*Author's Note – this is a true tale. While I have taken some very slight liberties with it, the events are real and accurately represented (particularly the abilities of the female character).
As well, I used to write here as nguyenvanphuoc but was unable to reactivate my login. Chapter 6 of "The List" is in development.*
I was working at a manufacturing company in the Quality Control department. Janet was hired about 2 months after I started there, and I could immediately tell she was interested in me.
She was a pretty girl, but her body type was not my favorite, with small breasts and an oversized ass. Her hair was chestnut brown and shoulder length. Her personality was okay but a little rough, as she came from a small town and it showed. She was nice, and fine to work with, but I found myself turning down her invitations to go for drinks or a movie.
She was persistent, though, I'll give her that. We would find ourselves working together often, many times in the warehouse or another secluded part of the building. I found myself rethinking my previous position, wondering if she was any good in bed. I still didn't pursue it, but I was softening.
One day we were tasked with locating a product in the warehouse. We were hidden behind stacks of pallets, and any sounds were completely muffled by the wood, paper and metal surrounding us. As we searched, she was working on me again. Finally she said what would be the one thing that would work.
"You're scared of me," she said, a smile on her face.
"Pardon me?" I replied, turning around.
"You are," she said. "You're scared of me. That's why you won't go out with me."
I chuckled. "That's not why," I said.
"Yes it is," she said. "You're scared to do anything with me.
I looked at her. She was wearing a white lab coat (as was I), and she looked good. She was smiling and there was a devilish glint in her eye. I felt myself start to harden.
I stepped towards her and said, "You really think I'm afraid of you?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, standing her ground.
"Want me to prove I'm not?" I asked, taking another step. I was now standing about a foot from her.
"Sure," she said, her smile widening. I don't know what she thought I'd do. I'm guessing she thought I'd kiss her. Instead I reached out and opened her lab coat. She didn't move, but her eyes widened.
For her body type, she had a flat stomach, something I noticed now. My hands went to her jeans, and I unsnapped the button. She gasped quietly. I slowly pulled the zipper down, exposing her pink panties. I stepped beside her and slid my hand inside her underwear. Her breath was come in ragged gasps now.
My fingers slid down, over a small patch of soft hair, and onto her pussy. My middle finger stretched down to rub her lips. She was dry, as I expected, but as I pushed a little, my finger was suddenly enveloped in her wetness. I couldn't believe how wet she was.
I pulled my finger back up, spreading her moisture on her lips, finally reaching her clit. I started as I normally would with any girl, gently rubbing her clit. My previous experience was that it would take anywhere from 3 or 4 minutes to as long as 20 minutes for a girl to get off this way. You can imagine my surprise when after about 45 seconds, she started shaking uncontrollably. I kept working her clit until she stopped.
"Did you cum?" I whispered in her ear.
"Yeah," she answered breathlessly.
"That was fast," I said.
"I know," she gasped. "It's never been that fast before." Her hands were on my arm, and they were still twitching.
"How did it feel?" I asked.
"Amazing," she answered. My finger was still on her clit, and her whole body jerked when I started rubbing again.
"Can you cum again?" I asked, rubbing harder.
"I..." she started, then she came again. I was rock hard now. I had never been with somebody that could cum so quickly and repeatedly. I wanted to keep doing this to her for hours.
After her second orgasm, I slid my finger back down to her opening and pushed it back in. She was sopping wet now, and after a couple strokes in and out, I went back to her clit.
I rubbed very slowly, seeing if I could stretch it out a little. Nope. Within 30 seconds she was off again, her legs buckling slightly. I felt like my cock was going to explode out of my pants. This time I didn't stop rubbing, and she grabbed my hand.
"Stop," she said. I took that to mean that she had had enough, so I pulled my hand out of her pants.
"Holy crap," she said. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were wild. Her jeans were still open, the top of her pink lace panties still visible. I couldn't stand it anymore.
"My turn," I said, unbuckling my belt. I undid my jeans, lowered my boxers and pulled out my rock hard cock. She looked at it, and though I think she was a little unsure, she stepped over and wrapped her fingers around me.
She started stroking me, and she was pretty much perfect at it. Her pressure and speed had me on the verge in no time. I felt my whole body tense, and then I came.
My cum shot probably 3 or 4 feet on the floor. I heard her gasp at the first shot, but she didn't let up. She kept stroking as I kept shooting. I was amazed at how much I came, and also how far it went. I've always been a shooter, but this was a record.
