Another Annoying Story

In an earlier story, I mentioned a gay drinking buddy that I had called Penny and I feel!ike briefly expanding on that.

As I stated, I was working night shifts in a factory at the time and it was a time when production was temporarily reduced so the only departments working nights were those supplying parts for the day shift, ie paint shop, press shop, machine shop and wiring section and each of these was working on reduced manpower. All temporary workers had been temporarily laid off and most other production staff had returned to days (yes, British industry was that badly run at the time and, for all I know, still is).

Anyway, being a long time night worker, I remained on nights, transferred to the wiring section and I wasn't at all happy about it.

I was happy to still be on nights with its fifty percent higher wage but I was not thrilled at being in the wiring section for several reasons. One was that it was tedious, fiddly work, another was that we all sat at individual work stations so that there wasn't the banter that I was used to as most communication had to be with raised voices and overheard by everyone else and, finally, the section was 'manned' mainly by women, well over twenty women to myself and two other men.

Don't get me wrong, I like women and I get on with most women (I was brought up with three sisters and no brothers so getting on with women was natural and essential) but being outnumbered by women for ten hours at a stretch can feel intimidating especially when most of them are at least ten years older than you. Try it if you don't believe me and if you think that men can't be sexually harassed, take my word for it, they can. I did get on with the majority of the women and I enjoyed the casual teasing and flirting but, just like men, some women can by seriously creepy and go way too far and make you feel really uncomfortable. And the two other guys weren't any help at all because they were both simpering losers who couldn't get laid in a brothel and came across as more feminine than the women that they fawned over.

Ok, that's background.

Amongst the women, was one called Penny, she was about my age, gay and loud and, for some reason, she called any woman that she was interested in 'Shell' (I've no idea if that's a general gay thing or just her personal quirk and I'm not sure why I mention it but I do tend to ramble). She was about five feet four, slim and I don't think that she was technically an albino but, other than Edgar Winter, she was the closest that I'd ever seen. Her skin was almost translucently pale and her lips were almost the same colour as her skin, her short hair was pure white and, unless you got close up to her, it looked as though she had no eyebrows or eyelashes. Her eyes were a very pale bluey grey but there was no pink so I guess that rules out albino but she definitely stood out in a crowd. That might all sound a little odd but I found her quite attractive but, then again, she did have a pulse.

Description over and on with the tale.

The main building of the factory was, of course, one huge open space and the wiring section was a tiny sort of afterthought at the edge of that space and was only delineated from the open space by having all the tall grey steel lockers placed in an L shape at one end to provide some privacy for getting changed. Most people just removed their coats and replaced them with overalls but, each evening, Penny would go to her locker in the corner and strip down to her knickers and take a long time over putting on her overalls and covering up. It was obvious to me that this was done primarily for the benefit of the other women but my two male colleagues sat there every evening with their tongues hanging out and, if I'm honest, so did I for the first couple of weeks but then it became boring and then tedious and then annoying and I think that most of the women felt the same.

Penny had a slim body with broad hips and a flat belly but her tits were just conical bumps, not much more than fried eggs but with disproportionately large brown nipples. It was almost like looking at a topless boy and maybe that's why I quickly lost interest but I didn't just get disinterested, I got more and more irritated and, rather than a titillation, I began finding it more and more insulting. That might not be the best description of my feelings but it'll have to do.

It got to the point when, one evening, I took a chair and placed it behind her locker and, taking a fire bucket off a hook nearby, I placed it on top of her locker. The bucket was painted red with FIRE stencilled on it in black paint and the water in it was probably years old with an oily scum on top and countless dog ends floating on the surface and god knows how many soggy butts sunk to the bottom and if used on a fire, it would probably accelerate it rather than put it out.

I waited for Penny to approach her locker and disappear from sight below me and I waited until I reckoned that she was stripped down and then I poured the contents of the bucket over the locker. I heard a scream and a gale of female laughter then I replaced the bucket and went off to see the results.

Yes, I know, in hindsight, it was a horrible, mean thing to do and that it was basically criminal assault and that, if she'd reported it, I would have been instantly sacked and probably been facing a day in court but what can I say, I was basically an impulsive, unthinking idiot.

I found Penny surrounded by chuckling women and looking like a drowned rat with her white cotton knickers almost transparent, hanging off her bum and only staying up by being caught on her bush of pubic hair. She was wiping the water from her eyes and, when she saw me, she let out an animal roar and charged at me and, laughing almost hysterically, I turned and ran off down one of long passageways with her running after mr in just her soggy knickers. I reached the press shop and there were lots of obstacles in the way so I had to slow down and, at some point, she must have picked up a backing plate of thin sheet metal about six inches wide by about thirty inches long. I felt an unbelievably sharp pain as it crashed down edge first onto the top of my head and, when I instinctively reached up, I found a lot of blood.

We were both panting from our exertions and, temporarily satisfied with her revenge, Penny turned and headed back to our section with me trailing behind at a safe distance. I didn't go to the medical room because of all the questions that would be asked and, after a while, the bleeding stopped but it stung like hell for the rest of the night and most of the next day making it hard to sleep.

I said that Penny was temporarily satisfied with splitting my head open because, several hours later, I was working away when I smelt burning and felt heat and, jumping off my chair, I found that Penny had screwed up the pages of a newspaper, stuffed them under my chair and set fire to them.

I instantly told myself that this woman was too dangerous to mess with and determined to keep away from her but that was impossible as she seemed to have taken our interaction as some sort of mating game and constantly turned up by my side. She actually turned out to be good company and we started having our breaks together and occasionally meeting up for a drink.

I began helping her and her partner fix up a small semi detached house and I was always paid in beer which was fine by me. There was always a little flirting and even the odd cuddle and, one sunday morning Penny showed me how she liked to put an unbalanced load into her washing machine, set it on spin and press her crotch up against a corner of the cabinet. It seemed a little extreme to me but it seemed to be working for Penny and she was definitely getting close to orgasm when her partner walked in and demanded "What the hell's going on here?" It seemed pretty obvious to me but I suppose some things need to be said.

Penny's partner was short and squat with a dark crew cut and she was wearing a football strip with enormous shin pads poking out of her socks. She played sunday league football and, once again, she'd been sent off for dirty play (I think that she just really enjoyed kicking other women). She definitely took up an aggressive stance as she glared at me but there was no way that I was going to get into a brawl with a woman no matter how butch she was so I left.

That was one of many reasons why I started getting disenamoured with Penny and, after over a year of knowing her, I realised that it was time to call it a day. She obviously noticed me trying to avoid her and I suppose that it was an attempt to win back my attention when, just before christmas, she approached me in work and said "Don't you think it's about time we fucked?" and it was one of those life changing moments.

Of course I wanted to fuck her and she decided that the best time would be New Year's Eve. Apparently, because she, her partner and a group of friends would be in town at the same time as me, my wife and a group of our friends. It seemed a crazy idea to me but, being weak willed, I agreed.

So, at ten o'clock on New Year's Eve we both sneaked away from our respective parties and met up near the promenade

Penny was waiting on a corner and, as I approached, I couldn't help thinking that she looked like a Hollywood hooker. She was wearing a completely sheer white blouse over a tiny, lacy white bra which, quite frankly, with her tiny tits, she didn't really need. She was wearing a short, red leather miniskirt, short enough to show an inch of white thigh and a white suspender clasp above her white fishnet stockings and, to finish off her outfit, she had on a pair of red leather ankle boots with a three inch stiletto. Het lips were scarlet and her eyeshadow was purple and, on my advice, she'd slightly coloured her eyebrows. It was a startling look in comparison to her usual tight jeans, trainers and baggy tops but she looked incredibly fuckable.

She complained about me being late and hurried me across to one of the shelters on the promenade and, stretching out on her back on the bench overlooking the sea, she reached down and pulled her red knickers to one side and said "Quick, we haven't got much time" but I was in no great hurry as I gazed down at her completely smooth mound with its tight, neat slit and its little clit just peeping out but Penny was impatient and snapped "Quick, hurry up" so I obediently lay down on top of her, holding my rigid prick in my right hand and pressed its head up against her slit.

I pushed forward but, even with her legs spread, she was closed for business and her lips wouldn't part. After several unsuccessful jabs, I reached down with my left hand and, using my first and second fingers, I parted her outer lips and tried again but, once again the door was locked and, when it knocked, my prick literally bounced off. I wet the fingers of my left hand with saliva and smeared it over her inner lips, prizing them apart and finally managing to squeeze my bell end inside.

She was incredibly tight and dry and my foreskin was dragged painfully back and forth as I made slow progress with short, stabbing thrusts as she hissed at me through clenched teeth with each new inch of progress but I was determined that I was going to fuck her come hell or high water. Finally, I was fully home in the tightest, hottest hole I'd ever been in and I began easing back and forth a half inch or so at a time.

Penny was puffing as if she was running a race but, suddenly, her cunt started to juice up and I was able to move with a bit more freedom. I slid back and forth faster, drawing almost all the way out, pausing and slamming hard back in and driving gasps from deep inside her. She got wetter and wetter and her cunt started making delicious squelching noises and I was really starting to enjoy myself when she gasped "Hurry up, I've got to get back".

It was hardly the most romantic thing to say and it got my hackles up so I hammered into her as hard and fast as I could and each thrust drove a really strange animalistic grunt from deep inside her as if she was fighting against me.

She was throwing her head from side to side and lunging up to meet my thrusts and I had to grip onto her hands above her head to stop her clawing my back and throwing me off her as she continued grunting, snapping and snarling like a wild animal. I've absolutely no idea if she was cumming or fighting me but it was working wonders for me as she bounced and squirmed beneath me and, with a roar of satisfaction, I froze deep inside her and pumped what felt like gallons of spunk deep inside her and she slumped back on the bench as floppy as a rag doll and gasping for air.

I lay on top of her completely drained by how much effort it had taken just to hold her in place but I didn't get much time to recover as she shoved me away and I almost tumbled to the ground.

She rose to her feet, readjusting her knickers and complaining about my spunk pouring out of her and trickling down her thighs. She demanded tissues and, of course, I didn't have any and I said that she should have had some in her silly little red shoulder bag. That didn't go down very well and we parted in unexpected animosity, heading off in different directions to our respective parties.

I'm convinced that fuck was supposed to cement our relationship but it actually ended it because I realised that she was just too much hard work and that was possibly the least satisfying fuck of my life.