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"Thank you for all you've shown me this past few weeks. Is there anything else I need to know?"
I'd been training Geraldine on the Inspection Station assignment. A system of conveyor belts would bring product to a meeting point, where an operator would check for defects, see if all paperwork was in order, label the widgets for customers, and etc.
The Inspection Station required only one, responsible operator. From not-too-near Production and Finishing machines, one could see the Inspector half-hidden behind a partition (which separated that area from others, as well as protected it from forklifts) and working near a high, metal desk which featured a tall cubby-hole rack. It was an oasis of solitude, most days.
For the past month, I'd been sharing this oasis w/ Geraldine, gladly so. She was 37 (ten years older than myself) but quite attractive and intelligent, 5' 3" and 120 lbs. 32C-24-34 vitals, cocoa-brown skin w/ a sweet scent of coconut and vanilla. Cute in the face, she had dots like freckles on her cheeks, and wore her hair short but piled higher on top, w/ a sweep of bangs across her forehead.
She also dressed quite well; not too nice as it was a Manufacturing area. She didn't often speak unless spoken to first, and would talk in a direct, but friendly manner. She would laugh at jokes, but took her work seriously. Not a warm person unless you got to know her, and it wasn't surprising to anyone when she made Supervision several years down the road.
Geraldine also possessed a cute, shapely ass. Not that her face and other body parts were any slouch, but she had a behind worth savoring when she walked by. Sometime before I'd finished overseeing her training, a friend of mine came up to the Station where I was working, while Geraldine was on a break. We chatted about this and that, then the talk turned to her.
"How's Geraldine doing on this job?" "Great, she's really intelligent and she'll do well." He thought for a moment, then asked:
"Have you touched her breasts, yet?" "No, no way." "Oh... how about her butt?" "No, but I've thought about it!"
We both laughed at that. Hell, probably every guy and a few women thought exactly as I did. But on the last day of her training, when very few people were around (just myself and Geraldine, the rest enjoying lunch in the Break Rooms situated away from the work-areas) she was filing paperwork at the desk when she suddenly said she'd heard I'd wanted to touch her butt.
Gee, thanks old buddy of mine. But she'd laughed a little when she said it, not unkindly or in a narrow-eyed tone of voice. So I acknowledged that yes, I'd harbored fantasies about touching her that way, that she was an arousing looking female.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, can't nobody see." She was right about that; we were hidden pretty well behind everything, and no one could approach w/o being heard on the squeaky, waxed stone floors of that old building floor (plus we were blocked-in on all but one side by the system of roller-conveyors right in front the Station that carried the product to it's last stages.)
So rub her sweet ass, I did. Followed her curvy right cheek w/ my left hand down to where her figure-hugging slacks made a hot, "Y" shaped notch, and massaged her using palm pressure. My dick stiffened instantly, and Geraldine arched her back a little, pushing her ass out further to grind herself onto my fondling fingers. My free hand went straight to her honeydew-sized breasts.
Geraldine closed her eyes, breathing soft and relaxing. Wow, she wasn't wrapped as tight as I'd once thought. I kept looking up and around, but there wasn't anyone else to see. A chirping bird in the ceiling, but otherwise quiet except distant machinery hums.
And my panting, damn this chick had a body. Her eyes opened and she asked (demanded, almost) to see my prick. "I can feel your dick on me, show me that thing!" Okay, now I was really looking around. But horny as I was, I unzipped and dropped my jeans just a little, holding them up by the felt as my free-bird sprang out and waved to her.
"I have never seen a white pecker before. You have a cute dick!" I had to take her word for it; I'm no hung-horse, but my slightly bent upward 7" staff was as fully-erect as it could be. She grabbed it w/ her hand, gave it a couple of tugs. "Come here, let's get a little closer." She pulled me forward, put her hands on my shoulders. I thought we might kiss, but instead she slipped down to her knees (on the rubber Ergonomic mat) backed up almost under the desk to reduce exposure, and bid me step a little closer again.
Putting her cool palms on front my hips, Geraldine sucked my rod into her mouth, pulling it further in using her wine-colored lips, and my knees nearly buckled. I'd just managed to catch hold of the desk-top for balance. Geraldine gave me several quick, hard sucks that pulled her chicks in as her lips held me firm on the "backstrokes."
A few times, Geraldine popped my boner out her smallish, pretty mouth. She rubbed it on her cheeks, her nose, her thin but aristocratic-sexy lips. She nibbled playfully on the head, smiling up at me as I nodded approval of her oral technique.
Aware of the time, and not wanting to get caught I suggested we might have to stop (although at this point, I was certainly hoping she'd disagree) and she did give one last lick to my cock-head before standing up. Quickly getting around me, Geraldine took charge and briskly shoved me down onto of the more comfortable chairs we had at that work-station. My trousers fell to my shins, as she doffed her forest-green slacks and rolled her panties down, dropping them on top the other garment.
My still throbbing cock was pointing straight to my belly button, as Geraldine mounted my hips. Taking me into her hand, she lifted herself up enough to guide me into her snatch. Her pussy was tight enough that my dick felt like it was being turned inside-out, but oh man did it feel good being inside that tight warmth.
I'd gotten past caring about time, being spotted. For weeks, even in the year we'd worked together before the Inspection training, I'd noticed, thought about, finally wet-dreamed about this quiet, "Hot Librarian" ebony beauty. Now here she was, riding me up and down, slow and lingering...after she'd inhaled my tube-steak.
Geraldine moaned a little, held my shoulder blades and upper back as I tried to meet her downward moves w/ some up and back-toward-me thrusts of my own. We got into a steady rhythm as my hands curled around her bouncing buns, assisting her to keep this pace going. Something told me dirty talk wasn't needed here, although I was sure trying to come up with something nasty to say, in an encouraging manner. "Damn, girl you are tight!" just didn't seem original enough.
Geraldine rolled her head back and then held it straight, looking right into my eyes w/ those black marbles of hers. She leaned forward and whispered sharply that she'd prefer I didn't cum inside her, please don't do that.
Hey, no problem. I'd cum inside myself, if it helped this scenario play out, again. My balls were getting that heavy feeling, and as best I could in between tight-chest gasps I mentioned an eruption was imminent. She plopped that pearly-pink pussy off my quivering prick, lifted herself off me w/ one hand on my weakening shoulder, stroking me w/ the other. Boiling cum spurted onto my belly, splashed her thighs on the following blasts, pooled into my pubic hair and crotch. I coaxed the last drops out w/ my own hand, shaking my slick manhood and rubbing the head over her smooth, upper leg. Geraldine was seemingly impressed by my hot load, as she traced a pattern in the puddles of my semen w/ her fingertip.
Damn, what a satisfying afternoon delight. Suddenly I got extremely nervous, and whirled around to check the time: we'd spent 35 hot-and-heavy minutes since she'd first mentioned my spoken-aloud desire to pump her buns. Operators generally took a full-hour for lunch break, and not one soul had discovered us or even was w/in eyesight of that large floor area.
We dressed quickly anyway; she pulled her designer slacks back up, zipped-up and I couldn't resist the urge to double-clutch that tight, round behind of hers again. Geraldine chuckled, and I held her by the hips to gave her butt a nice goosing, swirling my crotch all over that fine booty. "You love my ass, don't you?" "Who the hell doesn't?" More chuckling. Someone stop time, please.
Oh, well. It had to end sometime. Geraldine did great work on that job, and the next one before moving up the Corporate ladder. It was pleasurable to think back on that day, which never repeated itself in any fashion. We both got something to remember years later. I'd encounters before worth dreaming on repeat, and some afterwards that stunned me. But Geraldine surprise me good that day.
I'd been training Geraldine on the Inspection Station assignment. A system of conveyor belts would bring product to a meeting point, where an operator would check for defects, see if all paperwork was in order, label the widgets for customers, and etc.
The Inspection Station required only one, responsible operator. From not-too-near Production and Finishing machines, one could see the Inspector half-hidden behind a partition (which separated that area from others, as well as protected it from forklifts) and working near a high, metal desk which featured a tall cubby-hole rack. It was an oasis of solitude, most days.
For the past month, I'd been sharing this oasis w/ Geraldine, gladly so. She was 37 (ten years older than myself) but quite attractive and intelligent, 5' 3" and 120 lbs. 32C-24-34 vitals, cocoa-brown skin w/ a sweet scent of coconut and vanilla. Cute in the face, she had dots like freckles on her cheeks, and wore her hair short but piled higher on top, w/ a sweep of bangs across her forehead.
She also dressed quite well; not too nice as it was a Manufacturing area. She didn't often speak unless spoken to first, and would talk in a direct, but friendly manner. She would laugh at jokes, but took her work seriously. Not a warm person unless you got to know her, and it wasn't surprising to anyone when she made Supervision several years down the road.
Geraldine also possessed a cute, shapely ass. Not that her face and other body parts were any slouch, but she had a behind worth savoring when she walked by. Sometime before I'd finished overseeing her training, a friend of mine came up to the Station where I was working, while Geraldine was on a break. We chatted about this and that, then the talk turned to her.
"How's Geraldine doing on this job?" "Great, she's really intelligent and she'll do well." He thought for a moment, then asked:
"Have you touched her breasts, yet?" "No, no way." "Oh... how about her butt?" "No, but I've thought about it!"
We both laughed at that. Hell, probably every guy and a few women thought exactly as I did. But on the last day of her training, when very few people were around (just myself and Geraldine, the rest enjoying lunch in the Break Rooms situated away from the work-areas) she was filing paperwork at the desk when she suddenly said she'd heard I'd wanted to touch her butt.
Gee, thanks old buddy of mine. But she'd laughed a little when she said it, not unkindly or in a narrow-eyed tone of voice. So I acknowledged that yes, I'd harbored fantasies about touching her that way, that she was an arousing looking female.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead, can't nobody see." She was right about that; we were hidden pretty well behind everything, and no one could approach w/o being heard on the squeaky, waxed stone floors of that old building floor (plus we were blocked-in on all but one side by the system of roller-conveyors right in front the Station that carried the product to it's last stages.)
So rub her sweet ass, I did. Followed her curvy right cheek w/ my left hand down to where her figure-hugging slacks made a hot, "Y" shaped notch, and massaged her using palm pressure. My dick stiffened instantly, and Geraldine arched her back a little, pushing her ass out further to grind herself onto my fondling fingers. My free hand went straight to her honeydew-sized breasts.
Geraldine closed her eyes, breathing soft and relaxing. Wow, she wasn't wrapped as tight as I'd once thought. I kept looking up and around, but there wasn't anyone else to see. A chirping bird in the ceiling, but otherwise quiet except distant machinery hums.
And my panting, damn this chick had a body. Her eyes opened and she asked (demanded, almost) to see my prick. "I can feel your dick on me, show me that thing!" Okay, now I was really looking around. But horny as I was, I unzipped and dropped my jeans just a little, holding them up by the felt as my free-bird sprang out and waved to her.
"I have never seen a white pecker before. You have a cute dick!" I had to take her word for it; I'm no hung-horse, but my slightly bent upward 7" staff was as fully-erect as it could be. She grabbed it w/ her hand, gave it a couple of tugs. "Come here, let's get a little closer." She pulled me forward, put her hands on my shoulders. I thought we might kiss, but instead she slipped down to her knees (on the rubber Ergonomic mat) backed up almost under the desk to reduce exposure, and bid me step a little closer again.
Putting her cool palms on front my hips, Geraldine sucked my rod into her mouth, pulling it further in using her wine-colored lips, and my knees nearly buckled. I'd just managed to catch hold of the desk-top for balance. Geraldine gave me several quick, hard sucks that pulled her chicks in as her lips held me firm on the "backstrokes."
A few times, Geraldine popped my boner out her smallish, pretty mouth. She rubbed it on her cheeks, her nose, her thin but aristocratic-sexy lips. She nibbled playfully on the head, smiling up at me as I nodded approval of her oral technique.
Aware of the time, and not wanting to get caught I suggested we might have to stop (although at this point, I was certainly hoping she'd disagree) and she did give one last lick to my cock-head before standing up. Quickly getting around me, Geraldine took charge and briskly shoved me down onto of the more comfortable chairs we had at that work-station. My trousers fell to my shins, as she doffed her forest-green slacks and rolled her panties down, dropping them on top the other garment.
My still throbbing cock was pointing straight to my belly button, as Geraldine mounted my hips. Taking me into her hand, she lifted herself up enough to guide me into her snatch. Her pussy was tight enough that my dick felt like it was being turned inside-out, but oh man did it feel good being inside that tight warmth.
I'd gotten past caring about time, being spotted. For weeks, even in the year we'd worked together before the Inspection training, I'd noticed, thought about, finally wet-dreamed about this quiet, "Hot Librarian" ebony beauty. Now here she was, riding me up and down, slow and lingering...after she'd inhaled my tube-steak.
Geraldine moaned a little, held my shoulder blades and upper back as I tried to meet her downward moves w/ some up and back-toward-me thrusts of my own. We got into a steady rhythm as my hands curled around her bouncing buns, assisting her to keep this pace going. Something told me dirty talk wasn't needed here, although I was sure trying to come up with something nasty to say, in an encouraging manner. "Damn, girl you are tight!" just didn't seem original enough.
Geraldine rolled her head back and then held it straight, looking right into my eyes w/ those black marbles of hers. She leaned forward and whispered sharply that she'd prefer I didn't cum inside her, please don't do that.
Hey, no problem. I'd cum inside myself, if it helped this scenario play out, again. My balls were getting that heavy feeling, and as best I could in between tight-chest gasps I mentioned an eruption was imminent. She plopped that pearly-pink pussy off my quivering prick, lifted herself off me w/ one hand on my weakening shoulder, stroking me w/ the other. Boiling cum spurted onto my belly, splashed her thighs on the following blasts, pooled into my pubic hair and crotch. I coaxed the last drops out w/ my own hand, shaking my slick manhood and rubbing the head over her smooth, upper leg. Geraldine was seemingly impressed by my hot load, as she traced a pattern in the puddles of my semen w/ her fingertip.
Damn, what a satisfying afternoon delight. Suddenly I got extremely nervous, and whirled around to check the time: we'd spent 35 hot-and-heavy minutes since she'd first mentioned my spoken-aloud desire to pump her buns. Operators generally took a full-hour for lunch break, and not one soul had discovered us or even was w/in eyesight of that large floor area.
We dressed quickly anyway; she pulled her designer slacks back up, zipped-up and I couldn't resist the urge to double-clutch that tight, round behind of hers again. Geraldine chuckled, and I held her by the hips to gave her butt a nice goosing, swirling my crotch all over that fine booty. "You love my ass, don't you?" "Who the hell doesn't?" More chuckling. Someone stop time, please.
Oh, well. It had to end sometime. Geraldine did great work on that job, and the next one before moving up the Corporate ladder. It was pleasurable to think back on that day, which never repeated itself in any fashion. We both got something to remember years later. I'd encounters before worth dreaming on repeat, and some afterwards that stunned me. But Geraldine surprise me good that day.
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