So this was about thirty-five years ago. I was getting ready to go to college in the fall and through a friend of a friend of a friend found a rather good summer warehouse job. The man who usually worked it wanted to head home to Greece for the summer and they needed someone to pack up orders. It was hot and some of the work was heavy, but the hours were good: in at 6:30 out at 3:30, Monday to Friday. It also paid well. There as an air-conditioned office up front with five women who were order takers and another women who managed the office. All super nice and all in their thirties and early forties. Being an in shape young guy I, of course, was a focal point for them and coffee breaks were now taken by the loading dock where they could watch me lift, stretch, and move around. Yet at the same time they were like a second mother to me, checking in on where I would be living next year, what classes I would take and reminding me of different things to buy for school.
For the most part they worked from 8:00 to 4:30, so when I got in at 6:30 my first order of business was an inventory run for the main office. At 6:35 the dot matrix printer would spring to life spitting out a 40-item list and I would be off and running. Similarly up front, Barb had a similar issue. She came in at 7:30 until 4:00 and would pick up her list of office supplies and inventory items for the office. I noticed she seemed to be coming in earlier than needed and would come back and talk to me if she finished early. We had a lot of great light discussions and some what I thought of as playful harmless flirting. Barb's encounters with me were getting were getting less flirty to downright obvious as the summer moved on. The morning "how's it going?" turned into "How's every little thing...or big thing?" The temp of the warehouse had gone from "Its hot out here." to "Damn we may have to shed some clothes soon. You start."
One morning as I was doing inventory, she came in a lower cut than usual shirt and said, "Good morning...see anything you like.?" I looked up to see her as she was walking, bent down to pull her shirt open, displaying some bigger than I realized breasts in a black bra. I guess I sort of blushed, and she straightened up and continued walking as if nothing had happened. I recovered and worked through the morning.
The office I worked in was about a three-minute work to the river. A nice, secluded spot where the town had put up picnic tables and places to enjoy the water behind a grove of trees. It was kept nice and neat and was heavily used on weekends, but no one visited it during the week. So, I would often take my lunch down there and enjoy the river and even do some reading. I was enjoying cooling off when I heard the trees rustle and there was Barb. "So, this is where you go everyday?"
"Yeah, its cool, and no one ever comes down here so it's quiet."
"Yes" she said approaching the picnic table. "Hey, you never answered my question" and bowed low again, though it was obvious the bra was missing as I think I saw a glimpse of nipple "Do you like what you see?"
"I was able to find a voice, albeit a quiet voice "Yeah, yes, um, yes."
She smiled obviously making me uncomfortable. "You are so cute when you are embarrassed. Well then I like what I see too, problem is I am not seeing much but you know what they say, tit for tat."
"What?"
"Tit for tat. I think you may have just seen my tits so I should see your..." She looked down at my shorts which were bulging out a bit.
"Um I don't think I saw your tits plural" I said, trying to sound cool and kind of kidding.
"Well then, you didn't look quick enough did you. I mean c'mon, I've been growing these things for 35 years now, and they are pretty damn good if I do say so myself." She pulled her shirt out and looked down admiringly "'but not everyone gets to see them, and certainly it is not a free show."
I was starting to understand where this was going on but couldn't quite believe it. "What? Are you saying what I think you are saying?" I asked.
She smiled and sighed "C'mon hon, let me see it, there's no one here. It could be very worth your while."
I was, truth be told, kind of immobilized. Barb was a nice-looking woman but shit like this doesn't happen to me. "Uhhhh I'm not sure..." I trailed off.
She walked over to me "Well I am" and grabbed the front of shorts and pulled down enough for my hard cock to spring forth. "Hmmm your balls are still in there" she said quickly reached down pulling my shorts down even more, putting my full package firmly on display.
"I quickly pulled them up "Jesus Barb, what the hell, anyone could come down here."
"She stepped back and smirked "Yet, you're still hard as a rock, and that's from seeing what, one bare tit?" She smiled. "Well lunch is over, hope that doesn't get in your way working this afternoon" as she stared at my still bulging shorts. She then turned around, a little extra wiggle to her shapely ass and dress shorts she was wearing.
The rest of the afternoon was busy enough so I couldn't fixate on it, and then Carol, the office manager came by, a rather large shipment needed to go out and a private firm would be picking up at 5:00 or so, could I stay and pack the order and make sure it got loaded out. Time and a half, why not? I busied myself packing and by 5:30 the service hadn't gotten there yet. I called Carol and she begged me to stay and ten minutes later the truck rolled up. I loaded up and packed up out back and went out front to enable the alarm with the code I was given. To my surprise there was Barb. "Hey, I heard you might still be here. Got a minute to talk."
"Sure" I said "outside though, I want to make sure this works." I busied myself typing in the alarm code and stepping outside.
With all lights off and alarm on she cut right to the point. "Listen Honey, I know you like what I have here" She gestured to her body, "and I have to say I really like what I saw today. So, I have a preposition for you."
"Um okay" I said shocked by her boldness. But I wanted to hear more. "I'm listening."
She took a step closer to me "You see I have a sort of fetish you might say. I really enjoy having a naked man around."
"Okay, I like having a naked woman around, how is that a fetish?"
She smiled "I like to remain clothed the majority of the time and have the men do my bidding." "She must have seen the skeptical fear in my eyes. "Oh" she laughed low "nothing horrible, a little of this, a little that, anything that is too out there we just don't do. You stay naked and hard and at the end other clothes, like mine, might be shed, but either way I will make it worth your while?"
"Worth my while?"
"Let me be quite blunt, I swallow, and sometimes more, and I am exceptional at it, so be a good naked man and I assure you, your balls will be drained. Also, if you are very very good, I am shaved baby." In late 80's shaved pussies were not the norm, in fact except for one or two pornos I had never seen a shaved pussy at all in real life.
My head was swimming, I was both terrified and aroused all at the same time. She looked down and saw my cock so hard it seemed to be straining the tangs on the zipper. "Tomorrow baby? Around 9:00 AM? Here is my address." She gave me a brief kiss on the cheek and got in her car and drove off. Tomorrow is Saturday. Even though I lived at home with my parents over the summer I was out and about quite a lot, leaving for the day would not be a big deal. I really needed to sleep on this though. I had had sex before, but never had a woman been so forward and never had they asked me to naked for the duration while they stayed clothed.
Surprisingly I slept and the next morning made up some story about hanging out somewhere. Her house as it turned out was only about 15 minutes away on cul-de-sac with a very secluded front and back yard and only a few other larger houses very well-spaced out. As I pulled in, I saw a hand extend out the door and tag a note to the door. I figured it was now or never. I walked up and read the note:
"Darling. So glad you decided to join me. This is a very secluded house as you can see, and I have no desire for anyone just passing by to see MY plaything. You will notice down to your left a small metal box, it is open. Please place your clothes in there and shut the box. That will lock them up tight, but don't worry, you can get them back anytime you want. Once you are naked and HARD please knock and I will let you in. Love Barbara"
I looked down to the left and indeed there was a metal box with another note that read "please take this inside when I let you in." Sighing I looked at the box and the door and remembered Barb's tits swinging in her shirt and that was all it took for me to take a deep breath and strip down. I placed everything in the box which closed and locked with an oddly satisfying click. I picked up the box and realized was my cock was super hard. I gulped and knocked, a few seconds later (though it felt like minutes being exposed outside) she opened the door. She looked at me and smiled and reached down to grab my cock tugging gently "Please come in" and she led me by my cock into her house. "Any trouble finding the place" she asked as if small talk with a naked man the most usual thing in the world was.
"No, your directions were perfect."
"Good, good, could you turn slowly for me?"
