Nov 17, 2021
Much Deviltry Afoot
Preface: This is a story about two women. One of them, very strong, and dominant. The other...soon to be. This story is fictitious, any similarities to real people are purely coincidental. All characters in this story are of legal age.
It was 7:55 am, a beautiful spring morning on Long Island. My shift would start shortly and we were waiting to clock in. The director of my machinist operations, John A, came over to the clock area and greeted the crew.
He shook my hand and said, "Dave could I please see you in my office for a moment? I have an offer for you."
Who knew that this offer would change my life drastically.
"Sure, be right there."
He told me that he wanted me to go to a convention in Aruba to evaluate a new lathe for use in the CNC machining department. "I chose you because you have sixteen years of experience working as a machinist. Nobody else in the company knows the product and machines as well as you do."
I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I immediately accepted. An all-expense-paid week in Aruba....sweet. I received an itinerary of the machine demonstrations. Hot stuff, two of the events were being hosted by female machinists/instructors from our company. There are six female machinists in our company. Female machinists are a rarity, as machine work is typically male-dominated. Most people don't know or have forgotten that during WW2, 95% of the machinist force were women...Rosey the Riveter, et al. Takes a strong woman to make it to the top in a male-dominated occupation.
One of these instructors was Marlena, a very well-spoken, fifty-five-year-old pattern maker that didn't look her age. A tall gal with legs that went on for miles. She was self-confident, intelligent, and very well-read. In my book, that spells sexy. She had a certain je ne sais quoi that made my dick hard just from talking to her. She exuded sensuality. Little did I know that she secretly had the hots for me. I would soon find out how hot.
The other instructor was a past lover of mine, Sienna. She was thirty-five years old and very pretty. She was brilliant when it came to lathes and milling equipment and was very well respected by everyone in the machine shops. She was a strong confident instructor/leader, yet oddly, a very quiet, almost mousey person outside of work. Unfortunately, the lass was sadly lacking in self-confidence in the bedroom.
I'm a male, a 40-year-old tool and die maker. I take drawings from the engineering department and use them to make and evaluate prototypes for CNC lathe tooling. You know, a big shot..a legend in my own mind.
I went over to Marlena's department and sought her out. She was operating an old Leblond lathe so I waited for her to finish before calling out to her...safety first.
We chatted about the upcoming convention, what the hotel was like, dinner, nightlife, all of the new machines to be exhibited, etc...
She told me that she and Sienna had adjoining penthouse rooms that overlook the ocean. Sweet! I told her that my room was one floor below.
A woman wears a certain look when she's on the prowl. She was giving me that look, "You know, you might not be spending too much time in your room...."
I was genuinely surprised. "You know, I think that we should have dinner one night and get to know each other a little better?" Boy did that sound corny.
She smiled at me again, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"You're darn tootin, Rabbit!", I said in my best Yosemite Sam voice. (Bugs Bunny reference for all you late millennials and gen Z)
She laughed, "Good. Remember, this rabbit loves a nice firm carrot, so make sure to bring yours." She laughed again as my jaw hit the floor and my eyes bugged out of my head. I like a woman that knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. This one doesn't play silly head games.
A week in Aruba with a hot cougar....even sweeter. I owe you one John A.
The work week went by and on Friday we decided to Uber it to a quiet Japanese restaurant for dinner. The hot Sake was flowing like water, the udon noodles were hot and chewy, and the broth was spicy, much like Marlena. I found out that Sake makes her very horny. Guess who's going Sake hunting when he gets to Aruba? We spoke as though we'd known each other for years. The easy conversation varied from sports to religion, lathes, and eventually, to sex.
We were surprised to find that we're both Atheists, that sort of explains why neither one of us is judgemental. Funny how the most judgemental people are the ones whose big book says, "Judge not". I guess they missed that Sunday school lesson.
Forgive me, I digress.
We got to talking about our likes and dislikes regarding bedroom fun. She told me that while a big cock is nice, it isn't everything. She's had boring lovers with nine inches. Guys that just climbed on and humped till they came...ok done. She's had wild men with six inches that did everything they could to please her and succeeded in doing so. She said that guys with average size cocks had more to prove and always made the extra effort for her.
Having just six myself, I was happy to hear that. Who am I kidding, bigger is better. You'll have to read on to find out how I came to that revelation.
I told her that I fit into the second category. I will do almost anything to please my lady, and I'll let her do almost anything to me. I draw the line at scat. Don't leave me with a Cleveland Steamer and you can have your way with me.
She also told me that she likes pegging and using double-end dildos to connect her to her lover more thoroughly. My imagination is now running wild trying to picture that. She also likes the taste of a young lady...hmmmm, I know a young lady that needs to be tasted.
I told her that Sienna, having been lonely for a long time, might lean that way with some gentle prodding and a wee dram or two of liquid courage. "She's in the room next to you. If we leave your adjoining door open, she might come to investigate. I'll have to plant the seeds very carefully though. She scares easily and doesn't usually step out of her comfort zone. We were lovers once upon a time.... She feels safe with me. She might just..."
Marlena's eyes brightened at the prospect of burying her face between Sienna's strong thighs. "Ohhh, I would love to bring her over to the dark side, young Jedi. The force is strong with me. I just hope that your lightsaber is fully charged and up to the task at hand."
