SullyChapter 25
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Sunday evening I was restless and cranky. My mind repeatedly conjured the smell of her from earlier in the day, and I masturbated three times before bed.
Monday I arrived at work a half-hour early and Teddy stopped me at the time-clock. He looked sheepish and shy, and I knew he was going to ask a favor.
"Need a favor, Meg," he said.
"You got it," I replied.
"I want you to run 614 today, and train Aaron on 616," he said. "Sam is out with a heart attack and I need the parts off 614 right away."
"Aaron is a chauvinistic asshole and 616 is mine," I said.
"I need the help on 614," he said. "Please?"
Whenever he got that tone in his voice, I couldn't refuse. It was the same tone I'd heard the night he'd asked to eat me. And the night he first touched my tits. And a few others, too, I thought.
I thought, "Double shit!" but I said, "Ok."
614 was one of the smaller bar-feeders, close to 616. Once it was set up and had the right diameter material in the feeder, the thing would run all day. The parts were small and one got kicked out of the machine into the basket on the door about every minute and a half... I set it up, loaded the feeder and turned it on. I made a minor adjustment after the first two parts, and went to see what Aaron was doing. I set my lunch box and thermos on the table and he leered at me.
"Hi Honey!" he chirped. "What's up?"
I knew if I responded to his comment either way, I'd never hear the end of it. Aaron had limited experience and was dumber than a box of rocks. His wife worked in the front office, and that had been his entry into the workforce on the floor. Nothing like a little nepotism to make the place run smoothly.
I sat down in my - now his - chair, and poured a cup of coffee.
"Check each part when it comes out," I told him.
He looked at me arrogantly and asked, "Why?"
" 'Cause I said so. You're the trainee here," I said.
He backed away and gave me that tolerant look, then checked the computer screen.
"One coming out in about three minutes," he said.
"Make sure your mikes are set correctly," I replied.
He checked the micrometers in their gauges, and the door opened with a soft whoosh.
He started to grab the hoist and I said, "Check it in the machine. No use handling it ten times."
It took him five minutes to check the four critical dimensions, then he lifted it out. He put in a raw part, made sure the spindle was locked, and pushed the start button. I heard the whine of the hydraulics and the door closed. I now had forty-three minutes of dead time to inhabit with an asshole. I thought God didn't like me much.
By the end of the day I was tired and thoroughly pissed off. Aaron had input a tool offset incorrectly, and made three bad parts before I caught it. He had waited too long to replace a worn insert, and that had cost another bad part, plus replacement of the tool. I was tired of repeating which screen would show him the various functions, and the asshole hadn't written anything down. The only good news was that 614 had produced 300 good parts, and they were on my production card.
"You want to sign this?" he asked, handing me his card.
"Your machine now," I said, "You sign it!"
He shrugged and signed it, then walked off. I had to sweep and mop the mats and put away the mikes, plus clean up his mess from lunch. I was in a hateful mood.
Tuesday morning he arrived late. 614 had filled one basket already, and 616 was working on part number two for the day. He looked subdued and angry as he put his lunch pail next to mine on the bench.
He tied his apron and asked, "Where we at now?"
"On number two," I replied.
He nodded and took a new spiral notebook and a pencil from his shirt. I watched him change screens and mark down the values for thirty minutes, then he sat down and poured a cup of coffee. He didn't look at me in that weird way he had of undressing me with his eyes; mostly he stared out the door at the back parking lot and smoked.
He checked the parts faster, did all the manual labor, and cleaned up his lunch debris without being asked. By two-thirty, we hadn't exchanged more than a dozen words, and all of those had been related to work. He was paying attention, and we didn't lose a part that day. He swept and mopped without me saying a word.
By Friday we were on better speaking terms and traded a few mild jokes. He was learning fast, and I thought of telling Teddy he could turn Aaron loose on his own in about another week. I was checking the screen for tool six and thinking of adding a couple of thousandths to the offset when I felt his hand on my ass. The warmth of his palm first, and then the tips of his fingers as they tightened to squeeze.
I hate being touched without my permission or invitation. I reacted immediately by bringing my elbow around and connecting with his jaw.
He stumbled back holding his jaw and said, "What the hell was that for?"
I picked up a four-foot crowbar I used to clear jams from the conveyor and held it like a baseball bat. "Your hands, asshole. Your hands."
I put as much menace as I could muster into my voice, but I could hear it shake with anger. He must have heard it too, because he laughed at me.
As he laughed, he said, "We're just havin' a little fun here. Calm down."
I thought 'fuck it', and swung the bar.
He held his arms up when he saw me start to swing, and I hit him on the left arm between the wrist and elbow. My hands shuddered with the impact and he went down with a shriek of pain, holding his arm.
Bennett ran up and asked, "What the hell is going on here?"
Bennett was the lead man, the guy who assigned work if Teddy wasn't there or who we went to with our machine problems.
"The bastard was playing with my ass!" I cried.
"I hope you're tellin' the truth, Megan," he said. I backed away and kept the prybar ready. The plant nurse arrived on her golf cart and checked him over, then called an ambulance. A sizable crowd gathered, and all of them were asking questions. The one face I didn't see was Teddy's.
My Union steward, Alvin Hodges, came over and asked me a few questions, which I answered truthfully. I related the entire week for some background, too. Alvin made some notes and told me not to worry. I punched out a little late and drove home.
Teddy called me at seven o'clock, just as I was getting ready to leave for Sulli's. He referred to it as an 'incident', and told me not to sweat it. There was no overtime scheduled for Saturday, and I had the whole weekend off. I called Janice and invited her along for the night, and she declined. She sounded like she had a cold.
That night Sulli's wasn't crowded at all. There was no band and the jukebox was playing softly as I entered and ordered a beer. One of the pool tables was vacant, so I fed it some quarters and racked the balls. I took a few shots and tried to relax. My aim was terrible and my hands shook.
I had dressed for the evening in a black denim outfit; a tight-fitting western-style shirt and knee-length skirt. The shirt didn't need a bra, and I had decided on no underwear. The draft coming up my skirt from the fans on the floor was tingly and mildly erotic. I played for about an hour and gradually calmed. I began to sink my shots as I envisioned them and started to feel a little better. I sunk the five ball in the side pocket and straightened up. I sensed someone near and turned my head.
Debbie smiled at me and said, "I bought you a beer."
She was wearing saddle shoes, lacy socks, and a white frilly blouse that was open to her navel. Narrowly open, but open. I didn't see a bra strap or cup. The swell of her left breast was barely visible. Her hips were encased in an impossibly short pleated skirt, and I had a clear view of her panties. There were daisies or some kind of flower printed on them. Her legs were smooth, tan, and nicely muscled. Especially the inside of her thighs.
I cleared my throat and said, "Thanks."
She extended the bottle and I took it from her hand. She smiled once more and put her hands between her legs, concealing her treasure from my gaze.
She peeked at me through her brows and asked, "Is there somewhere we can go and talk?"
I hesitated. The last time I'd answered her questions, and I was in no mood to repeat that performance. On the other hand, she seemed to know she was dressed to provoke a response. I didn't feel making it any easier for her.
"What about?" I asked. "I think I answered all your questions last time."
"I just want to talk to you," she said plaintively. "Please?"
"Gimme a minute and meet me by my Jeep," I replied. "You know which one?"
She nodded and quickly walked to the door. She hadn't looked over her shoulder and she wasn't giggling. I went to the bathroom and peed, then stuck a few folds of toilet paper between my legs. No sense ruining the skirt.
I opened the doors and she got into the Jeep. Before she could say anything, I started it up and drove around the corner. I backed in between two large vans that belonged to the furniture company and shut it off. We were alone and out of sight of any streetlights, hidden from all but the most direct view.
I lit a cigarette and said, "Talk."
Her silence gave me enough time to reach in the cooler and pick up a beer, then she said, "I want to apologize."
I took a deep swallow and said, "For?"
"Sunday on the mountain," she said softly.
She sat with her back to the door and one thigh on the seat. The other leg was stretched out on the floor and she had her hands between her legs again. I watched her play with her shoelaces and let her squirm.
Finally I asked, "Why'd you do it?"
"I don't know," she said. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."
Her answer sounded phony to me and I said, "That doesn't answer my question."
"We're here alone and we're talking," she said.
"It was a funny way to get me to notice you," I said.
She giggled nervously and said, "It worked, didn't it?"
I checked and found my crotch a bit damp. Her nearness was beginning to arouse me. I wasn't reacting like Janice would've, but a tingle was definitely there.
I took a pull from my bottle and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to... to show me things," she said, and lowered her head.
"Why me?" I asked. "There's a lot of girls in Sulli's who would jump at the chance to get you into bed."
She grabbed the door handle and straightened in her seat. Her face was red and her eyes were bright with tears. "Look," she said, "I met you eighty-five days ago in there. I've played with myself every night since then thinking about you. I don't want some other girl. I want you."
I was surprised and very flattered. I usually had to work pretty hard to get a date or talk someone into my bed. And here she was offering me her body on a silver platter. I was interested, but I didn't want to be used to satisfy her curiosity. Her eyes were watering and she sniffed, so I handed her a tissue from the box on the dashboard. The console was between us, and she gripped it with both hands as she stared at me.
"This isn't a dare or something, is it?" I asked softly.
"No!" she exclaimed. "You don't know how hard this is for me! It's embarrassing as hell! And I've never said anything like that to anybody before!" She took a couple of deep breaths and added, "If you don't want me, I can leave."
"Oh, I want you," I said, "but what if you don't like it? What happens then?"
She turned to me with a smirky little grin and said, "I don't think that will happen."
I decided to take her offer. I liked her attitude; she was cute and young, and I didn't have much to lose. I got another beer, lit a cigarette, and started the Jeep.
Forty-five minutes later, I pulled into my driveway. The ride had been mostly silent, and I'd caught her staring out the side window with an uncertain look. Her hands had remained in her lap, clasped together for safety.
I let us in and shut the door, then played hostess and got us a beer. I didn't have a fireplace, so I lit a candle and put it on the coffee table. We sat at opposite ends of my small couch facing each other, and she stretched her arm across the back. She was nervous, and I lit her cigarette.
I took her hand in mine and kissed her palm. "I'm going to freshen up," I said, using my mother's words from long ago. "Make yourself at home."
I stripped off my clothes and gave myself a quick sponge bath. I dabbed a drop of perfume between my breasts and in the top of my pubic hair, then put on my robe. I fluffed my hair and walked to the living room. Her head turned as I entered the room, and she gave me a shy smile. I sat in my previous spot and smiled at her.
Her foot was wiggling from the ankle down; the kind of restless activity that betrays nervousness. She lit another cigarette and took a pull from her bottle.
"What now?" she asked.
It was plain she was not only nervous but scared. She was miles from her home and her friends, in the company of a stranger whose attraction she couldn't deny but didn't fully understand. I'd felt the same way in ninth grade with Karen the first time.
I said, "There's a clean robe in the bathroom. You can wash your face, use the toilet if you have to, whatever. Don't worry; I'll be here when you get back."
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I couldn't wait for morning to arrive to tell my mother about my brainstorm. Morning arrived and when I told my mother that I had not one, but two people, that I thought would be more than willing, she perked up. When I told her who they were, I couldn't believe how enthusiastic she was about my choices. The two people I told my mother about were my two cousins, Andy and Eddie, who are her two nephews, her sister's children. Andy was twenty years old and in the fall would be a junior in...
"Sov ... Soval?" "It is me, t'hy'la." "After all those years..." "I regret that we were missing from each others lives." "You did ... what you had to do, t'hy'la." "As I do now." "To see you ... one last time, is ... is..." searing pain almighty grief Trip woke up with a scream, almost unable to breathe. His tossing and turning had stirred T'Pol awake too. As his eyes opened, she had instinctively embraced him and pressed him to her body – a bit too firmly. His...
Meanwhile, back at the Collins apartment, the wedding celebration was in full swing and with more guests continuing to arrive the party just kept getting bigger. As a result, first Anita Johnson, then Kelly Fitzpatrick, and finally Sally Wilson stripped off their clothes and joined the other girls in serving the guests. Although Andy Taylor was about to strip and join the other servers, Susan told her in no uncertain terms that as her mother she was always a guest in her home and was expected...
Hannie has fine firm big breasts and auburn hair, big bush hiding her hot slit and a feminine figureAwesomely attractive ass as her bums are tight and tasty, so ideally inviting sexy spanking some timeNext time the virgin visits me for more lessons of love, at my wishes she dresses up as a school girlNothing underneath her sexy short plated skirt in blue red and green, no bra either although C-cups!I let her strip slowly for the cameras behind my mirrors before inviting her for intimate...
"The 'Mrs. Hollingsworth Project'" (Part 9) "'He' actually called me Mr. Hawthore the other day," Richard said as he sat at his desk in his office while Ms. Lawrence paced the room. "Of course there's Ben Hawthorne from the Los Angeles meeting and there's Morton Craig, Hunt Sewell, Donner Post from others too. Was that designed to confuse me or something? I mean he's coming along so well that I didn't want to say anything. Maybe it's too many meetings or jet lag or something," He...
“Hello, are you waiting for someone?” I asked. She looked at me surprised, “Oh, hi, hello. No, just thinking alone.” For the first time I saw her face, she was a real beauty with a small head and long brown hair. Not wanting to scare her, I stopped glaring at her and asked. “You look like you are cold and I can’t let beauty like you sit here by yourself shivering. I was just coming back from work planning to eat something, wanna join me? I will have great company and you will warm yourself....
"Hey, Charlotte, let me get Mike's number," I giggled."Like hell, you're getting my brother's number, Vera," she whined, coming into her bedroom with me. "I'm not having him date a woman like you, and don't you have some other guy to screw?""First of all, he'd go for me. And no, Tom and I broke up. He left me for someone else, but I have no idea who, though. He just told me it wasn't working out, and he'd met someone else. He told me it was nothing I did, but bullshit. We're in our freshmen...
ThreesomesI had found the stone lying on a beach in Fiji. It was a regular grey stone, except that it had been etched with an image of something humanoid and around that were some illegible symbols etched in the surface. Time had worn the stone to the point that even someone that could read whatever language it was would have had a hard time deciphering the lost symbols. It didn't take me long to figure out what the stone did, though. As I walked into my vacation bungalow and set the stone down...
It was a huge bathroom and I loved it. The thing is, the bathroom didn't have a lock on the door and the girls had a habit of walking right in and giggling as they looked at me naked. I told them it was not cool to walk in on someone but they kept doing it. I even threatened to tell their mom but they still kept doing it. I, of course, would never have told their mom because I was afraid my ass would get in trouble for some reason. After awhile I just let them have their fun. Soon they...
It was a cold, blustery January morning. The snow was falling lightly. You had just left for work. The memory of the night before’s love making still fresh in my memory. You did everything so perfect. I couldn’t have asked for more. You brought the woman out in me so many times, so easily. you possess the Midas touch. The more I thought of the night before, the warmer I seemed to get. I could no longer contain myself. I went up to our love nest, and put on my favorite garter and stockings. And...
Sarah moaned, "Oh, God, Andy, fuckin' ain't felt this good since I started in the business 15 years ago! Ya're pecker just hits all my good spots. Try movin' up just a bit ta put more pressure on my clit. OH ... OH ... OH ... I'M COMIN', I'M COMIN'! ... HERE I COME, AGAIN! ... SHIT! ... THIS AIN'T POSSIBLE! ... OH ... OH ... OH ... I'M COMIN', AGAIN! ... DAMMIT, ANDY, WHERE YA BEEN ALL MY LIFE?" This was when Andy finally exploded in the biggest come he ever had, even in his...
Lately, Ben has been telling me he doesn't want me to bring home any more "new" pussy he wants to focus on just he and I and our own hot sex life. I looked at him to see if he was k**ding or not but for now, he seems quite serious. Truly that's fine with me, but I know somewhere down the line he MAY change his mind :D Ben, Jensen and I were sitting around tonight (Jensen seems to be coming around a LOT more often) and I wanted to stir up some trouble. I told Jensen if he wanted to hear about...
Gina and Brian were married for several years. They were trying to have a family but were not having much luck. It was putting a lot of stress in their lives. Gina and Brian's siblings all had families.Baby-making was becoming stressful and challenging. The couple had sex regularly, but Gina was never becoming pregnant. Gina was worried and went to the gynecologist. All the tests came back with good results. Her gynecologist felt the problems were with Brian.Brian was not keen on getting...
TabooMystica Jade and Sophia Grace are in town. James Deen wants to do some work but Mystica won’t leave him alone until he gives her some dick. James is being a total pussy about the whole thing because he doesn’t know Sophia Grace very well. He won’t do shit until Sophia gives the all clear. Turns out that Sophia is just as horny as Mystica and ends up instigating the whole thing. The three fuck each other until wee hours of the morning. Lucky for us James always keeps a camera...
xmoviesforyouPreston. Two weeks later “There’s been a guy asking questions.” “Oh?” The response was almost dismissive, the speaker barely acknowledging the person he was talking to as he continued to read the document on his desk, scribbling the occasional note on it. “Asking about Nik Griffin and the BNP. He was trying to link it to the Truth And Freedom Party.” The person seated put down his pen and looked up. “When was this?” “About two weeks ago?” “Why are you asking me? Either it was or it...
"No, no, ' Carl protested, with some force. "Exhibitionism is vulgar, disgusting. I am talking about an exhibit.' "Well, then, I just don't understand, ' I said. I watched Carl as he stood in the midst of the jumble of metal and wire that makes his studio seem chaotic, though it is not. He walked toward me, cool brown eyes searching my face, looking for a way to explain what he had in mind. "Look, ' he said. "Look at the Venus de Milo.' "That's a statue, ' I said, rather...
Well Dammit! I said to myself as I boarded the 6:30 AM train to town. I rarely worked Saturdays, let alone worked on a Sunday. But today I found myself heading back in to work to finish what I didn't get done yesterday. The only reason I had to return today I mumbled to myself, was because of you, you fucking rich bitch. You fucked with my head so badly yesterday I couldn't ever clear your image out of my head. Now it's early fucking Sunday morning, and I'm headed to work. Plus, I didn't sleep...
MasturbationLater that afternoon, at the normal time, a bus screeched to a halt at the corner of the cul-de-sac, the students unloaded, spread out heading for their respective homes and the bus roared away, black diesel exhaust polluting the neighborhood. Alice came home. She crashed through the door, slammed it shut ... like normal ... and flopped on the couch. Flopping on the couch was something she NEVER did. Alice might flop on her bed ... she might seat herself decorously at her desk and switch on...
Hello all. My name is Rani I am 34 married Punjabi female living in Canada. I am married my hubby is 35, he is also Punjabi. I been in Canada since 1973.Hubby been here since1976. I am 5.6” 36/30/36. My hubby is 5.10.Very nice body, we are very happy. I read many stories in iss site. Some of the stories are very good, some are ok. I enjoy incest and group stories. We also do lot of group sex too. I want to tell you how it all began. When I was 2 my dad came to Canada, I and my mom stayed back...
IncestHis was pounding me. His big cock thrusting in and almost out of my hungry cunt. He’d been fucking me half an hour, at an unrelenting pace, which left me breathless. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come, many of them just rolled from one, to the next. I dug my red nails into his back, as I came again, and then again, gripping his waist with my legs. He still hadn’t come. I wanted him to, I wanted to feel his cum inside me, feel as it hit the walls of my pussy, and my cervix…………………….“So...
Hey- This is a personal story. Let me know what you think. Mostly true...'cept names and a few other things...enjoy!!!!!!!!How Rebeca StartedThen, out of the blue, I received a friend request on F-book from the man who started me out. At 43, he was 31 years older than me when he and I played. I was on summer vacation and discovered masturbation in an unlikely way. Mom and dad had split up, so mom was at work during the week. I’d watched a series of movies that involved prostitutes that...