The summer after he graduated was a pivotal time in the life of Leroy Ponds.
It started with his getting his first real job as a yard hand and occasional equipment operator at a chemical fertilizer and insecticide plant. The hard work was made even more challenging by the relentless West Texas sun. Even though the pay was good for those days, few men lasted beyond the first week. The day shift usually started with the arrival of several bobtail trucks loaded with 90-pound bags of benzene hex chloride (BHC). Usually the BHC came in 100-bag pallets that Leroy or one other hands unloaded with a fork lift. Invariably, one or more of the pallets would lose its structure so that two or three hundred loose bags of BHC had to be unloaded by hand. This task was the worst part of the job, so naturally the older hands assigned it to Leroy whenever they could. 90 pounds is not an unreasonable weight for a grown man, A bag of cement weighs 90 pounds. So does sand and a number of other dry materials. Leroy was accustomed to curling 100-pound dumbbells, so he could make short order of the stray bags, picking one up in each hand. The foreman was impressed with Leroy's attitude and generally cheerful spirit. By the end of summer the demand for their product reached its peak and the plant went into operation around the clock. Leroy was promoted to shift foreman and given a substantial raise. He continued to perform the tough manual tasks and since he had nothing else to do, Leroy often took An extra shift here and there so one of the other guys could get a few day's rest.
In late October the company decided to consolidate its West Texas operations with a similar plant they were opening near Tulsa, Oklahoma and offered to move Leroy to the new plant as assistant plant manager.
By this time Leroy had accumulated several thousand dollars. He weighed 240 pounds and stood 3 inches above six feet in his bare feet. His blond hair was sun bleached to a soft platinum by being outside without a hat. He still fit comfortably in his 32" waist jeans, but none of his shirts fit. Even his cotton tee shirts were too tight for comfort.
As the chemical plant was shutting down, Karl, the shift foreman that originally hired Leroy, invited him to dinner at his home in nearby Pecos. It was the first social overture Leroy had experienced since before graduation and he gratefully accepted.
Leroy knocked gently on the blue frame of the screen door of a shotgun house on the edge of town and wondered if he should have brought a gift, maybe some flowers, or some candy?
"Hello," said a soft throaty female voice from inside. But the door remained closed and Leroy remained outside.
"Hi," Leroy said, "Is Karl here?"
. "Karl Who?"
"Karl Townsend. He invited me to come to dinner."
"Well, I'm sorry, mister. There is no Karl Townsend at this address."
"Is this 1408 Prickly Pear Lane? And is today Thursday?"
"That's right on both counts but no one named Townsend lives here." The woman moved closer to the screen and the sun came back from behind a cloud so that Leroy saw her for the first time. Leroy was so impressed by her beauty that he stood dumbfounded outside her door. Finally, he reached in his back pocket for the piece of paper he had the address on. And there it was in Karl's own handwriting. No question. 1408 Prickly Pear Lane.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle," Leroy said, "why would Karl give me the wrong address?" He felt totally stupid and ridiculous. The woman looked at him innocently, shifted her weight from right to left and the sun caught her full on. She wore a spaghetti strap sun dress with a scoop neck that perfectly show cased a delicious looking bosom. The material was of a black and white checkered pattern, almost translucent in the bright sunlight. Leroy struggled for something to say so he could continue to stand on her porch and enjoy the magnificent creature. He imagined her beautiful breasts and wondered how it would feel to hold each one in his hands, Her nipples must be like little pencil erasures. He suddenly realized he was staring and felt himself blush. His cock twitched and he realized he had a painful hardon.
Thankfully, my crotch is in the shadow and she can't see my erection.
"Did your friend give you a phone number? You could come in and give him a call?"
"No. He just said to come to dinner at six on Thursday. I assumed he meant with his family."
"Family?"
"I assumed he meant with his family but really I don't know if he has a family."
"You don't know if he has a family?"
"Not really. I just met him at the beginning of June when I hired on out at do-doville."
"You don't know much. Do you?" She had a light tone of voice that gave Leroy the impression that she was teasing him
"No, I guess not."
"Why don't you come in and look in my phone book and call him to give you the right address."
"That would be great. Thank you."
She unlatched the screen door and held it open for him with her left hand, squeezing back to let Leroy to come in. The sight of her when he finally was able to see all of her was almost overwhelming. She was petite, maybe five foot three, with an almost waspish wasit and a lithe flat belly beneath creamy white orbs that met in a delectable cleavage. Red locks fell straight almost to her shoulders and were the perfect backdrop for emerald eyes. She had a smattering of perfectly placed freckles and cherry red lips like maraschinos on top of an ice cream dish. Leroy's cock twitched to remind him that he was acting weird and might actually cause her to freak out.
She certainly would if she knew how much I would love to have those titties in my mouth.
"Give me a minute, let me get the phonebook," she said and disappeared into one of the rooms off the main corridor, leaving Leroy to study the neat little house. It was a familiar architecture. Atypical shotgun house has a central hall connecting the foyer/living room on one end and a kitchen/dining area at the other, Most shotgun houses, including this one, were positioned so the central hall ran east to west to take advantage of the prevailing summer breeze the and to provide minimal windows and doors exposed to the bitter north winds in winter.
Leroy was about to go look at an old photograph on the far wall, when the swish of crisp skirt material caught his attention. "Let's take this to the table so you can look up your friend." She said, and led the way. Leroy followed imagining her perfect heart shaped ass, He was so deep in fantasy that when the woman stopped, Leroy bumped into her almost knocking her down.
"Oh my God,. I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking."
""That's hard to believe. You have been constantly looking at me since you arrived."
"I know and I'm sure it's made you uncomfortable. It's just that you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on and that includes the movies and Playboy magazine."
"Thank you, but you and I both know that can't be true. A big hunk like you probably has beautiful girls and women hanging off of you just waiting to do your bidding. What use could you have for a 30-year-old wash out like me?"
"First, those girls exist only in my fantasy. But even if they did exist I'd give them all up for one night with you."
"Let's look at the book, shall we?"
She sat on one side of the small chrome and Formica table. Leroy couldn't believe that she was leaning over the table. He could see all the way down her blouse to where the lacy bra ended at her smooth flat belly. Each of her perfectly shaped orbs rested on some sort of platform and Leroy could almost but quite see the nipple in each perfect aereola. He looked away a second before she would have caught him. His cock was rock hard and bent painfully in his jeans.
Serves you right for taking advantage of this beautiful, innocent lady with nothing but friendship and generosity in her heart.
It took less than five minutes to find the three Townsends in the Pecos phone book and determine that one of them was Karl and that he lived at 1408 Prickly Pear Lane.
"Well, shit, Sorry I meant shucks. I wonder what that means? Is this book up to date? Maybe Karl used to live here and the phone company hasn't picked up his new address. But Karl just gave me the address on Tuesday. What the fuck? I'm sorry that just slipped out."
"That's okay. I've heard lots worse." She looked up and nearly caught him looking down her dress. She looked embarrassed as if his being a letch was somehow her fault. She made no reply to Leroy's speculation that Karl actually had lived there in the recent past.
Leroy stood, determined to behave more like a gentleman and less like the predator he knew he was capable of being, and made it a point to focus on a point just above her forehead and away from that delicious looking cleavage.
Then the most remarkable thing happened and it rocked Leroy to his foundations. The woman grabbed Leroy's left hand and squeezed it between both of hers. She stood slowly and looked into his face. Her eyes took an extra sparkle as if she was going to cry.Oh GOD. I'm sorry. Please don't cry."I I I have have to tell you so so something," she stuttered and squeezed his hand harder. "come sit with me," she said, and pulled him toward the living room. she sat on the couch and pulled Leroy to sit beside her. She put both hands in front of her face and cried uncontrollably.
"Look, I'm sorry. I never meant to make you cry. It's just you are so incredibly beautiful. I couldn't help myself."
"You don't even know me."
"See there how crude and stupid I am. I didn't even introduce myself. My name is Leroy. Leroy Ponds. I work at South West Chemical. That's how I know Karl." Leroy wanted to tell her everything about himself. How he dreamed of finding a girl to share things with and how in real life, he got tongue-tied when he saw someone he wanted to meet. But his throat was getting tight and he could not get the next words to form in his mouth. So he sat there, holding her hands, listening to her sobs and saying nothing. After a few minutes her sobbing stopped and Leroy could hear her breathing deeply.
Then, just when Leroy thought she had fallen asleep, the woman leaned toward him and whispered, "Nelle."
"Nelle?"
