I spent my lunch break in the women’s locker room at the factory, buried balls-deep in Becca Ferguson, the nineteen-year-old press operator who wanted me. I didn’t want Becca. She was flat-chested and kind of dumb, no real ambition but to get married and start cranking out babies like a puppy mill. Still, she wanted me, and I was willing to use her to get what I really wanted, which was Susan.
Becca and I had our shirts on, but our pants around our ankles. I pounded into her, stroke after stroke after stroke. She’d slipped her hands up under my shirt and dug her nails into my spine. I cupped my fingers over her hips and tried hard to make sure I didn’t come too soon.
I knew when Susan was supposed to take lunch. I’d timed seducing Becca precisely. Of course that wasn’t hard, since I only had to get her to do what she already wanted to do. Becca and I took first lunch, and Susan was on second lunch. So I just walked into the women’s locker room as Becca was taking off her work smock, wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and began sucking her earlobes. She leaned back into me. I rubbed my thumbs in figure-eights over her belly and pressed my crotch into the back of her jeans.
One night, my date and I went to see a show at the local theater. Apparently, because it was a late show, and because it was during the middle of the week, there weren’t many people in the place. We sat in the back, as usual we usually did.
The movie that we were watching was a romantic thriller that was going around at the time (perhaps you heard of “9-1/2 weeks”?). It just was starting to get interesting as the actors started to get into one of the make-out scenes. That’s when my date placed her hand on my lap and started to rub my throbbing boner.
I hadn’t expected this from her since this was our first date out together. I was presently surprised that she was showing interest in my equipment so early in our relationship.
Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the mall together, watch movies together, and study together, you know, just about everything.
Cheryl was about 5’9″ (I was a wee bit shorter), and had a figure that bespoke ‘Modeling Career Here’. I’ll admit that I wasn’t nearly as attractive, but the guys I dated never seemed to think so.
Anyway, Cheryl really surprised me one night after an exciting football game. We had gone back to the girl’s locker room, and I decided to get a shower before we decided what to do for the evening. Once I was nude and under the hot spray of the shower, I got very relaxed. I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling the heat soak into my tired muscles.
I was broken out of my bliss by the sound of another shower head turning on. Cheryl was standing at the next nozzle, rinsing her hair. I was surprised to see her buck-naked. Before, we had always pulled curtains between the showers for privacy.
I have never been a big fan of Halloween parties. I don’t really enjoy getting dressed up. The only good thing about them is that you get to see hot chicks wearing slutty outfits. Well, what made this Halloween party even worse is that it was an office party. It’s bad enough that I had to go to a party, but now I have to be surrounded by my co-workers that I see forty hours a week already.
I went into the party with a bad attitude. I just didn’t want to be there. I didn’t even bother finding a date. I just wanted to slip in, make an appearance, and slip out. I work in a young office. Most of the people are in their twenties or thirties. When I got to the party, I was very impressed. In fact, I was blown away. It looked like all the women were trying to out-slut each other. Tons of cleavage, bare midriffs, and skirts that hung just below their asses. This was great. I had dressed as Dracula, so I had to keep checking myself, making sure my erection wasn’t visible through the flimsy cape.