Just after I completed my graduation and returned back home, I was given the charge of managing the production line of our industry running on 24 hour round the clock basis.
My duty will start from 8 in the night and end at 8 in the morning. However, being an engineer and the son of the owners, I had the privilege of choosing when to be at work.
We had our factory office on the ground floor of the building which also served as a store for important machinery parts, and residential quarters upstairs. The third floor served as a flat concreted roof and enclosed water tank covered so as to keep the water cool from the sheer heat of the sun.
The residential quarter itself was split into two flats and one common lounge and one common dining and kitchen.
I personally appointed our factory supervisor and most of the workforce. Our office staff was transferred from our main office in the city.
The secretary, a stunning beauty and a virgin had dual role serving as the receptionist and office secretary and she herself was given another young woman as an assistant.
The secretary was required to commute between the factory and our city office and had to take a bus which ran in-frequently or get a taxi which was even worst to get. There was no such thing as "phone a cab" then.
So I had instructed her to take driving lessons and acquire a license so that she could use the business car for her work. I paid for her lesson. Unfortunately the lessons were not happening as planned.
I had a crush on her and was looking for ways to seduce her. My supervisor, on the other hand, had a crush on our secretary's assistant and wasted no opportunity to come into the office and chat her up.
We had a big empty plot of land bought with a view for future expansion. I decided to teach our secretary the driving lessons and told her so. She was prepared to be taught.
The first lesson was her sitting in the passenger seat and me driving the car in order to show her the drill. I then swapped places and told her to get started. The very first thing she did was to stall the engine. And she was getting no better with her nerves.
So she agreed that I will sit with her in the driver seat and control the footwork part while she steered and handled the gears.
That went perfect as she sat between my spread legs and steered the car perfectly but occasionally getting the gears wrong. However, the close contact of our bodies generated its own heat with me practically breathing down her neck and a throbbing hard cock underneath my briefs.
Unknown to me, the secretary too had ideas. The next day we did the routine again and I allowed her to take control of the footwork but me ready to intervene if she did do anything wrong.
It was evening with everyone gone home except our security guys at the factory gate and a handful of other staff mingling inside the factory building.
I wore my lungi (a far eastern wrap around garment for bottom part of the body) and a loose shirt as usual but did not have any underwear.
The girl started OK with her footwork and steering. Suddenly she took her foot off the clutch and stalled the engine which forced my body into hers and my arms, lying on the sides, went flying on her stomach. Oh, God, her stomach was smooth and soft but firm and that made by blood rush headlong into my cock.
She acted as if nothing had happened and simply started the engine and slowly began to drive. Then suddenly a crow flew straight past the windscreen and that made her to brake hard. Once again I went straight under her bum and she recoiled back even further up into me. This time my hands were on her boobs and squeezing them before I even realised what was happening.
She turned her face at me and said oh boss your belt is hurting me. I said I did not have a belt on. She shoved her hand straight on my cock and over my lungi and grabbed it saying what this is then. I am sure I must have gone red then. The blood ran into my face because she not only grabbed my cock but kept a hold on to it saying this belt is hurting me.
The car had stalled of course. My hands were still clamped on her breasts and she was sitting on my lap and clutching my cock with one hand. What a situation. I said no no that is not a belt let it go. But she would not and literally turned around staring at my face and asking "well what is it then"?