The community college I attended had found me a placement with Hamilton Sod working in the office answering the telephone and scheduling deliveries. Hamilton Sod is a sod farm supplying ready-to-lay premium sod and topsoil to housing developers in our area.
I worked in the small office with Kevin the farm manager and though the day the drivers would come in t get their delivery orders. There were usually half-a-dozen drivers, they kept changing as they found better jobs, and of course a lot of them tried it on with me.
I am a not bad looking Portuguese girl, long dark hair with a pretty face. I am pleasingly plump and my 38D breasts are a real guy-magnet. I had only been married for less than a year so I guess you could say I was a newlywed.
To be honest I did tend to dress provocatively, miniskirts and tight sweaters that accented my enormous boobs. I didn't want to be a cockteaser but just to display my femininity. Of course most of the guys interpreted it as an indication that I wanted to get laid!
Actually my husband Sebastian was giving me all the cock I could ever want. Sebastian was not the loving type but he sure enjoyed his nightly fucks. My husband would ride me with his nine-inch cock every night in hopes of knocking me up. Like a good wife I would accept his sperm and occasionally manage to have an orgasm before he finished.
"This order has to go out today Gussie," Kevin said.
My name is Augusta but people called me "Gussie".
It was a rush order for one of our biggest customers.
"O.K. I'll get Steve on it right away." I told my boss.
Steve Gowers was one of our newest drivers. A late thirties big burly guy he had just started with us a week before. Steve was waiting for his truck to come out of the garage and would be ready to roll soon.
"Steve Gowers to the office." I announced over the P.A.
A few minutes later Steve entered the office.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Kevin's got an order that has to go." I told him, "Here's the ticket."
Steve took the order and smiled.
"No problem." He said, "But I would like you to do something for me."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Have a drink with me after work?"
I had not socialized with any of the guys up until now. But no one had asked me to. There was no need for me to rush home as Sebastian was on the afternoon shift and wouldn't be home until after eleven.
"We'll see?" I smiled.
I had forgotten about Steve's invite until saw his empty truck roll into the yard just before five. A few minutes later he came in the office.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
Caught unaware couldn't think of what to say.
"Just let me shut the computer down." I answered.
Steve's Pontiac was about ten years old and the muffler made a lot of noise as we headed to the closest watering hole.
The Green Pepper was a country and western bar frequented by "wannabee cowboy" truck driver types. There were about six or eight guys at the bar when we entered.
I fond us a table while Steve went to the bar to get our drinks. As my eyes got use to the dim lighting I looked around. All eyes were on me.
I suspected I was the best piece of crumpet that had entered the bar in a while. Short skirt and a lot of bare leg and hooters that could knock your eye out! Devilishly I re-crossed my legs offering them a generous view of my inner thighs.
Steve arrived with our beers.
"Those guys think you're hot!" Steve proudly said.
"I am!" I smiled.