely caught off guard.
Bridget was quite a bit younger than I was. She'd started about six months prior to me going on third shift. I'd only met her in passing a couple of times as I came into work. She'd said hi, smiled, and went on her way and headed out the door. About a month or so after I'd started third shift, I was informed she was transferring to overnights and would be working with me. I knew almost nothing about her. I hadn't said more than hi to her in passing, knew nothing about her background, but did know she was obviously from looking at her significantly younger than me.
The first night we worked together on overnights, I knew that she'd be a shit ton of fun to hang around with. Her personality was very outgoing, she wasn't afraid to speak her mind. she had a mouth on her, she'd joke, tease, and on occasion make off the wall comments that would have us all laughing. One of the other guys I worked with was close to my age, married, has four or five kids, and a pretty stable life. The other person I worked with, another guy, was in his 50's, a bit older, and he'd made it openly known that he was as gay as a flaming rainbow. He'd make sexual jokes about his gayness to anyone that would listen. A great mix.
So working with her, I knew it'd be a great change of pace. Someone younger, outgoing, outspoken, and a bit crazy.
Until one night we were working together and she bent over in front of me. I wasn't expecting it, and when I didn't stop in time, I wound up pushing into her ass. She must have expected it, because she pushed back in such a way that I almost was grinding into her ass. I was embarrassed as fuck but she turned around, stood up, smiled and said "well hello there." and walked off.
I wasn't sure what the fuck to think about that. I'd had girls joke with me, tease me, and even make comments. But not something as sexual as that.
Bridget was about 5 foot 7, about 160 pounds, and has a great fucking chest on her. Her boobs were extremely firm, and pushed against the t-shirts she wore, and she was not a big girl. She was pretty stocky but filled out very well. She had a bit of a bigger butt and hips, but the long brown hair and that damn smile of hers? Fuck. I hadn't paid attention to her at all until she did that shit. When I went into the office, I actually tried to explain it to her that it was an accident. She looked in the adjoining office, saw it was empty, smiled at me, walked up and said, "It's all good. Did you like it?" and stood there staring at me.
"Well yeah. I did like it. I'm not gonna lie." I finally said.
She leaned in, looked me right in the eye and said with a smile, "Good." and didn't say another word.
She stood there staring at me. Face to face. I wasn't sure what the fuck to do. Until she spoke.
"For an older guy you're cute as fuck. But you're blushing. I hope I didn't embarrass you. Married? Kids? Anything?" Bridget said.
Christ, she was pretty open and forward. So I just chose to answer truthfully.
"Yeah. Married. Step daughter. Daughter. Pretty laid back life. Not anything in the relationship department. We live together, but that's kinda where it stops," I said.
She looked down and smiled.
"I noticed you don't wear a ring. Figured there was something to it," Bridget said.
"Yeah. There's definitely something to it. Nothing," I said with a laugh.
She leaned in and was looking right in my face.
"Ever do anything about it?" she said bluntly.
I was shocked. I didn't think girls (even someone in her age bracket, probably young 20s) would ask that.
"Well I won't lie. Yeah. I'm not a pig. I don't want you to think I am. But yeah. I think it's pretty well expected that with her attitude, etc., there's not a lot going on. So she kinda figures it must be on my end," I said.
"Well good," Bridget said to me.
"Good?" I said to her with a confused look.
"Yep," she said.
She looked into the other office. Still nobody. Bridget then turned around, faced me, walked up about two feet, and stood right in front of me. Our faces were probably less than six inches apart.
And she absolutely fucking stunned me. Bridge leaned over and kissed me. Right on the mouth.I almost fucking shit my pants.
"Well?" she said with a smirk.
I leaned in, kissed her back, and she slid her tongue in my mouth. The kiss lasted about 30 seconds. And she pulled back.
"Now I liked that," Bridget said with a smile. And she walked away.
Jesus Christ. What the fuck? I'd never done anything like that. Not ever. Even with the crazy shit I'd done with other girls outside of my marriage. Nothing like that.
The rest of the shift went off without a hitch. I would watch her walk around and I couldn't stop thinking about how nice her lips felt. I couldn't stop thinking about how soft that fucking kiss was. And I was horny as goddamn hell. I could not keep my fucking mind off her. All I could think about was, "Jesus. I gotta go home and jerk off."
After the shift was over, we clocked out and were headed into the parking lot. I was going over to my car when Bridget asked if I was hungry. I said yeah. I was going to go home and grab something to eat.
She smiled and said, "Wanna get breakfast?"
"Sure," I said.
We ended up at Denny's. Sitting there talking to her for almost an hour while we ate breakfast was hilarious. An off the wall personality, foul mouth, blunt attitude, and so fucking friendly I was laughing and truly enjoying myself more than I had in awhile. It was sad to see it end. Until she surprised me.
"Come over to my house. Unless you have to go home and go to sleep?" Bridget said.
I didn't hesitate. "Nope. I can follow you to your house. Let's go," I said.
It took about a half hour to get there. By the time we made it to Bridget's house, it was just after 10am. I wasn't even remotely tired, considering we'd just worked an eight hour shift overnight.
We walked into the house, she closed the door behind me, turned around, and walked up to me.
Bridget kissed me. It was immediate. I felt the sparks. We started kissing in the main hallway of her house.
"Anyone home?" I finally said.
"No. I live with my parents. They're at work. They both leave about 6:30 in the morning, and won't be home until about 3:30-4pm." Bridget said.
"So can I ask how old you are?" I finally said. I figured at least early 20's or so, considering the work we do together.
"I'm 22. Is that old enough?" Bridget said with a laugh.
"Yep. That's plenty old enough." I said.
"How old are you?" she finally said.
"I'm 42," I said.
She smiled. "Your the same age as my dad. That's kinda sexy," Bridget said.
So I had to ask. "Not to sound crude, but are you this open with every guy you meet?" I said.
She laughed. "Nope. Actually I'm not. Truth be known, I've only slept with three guys. But something about your personality, off the wall attitude, and how damn friendly you are. Caught me off guard, so I was curious. This is not something I do. Just so you know," Bridget said.
"Well, I don't judge. Just was curious," I said.
She smiled. And then without a word, she took off her t-shirt. I about fucking shit myself staring at her goddamn boobs.
"Um. What are you doing?" I finally asked her. I felt like a fucking idiot.
"My bedroom is right next to the living room. I always take my clothes off when I walk into the house. I get comfortable, drop them on the floor and change into something comfy to sleep. That kosher?" she said with a smile.
"Well uh yeah. That's more than kosher," I said. I couldn't stop staring at her fucking boobs.
She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slid them off. And I about had a fucking heart attack. Bridget stood in front of me in black bikini underwear and a black bra that showed off every amount of cleavage and thighs you could imagine from top to bottom. I stood there staring at her. Her stomach wasn't "flat" but it wasn't heavy. Nice firm thighs, bigger legs, and that body. Jesus. I had never seen a girl her age built like that.
She smiled, "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" she finally said.
"Well. Shit. No. Just, yeah, I'm gonna say something fucking stupid. So I won't," I said finally.
She walked up to me. I could not stop fucking staring at that body of hers.
"Jesus. I wasn't expecting to see this," I finally said.
She laughed, and walked up to me, moved against me, pressed her firm big boobs against my jacket, opened her mouth, and kissed me.
It lasted about 30 seconds. I finally realized I wanted to do more. I wasn't sure if we'd even go there. But I took off my jacket. I took off my shoes. And I walked back up to her.
"You don't have to stop there," Bridget said with a laugh.
"You're serious?" I finally said.
"Yes. Absolutely. I'm as serious as serious can be," she said.
I took off my shirt.
"Nice. I like that," she said. Bridget walked up to me and ran her fingers through the hair on my chest. I could not fucking stop staring at her body.
I unbuttoned my jeans and I unzipped them. She said nothing. She walked up to me, and pulled them down.
I stood in front of this hot as fuck girl in my boxer shorts and no shirt on. She stood there staring at me.
"Damn. You're in good shape for a dude your age. I think you look sexy as fuck," Bridget said.
And then she stunned me, she walked up to me, put her arms around me, and started kissing me. I slid my arms around her back, down her ass, scraped her ass with my fingernails, heard her gasp, and she shoved her tongue inside my mouth.
After a minute or so, we stopped and took a breath, "So, um, this isn't going to get weird at work?" I finally said to her. I was standing there staring at her big fucking boobs, her cute stomach, her big legs, and those goddamn bikini panties she was wearing.
"Nope. It won't get weird. I think you're cool as hell. And I really like how chill you are," Bridget said.
"Well good. It's mutual. I think you're about as cool as anyone I've ever met," I said with a laugh.
Bridget looked at me and said, "Can I ask you a serious question?"
"Sure," I said. I was looking at her.
"Would this just be a piece ass to you? If that's where we went with it," she said.
I looked right at her and stared into her eyes, "Truth? I didn't barely know shit about you until today. Working with you has been a blast. And no. I don't do that kind of shit. Have I? Yes. When it's mutual. But would I here? If you wanted to just mess around? Yes. I'd be okay with it. But if you wanted to keep it going? Yes. I'd do that to. You're funny as hell, you make me laugh, and Jesus Christ, you're as good looking as anyone I've ever seen. So yes, I'd keep this going if you want." I said.
She looked at me and took my hand. "Where are we going?" I finally said. I felt stupid as fuck.
Bridget spoke. And my goddamn heart almost stopped. "I want to go to bed with you. My room is right there. Do you want to?" Bridget said.
To be continued....
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