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Carol gets it on with her neighbor
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PROUDLY PRESENTS ...
"Carol"
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Don't get me wrong now, I have nothing against women in the
work place, it's just that there are some places where it's just
not proper! Like for example the place where I work. I'm a
skilled tradesman, a Tool and Die Maker to be specific, and I work
in a large machine shop, along with about fifty other guys. The
work is hard and nerve wracking, so naturally the language tends
to get a little crude at times and coarse the rest of the time.
It's our way of coping with the stress and anxiety of high
precision work.
When word came down the grape-vine that there was going to be
a new "kid" hired, we didn't give it much thought. The more the
company hired, the better our job security. Well, pretty soon the
rumor mill was in over drive. It seemed that someone had heard
that the new kid was going to be a GIRL!
Well fuck! There goes the neighbourhood, I thought. I've quit
jobs before because they've hired women on, and they've always
been a cause of trouble amongst the guys. They wait and work long
enough to get into the union and then they start complaining that
our pin-ups and our language is degrading to their gender. Before
you know it, the guys are more concerned with watching their
language then they are with doing their jobs.
Well, you can imagine when the big day came and I found out
that this "girl" was going to be MY apprentice. She was going to
work with me and beside me for the next six months learning how to
operate my machine. At the end of six months some other sucker
would teach her his machine, but for now I was it. I seriously
thought of quitting, but I liked this place and the money was good,
and God damn it I wasn't going to change my ways no matter what
anybody said!
Monday morning came and it was my first opportunity to meet
my new apprentice. Jesus Christ, I had never sprung a boner so
fast! Her name was Carol and even with clothes on she looked
sexier that any of my favorite pin-ups. God, she looked good
enough to eat!
I spent the first day with her just talking about what we did
on this machine, and fielding off a lot of jokes from my co-workers
like "Hey Wally, are you showing her ALL of your tools?" I told
them all to go fuck themselves but in the back of my mind I was
wishing that I had the nerve to show her MY tool which had been at
least as hard as the steel ones I had been showing her all day.
I've been married for over five years now, and I really don't
have a complaint with my sex life. I enjoy it the way you're
supposed to, with your wife. I had never even thought of cheating
on my wife, but by God, if Carol had said "Fuck me", I would have
dropped my pants right there in the middle of the shop! As it
was, I had to go to the can twice that day to jack off, or else
live with the fear that I would cum in my jeans. That was another
first for me also. I hadn't jacked off since my wife and I were
dating, and here I was acting like a lust starved teen-ager.
Thank God the day finally came to an end. I said good night
to Carol and headed home to my wife. When she asked how work had
gone, I just answered "Okay". She said to me "Didn't you say that
a girl was going to be starting at the shop today?" I said "Yeah,
but I don't know if she's going to be staying, she doesn't look
strong enough."
I don't know why I lied to my wife, because Carol was
certainly strong enough to wear me down to a frazzle! That
night as I made love to my wife, I kept thinking of Carol. My
wife kept asking if I was alright, because I had already cum three
times and I was still driving my hot meat into her with a frenzy.
"Wally", my wife said, "if you don't slow down you're going to
wear out my pussy!" I came to my senses after that remark and
quit before my wife got suspicious. I drifted off to sleep
somehow but the thought of Carol plagued me most of the night.
Finally I resolved that come tomorrow morning, I was just going to
ask the boss to let someone else train her.
The next morning I felt like hell and who do I see standing
by my machine looking better than the day before but Carol. She
said to me "You look tired Wally, didn't you sleep well last
night?" I just grunted. She went on chipper as all hell about
what a great night's sleep she had. She told me, "I went home and
fixed myself a little snack and then I ran a hot bath just
brimming with bubbles."
I could feel the stirring's in my groin as she continued, "I
climbed into the tub and set my cigarettes and coffee right beside
me so that I could really soak for a long time. I didn't have to
worry about the phone either since I have an answering machine."
"What about your husband" I asked. "Oh" she said, "He split
about two years ago, and my boyfriend and I broke up about a month
ago, so I was all alone." As sure as I knew that the sun would
come up again tomorrow I knew that I had to make it with Carol. I
knew it was just my cock talking but my mind was not far behind in
wishful thinking!
"Let's get back to work shall we" I suggested. I had to do
something right quick or else something was going to bend or
break!
"Now for starters", I said, "You just stand behind me and
watch what I do." "You'll have to look over my shoulder to see
how I set the dials and read the gauges."
I said all that without realizing that Carol was a good four
inches shorter than me and would have to stand on her toes leaning
against me if she was going to faithfully watch what I was doing.
She did, and the second those tits of hers touched my back I
realized two things. One was that she wasn't wearing a bra and the
other was that I had just creamed my jeans.
"Oh shit" I said. When she asked what was the matter, I just
told her that this wasn't going to work for us, so par for the
course (the journeyman pays, the apprentice fetches), I gave her
some money and told her to get us a coffee while I figured out
another way.
As soon as she left I headed for the can to clean up the mess
I had made in my pants. When I returned she was waiting with our
coffees, and I told her that I would stand behind her and work the
controls from behind. She made some comment about what could
happen if I got too close and then she would be able to feel what
was on my mind. I told her to keep dreaming and said we had better
get back to work. She just smiled and took her position in front
of the controls. I placed my arms around her to reach the dials,
and I could feel my arms brushing the sides of her boobs every time
I made an adjustment. Sure enough, it wasn't very long before I
was very long again, but before I could do any thing about my
position, she started talking again. "I like you Wally" she said,
"And I'm a pretty good judge of people." "I think that you're a
kind and sensitive man who knows how to treat a lady properly,
someone who knows that a woman has desires too and would like them
fulfilled."
Well I was getting harder by the second so I thought I better
tell her that I was a happily married man and that we should not be
talking like this. She replied that she was not looking for a
boyfriend or a husband, just a friend, some thoughtful person to
talk to and spend a little time with. I told her that I didn't
think that was such a good idea, especially with me, but damn it,
every time I moved a dial I could feel those soft breasts brushing
my arm and my cock was growing harder by the moment. To make
matters worse, every time I leaned forward to adjust something,
she leaned back and ground that cute ass of hers against my aching
prick.
Now I didn't know if she was doing this intentionally or if
she was just moving so that I could get at the controls easier,
but God damn it was getting harder by the minute. Doing my job I
mean, because by now my cock was swollen to a dangerous size and I
was having trouble concentrating on the work at hand. So much
trouble in fact that when I had to make the final cut on my work
piece, and Carol asked how much more we had to take off, I
answered with a common shop term for a light cut and said, "Just a
cunt hair more." She then asked how much that was, and feeling as
frustrated as I was, I replied, "Pluck one out and measure it!"
She replied, "I can't, I shave my pussy all the time." I nearly
collapsed on her and the machine when she said that. My balls
were tight and turning blue and my cock threatened to let loose
with another load for my shorts.
"Please Carol" I begged, "Stop talking like that or I'm liable
to forget that I'm a gentleman."
After that she left it alone for a while, but shortly after
lunch, she started talking about her bubble bath again. "You
know", she said, "I spent over an hour in that tub last night."
"An hour?", I asked, "That's a long time for anybody."
"I know", she replied, "But after my initial soaking, I
started to wash myself up, and when I got to my pussy I had the
most wonderful feeling just rubbing my soapy hands back and forth
over my cunt. All I could think about was you Wally, and before I
knew it I climaxed and it felt so good that I did it again, this
time picturing you tongue rubbing my clit instead of my fingers and
then I took the bar of soap and started to shove it inside of me
pretending that it was your stiff cock that was making me cum!"
"Wally" she asked, "Won't you be my friend?"
Well, the best laid plans of mice and men so they say. I had
never made a promise to my wife that I was going to be faithful
forever, it was just my own silly notion (that was at this moment
flying out the window) that I had sown all my wild oats before I
got married, and I had always thought that an extra-marital affair
would come with all kinds of complications that I didn't want.
But since Carol put it like we were just going to be friends,
well, all of my apprehension disappeared.
I called my wife and told her that the boss was sending me out
of town to look at an emergency repair, which he often did, and
that I would probably be real late getting home. My wife just
said, "That's fine dear. I understand, thanks for calling to let
me know, have a safe trip and enjoy yourself." Oh, I wish she
hadn't added that last part, but that was exactly what I was going
to do.
Quitting time rolled around ever so slow, but finally the
buzzer rang, and I headed out the door. I had Carol's address and
had promised to meet her at her place fifteen minutes later so
that she could tidy up as she put it. As I waited, all thoughts
of my first time cheating left me. My cock was twitching with
excitement as I headed for her apartment. My brain was abuzz with
the thoughts of what would surely transpire. I went to knock on
the door when it dawned on me that it was open. I looked inside
and I could see her work clothes making a trail towards one of the
doors at the back of her apartment. "Carol" I called, "Are you
here?" Dumb question I know but this game was all new to me. "In
here" she yelled back, "Come on in." I didn't know what to expect
but what my eyes saw could only have come out of a movie scene!
Carol was in her bathtub, brimming with bubbles, the lights
were out but in their place were about a dozen candles. "I need
you Wally" she said, "but I need you to be my friend and to be
gentle with me. I promise that I won't cause you any problems and
that I'm not looking for any commitments, I just need a gentle
loving friend. Will you be my friend Wally?"
A lump grew in my throat as big as the one in my jeans and my
heart opened up to this woman. "Yes Carol, I'll be your friend" I
told her, and then I reached over to the little stand beside the
tub where she had placed a bottle of champagne and two glasses. I
poured us both a drink as I drank in what I could see of her body.
Rising up out of the bubbles were those beautiful breasts,
swelling with each breath she took. She was so shiny, like oil
had been poured over her body. As we drank I started removing my
clothes also and climbed into the tub with her. We drank and
talked like real old friends who always confide every secret with
each other and then we kissed. It felt like someone had dropped
an electrical appliance in the water, all of my hairs stood on end
as our tongues danced in each others mouths. I licked her face
and nibbled on her ears. I kissed her nose and her eyes with a
gentleness that I didn't know I possessed. Carol brought out the
best in me, but I was going to be better yet!
As we continued to kiss, I started to explore her body and
caress every curve. Slowly I eased her back in the tub and guided
my cock into her. She was hot, and she was tight. Her cunt
muscles massaged my throbbing prick like a velvet covered glove.
It seemed like forever yet it happened so fast, she cried out
"Wally, I'm coming!" and I was too, the best climax of my life and
I hadn't even moved.
We rinsed each other off, and for the first time I could see
her hairless mound. I was still sitting, while she was standing
so I just reached forward with my head and started kissing that
delectable little morsel that was extended from her lower lips. I
kissed and I nibbled and I sucked it a little and before I knew it
she was sliding down into the tub again, weak from having had
another orgasm. I gently picked her up and carried her till I
found her bedroom where I placed her gently on the bed. We made
love all night that night but when it became early morning, I
knew that I would have to leave Carol and go home to my wife. As
I prepared to leave I noticed a tear in her eye, and I said,
"Remember, no complications", to which she replied, "Oh Wally, I'm
not crying out of sadness, this little tear is just a sign of my
happiness. I feel like I've been loved like I've never been loved
before."
Carol and I continued to work and love together as friends
for about four more months. Then one day she received word from
her family that they wanted their daughter to come back home. She
said, "I have to go home Wally, I need my family also and it's
been three years since I saw them. Thanks to you I survived long
enough to see that they need me too." Then she took my face in
her hands and said, "Wally, I love you, you're my best friend and
I'll always remember you. You showed me that love and sex can be
gentle and caring and sharing, and for that I'll always be
grateful."
With those words she kissed me, said good-bye and left.
It's been six months now since I last saw Carol. My love for
my wife hasn't diminished and I'm not looking for another Carol.
I have become a more caring and loving husband though, and my
attitude towards women in general has changed. If they talk a
little coarse or act a little brazen, it's just their way of
trying to cope in a man's world.
Yesterday, I received a letter from Carol, it was sent to the
shop. Inside the envelope was a picture of Carol and her mother
and father, and they were all smiling. There was also a short note
enclosed that said "Thanks Wally, you're the best friend a girl
could ever hope for. Love Carol".
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