This story is longer than most of mine, I was going to try and split it into two chapters but there was no good place to do that. If you don't like long stories I understand, just wanted to let you know. Any and all characters involved in sexual activities are 18 or older.
Pudgy Paula
Paula was a breath of fresh air when she came to work for Advantage Refrigeration, she took the place of two older women whom had recently retired, they both did their jobs well, they simply weren't very quick or efficient any longer. Paula on the other hand was a young vibrant twenty six with as much energy as a five year old. She was not what one would call toned and slender, I have an older sister about her size, I knew my sister wore clothes in the 12 to 14 range depending on the cut or design. I guessed that Paula was in the same spectrum, hips probably between 38 to 40, (the kind you love to lay in like a sex saddle as you stroke deep) waist about 33 or 34, breasts 38 to 40 at least a D, more likely a DD, and the looks of an eighteen year old, her face was beautiful.
Though she wasn't flabby in the least, she was what my dad would have called *pudgy* ... not fat, not skinny, but solid, she carried it on her five foot seven frame with grace and style. I read stories about women who are fit, toned, perfect ass, a face that could launch a thousand ships, and let's not forget breasts that are *perky*, whatever that is. Paula wasn't any of that, she was what most would consider ordinary, or maybe average. Even when I was a gym rat I can't remember ever seeing any *perfect* women, the lion's share of us at the gym were there or one reason and one reason only, to keep our belly from hanging over our belt and maybe get rid of the muffin top.
To me Paula was basically like all the rest of us, just a little thicker in spots. In the two months she'd been at Advantage I'd never seen her in slacks or jeans, always a dress or skirt and blouse, stockings of some sort or color, always low high heels, maybe two inches or close to that. Makeup and hair were always well done, even when she was flustered, she looked cute, for a girl of twenty six her behavior and overall demeanor made an impression on me. I know it sounds arrogant to say but when you've reached thirty one and have traveled the world there isn't a lot left to impress you, she did.
I was one of five servicemen who also alternated into the installation crews if needed. We ran the calls, diagnosed and repaired the problems, my day usually started within ten minutes of having my service van restocked, which was always by seven fifteen. Jug, the service manager, would come into the shop with slips of paper in his hand joking and glad handing as he did every day, he would call each serviceman by name, hand us our first call of the day and we'd head out.
The thing about being a journeyman in commercial refrigeration is you aren't being paid if you aren't on a job, you also aren't through with your day until the last service call has been run. The hours at times get very long, and if you're a serviceman you also must pull a week's standby at a time. At Advantage there were five of us, we had standby every fifth week, where I had originally started out there were only three of us, sometimes you ended up on standby twice in a month. That's was the catalyst for the destruction of my marriage.
Right out of high school I entered a two year refrigeration course at our local tech school, graduated three months shy of my twenty first birthday, got a job at a smaller nearby shop and entered the world of commercial refrigeration. For those who don't know the difference, commercial is only grocery stores, convenience stores and the like, IE, larger places, we didn't do any domestic units at all. I'd been at Polar almost a year when they put me on the standby rotation, no big deal when you're single still living at home.
Linda Ellerson and I had been in school together since seventh grade, we never dated or were an item, she had gone to school to be a dental assistant which brought about our meeting again when I went to have my teeth cleaned. Three days later I was in to have a small cavity filled, she happened to be the assistant. When I was finished, she walked me to the lobby, walking down the hallway she asked if I ever went to Zachs on the weekend. Zachs was a local watering hole for the single, divorced and cheating crowd. I told her I did from time to time, she responded she might see me there.
I'm not much of a clubber, or a drinker for that matter, I like beer, but it doesn't like me. I'm good for two or three, after that I become belligerent and mean. Wine and hard liquor are just not my thing, I found it better to stay at three beers than spend the weekend in jail. It was two weeks later when I decided to hit Zachs and see if it was any better than the last time I'd been there, sure enough, there was Linda with some girlfriends at the bar. A handful of guys were chatting them up with what seemed like no results in their favor, I was at a table visiting with my old classmate Phil Monroe when I sensed someone standing near me, turning I saw Linda.
"Hi Linda. You look lovely tonight. You and the girls out on the town?"
I gestured for her to have a seat, which she did.
"No, it's more like I'm chaperoning those two. The more they drink the hornier they get and those guys they're talking to are losers, both girls have a boyfriend at state college, I don't know what the hell they're thinking."
Linda stayed at our table until she stopped talking abruptly, stood and said, "I gotta go, Cheryl is headed to the back hall with that greasy looking loser, I need to save her from herself."
I stayed another twenty minutes or so listening to the band and talking with Phil. Not wanting to go to bed with nothing but beer on my stomach I stopped at the Northern Lights bar and grill for a cheeseburger, I'd no more than sat down when I felt a tap on my shoulder, looking up it was Linda.
I smiled and gestured toward a chair, "Hey, I thought you were babysitting tonight."
"I got both home with their panties still on, mission accomplished, now I'm hungry as a bear, are you gonna buy me a cheeseburger?"
We each ordered a burger and fries, she had a Pepsi, I had a Dr. Pepper.
"How come you never asked me out in high school?"
"Do you mean other than you being out of my league? Whether you realized it or not you made it very clear that if people weren't in your crowd, they weren't welcome. Knowing you ran with others it made no sense for me to ask."
She winced, "Wow, was I really that much of a bitch? I never saw it."
