Far Bac Corner

Simon says: This is a one-off story. No subsequent chapters. I suppose if these characters were of interest it could lead to different stories in the same universe but that is not my intent.

I opted to label this Mature as it involves an older woman and two younger guys. Just a heads up if this isn't your thing.

As always, I like the slow-burn. This has sex in it and maybe more a bit quicker than my other stories, but there is still some character development. Happy reading. :)

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Almost eleven and the place was completely empty. It's what I signed up for at an attractive seven dollars and fifty cents more an hour. But hey, it's only two months. Eight weeks. Forty days. Piece of cake. Maybe.

I felt the full body sigh as I began unlocking the main floor door. The temps should be arriving soon and I needed to make sure at least the lights were on and all was generally ready for them. I had never met them but Mark assured me that they would be fine. And if there was an issue with one of them I had the discretion to recommend his or her removal and replacement.

I was fine. Just forty days.

I grabbed the tablets and the security cards from the desk in the side office and headed towards the entry door of the main floor to await my 'crew.'

I made my way through the large shelving, around the outside corner and spotted a lone figure standing at the entry point. He wasn't tall or short, just an average sized guy with brown hair that almost curled on the top. He couldn't have been more than 19 or 20 years old. Cute kid.

He looked a little uncomfortable as he stood, apparently not knowing what to do. I walked over to him, a little out of sympathy but also because I wanted to get things rolling.

"Hi, I am Karen. And you are?"

He looked up and awkwardly held out his hand, "Hi. Ethan. Uh nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Welcome. As soon as Temp #2 arrives we will get started, ok?"

"Ok. Thanks."

"Oh," I pointed behind him, "there is a break room of sorts behind you, soda and snack machine and whatnot. Bathroom is next door to it."

"Ok. Thanks ... um Karen."

He smiled at me. He kinda was adorable in his awkwardness. With me nearing 40, I was likely the same age as his mom, which also made me a little sad with these sorts of reminders about me getting older. Regardless, maybe some motherly instincts kicked in because I already found him to be rather endearing.

I didn't have kids. Didn't find the right guy and all, but I occasionally dated. It just never resulted in actual children. I am kinda glad I didn't go that route but having a regular guy would be nice. At the very least, more regular sex (or at least some intimacy) with someone I cared about would be good.

"Hello everyone. I am Thomas."

I turn to see the second temp walking up towards us. If Ethan looked like awkwardness personified, this guy exuded lots of confidence, probably about the same age as Ethan, maybe 21. Dark skin, a great smile, a confident walk, nice eyes, he walked up and enthusiastically shook both mine and Ethan's hands.

Honestly if I was 20 years younger, he would totally be my type. He actually disarmed me briefly. Usually guys his age were not this socially adept.

"Hi Thomas. I am Karen. This is Ethan."

"Great to meet you both! So we are the team, huh?" He looked around.

"Seems so. I was just telling Ethan - break room and bathroom are over there. We will get started in a few. Ok?"

"Sure!" Thomas smiled, "and thanks for the tour." He laughed.

I could see Ethan shrinking in the spotlight that was Thomas. But both guys seemed great to me. So far this wouldn't be too bad I suppose. Just eight weeks.

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We got into a pretty good pattern those first few days. I spent the first day walking through a section with both of them in tow. I needed to show how to record the data in the system using the tablet and how to check the work and correct mistakes. Ethan seemed to be an especially fast learner. I got the impression that he probably excelled in school.

Thomas proved a bit slower to pick things up but he was just so pleasant and fun to be around that I really couldn't get angry at him. Plus his natural charm and good looks only helped.

On day two we stayed in the same area and worked very near each other. We stopped and compared notes a few times throughout the day.

By day three we had moved to three different rows in the warehouse and were each working on our own areas.

I let Ethan take the far row and put Thomas closer to me. Really I did it because I figured he would have more questions but I also didn't mind occasionally seeing him through the shelving as we moved down the row.

Tonight, we had moved to the far back section of the warehouse. We had a goal of three shelving units each before night's end, which honestly didn't seem like much but it really was. The work was very time consuming and slow going.

We began, and five minutes in Thomas had a quick question. I found myself spacing out, looking at his hands a bit. And his lips. He had these full lips that I thought probably tasted pretty good. He had been pretty much wearing tee-shirts these last few days, which allowed for a slight showing of muscles and definition. And I really loved his eyes. Deep brown, engaging, kind, interesting.

I imagined his hands gripping my waist, those eyes hungrily looking at me, my fingers running up his bare chest, feeling the definition, his sexy abs . . .

"Karen? Everything ok?"

"Oh sorry Thomas. What was the last bit of your question?"

And then he asked. The thing was - Thomas likely had beautiful firm younger women chasing him, so an older woman like myself was not really in his line of sight. That said, my little fantasy gave me a bit of a jolt and so I would need to revisit that at home. I honestly needed a good sex life, even if it only involved me and my fingers.

And my fantasy of Thomas that morning really did give me some great satisfaction.

When I got home, I made a bee-line to the bathroom, deciding on doing what I normally did when I felt an urgent need to masturbate - a sexy feeling bath was in order. I kept picturing him in various states of undress as I removed everything, even lighting a candle and playing some soft music.

I slipped into the hot foamy bath, closed my eyes and immediately saw a hard-bodied Thomas in front of me, caressing me, kissing my neck, behind my ear. Our bodies slipping and sliding against one another among the soapiness. His fingertips brushing across my nipples, teasing me, making me squirm, down my stomach, circling my navel, exploring my body. My fingers sliding down his muscled back. His firm ass. He looked like he wanted to devour me and so his lips pressed hard against mine.

I felt his hardness against my thigh. Large. Thick. Heavy. I wanted him inside of me, so I pulled his body forward. His soapy dick entered me, his fingers beginning to pinch my nipples. I could feel him tightly inside me, he was so turned on he would not last long. Neither would I. Gorgeous Thomas sliding his beautiful member deep into me, spreading my lips, feeling his balls pressed against me.

I couldn't hold out. I exploded, feeling such beautiful waves crash throughout my body. I actually cried out (which didn't happen very much now-a-days). My eyes shot open to just me, in my tub, covered with suds, one hand on my breast and the other between my thighs. I held my fingers there a little longer, feeling the throbbing in between my lower lips.

That was both a very good fantasy and a very good orgasm.

It had been too long since I had been with a guy, but this worked for me now. Maybe a little sad, but a lot less complicated for sure.

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The routine had been set. We worked three parallel rows each night, ending up close to about the same general place (with Thomas a little behind Ethan and me). We chatted briefly before the night began, briefly on occasional breaks and at the end of the night. Then I would go home each morning and fantasize about Thomas taking me in the warehouse, or in the break room, or in the bathroom, or he would slip into my car before leaving. And each of these imaginative fantasies involving Thomas ended in a lovely explosive orgasm.

I even broke from my routine of bath time, to strip off jeans and panties and finger myself in my living room. And even once, because he hugged me good night and I could feel his muscles and his strong embrace, in my car in the parking lot when both of them left, getting myself off with my hand shoved down my unbuttoned jeans and panties. It felt . . . urgent. I had never done that before.

I didn't usually do this kind of fantasizing-about-a-co-worker thing, but I think that is mostly because most of my co-workers were beer bellied 40 somethings (all nice mind you, but not sexy). Thomas was very sexy, and not those guys.

Frankly my solo sex life had never been better. And I started to believe the guys who tried to convince me in college that having orgasms daily was a great health benefit. I felt so good every evening as I headed into work.

"Break time guys. Will be back in a bit." I turned and headed towards the bathroom.

"Sounds great." Thomas called after me.

By the time I finished in the restroom, I saw Thomas with his feet propped up on the table in the breakroom. His idea of a break was to really just do nothing.

I slipped in and sat across from him, "I am not bothering you if I sit in here, am I?"

His eyes opened and he smiled his winning perfect smile, "not at all. Glad to have you here."

I found myself wanting to stare at him so I tried to make small talk, "so you are in school?"

"Yes ma'am. I am studying business."

"Please don't call me ma'am. Makes me feel old."

He laughed, "oh you are definitively not old. Ok, so no calling you ma'am. I can do that, Karen."

I would be using those words to start off a masturbation time in several hours. I loved hearing him say my name. And I even more so loved that he scoffed at me being old. Good boy.

"Well I am definitely older than you. And probably getting close to your mom's age."

"Oh I doubt that! You look way too young." He paused, "so how long have you been working here?"

"Way too long."

"Do you always do the night inventory stuff?"

"Well I have in the past, but I am usually a day shift girl."

"Well I am glad it is you and not some older dude without a sense of humor. You are so much better." He smiled at me. My tummy fluttered. This boy knew how to make a girl feel good.

"Thanks. Glad to have you on my team too, Thomas."

Before I got into trouble, I decided to change the topic.

"So where's Ethan?" I started looking around.

Thomas shrugged as he smiled at me, "No idea. Last few nights he has been disappearing. He is a bit of an introvert so he probably loves this big empty warehouse." Thomas was right about Ethan, but it is a little odd that even an introvert wouldn't actually go to the breakroom for a break. I mean it is not like when he is working he is around anyone else. This job was very much a solo type of experience with mild and brief social interludes.

"I am going to check something. See you back out there in about ten minutes."

"Ok, Karen. Looking forward to it." I shook my head to myself. That boy.

After checking the restroom, I decided to walk Ethan's aisle. With not a lot of time left before the break was over and to clear my head from my lust fever over Thomas I decided to walk all the way back to see if I could find Ethan. I wanted to check with him anyway. I felt guilty about mostly fawning over Thomas.

Wait, could Thomas tell? That would be terrible if he thought the older lady was lusting after him and he felt uncomfortable. I got the feeling that Thomas was always trying to be the nice guy. I would feel awful if he just put up a kind front while dreading being around me.

I hadn't really been checking on Ethan too much because I didn't have to, so I glanced at the shelving as I walked by. He had done a nice job of putting everything back neatly as he worked. He was a hard worker and a good kid.

I had reached the last shelving unit, having seen him nowhere and ready to give up, when I heard a little rustling behind it. I saw that there was a little space at the end of the line between the last shelf and the back wall of the warehouse. I had never noticed it before. There were no doors over here and the only reason someone might notice it is if they came all the way to the end of the row.

It was just big enough for a person to step through so of course curiosity drew me into the opening.

It wasn't a big shelf, maybe four feet deep, and I could see an alcove behind it, complete with a small lamp on a table and what appeared from my angle to be a couch or a wide chair. I quietly moved a little closer without revealing myself, staying just behind the edge of the shelf where the alcove really opened up.

On the couch, Ethan sat holding a magazine. But he wasn't just reading. His jeans and underwear were around his ankles and he was rather vigorously masturbating.

Now, I am all about a healthy masturbation life - recently I have been living proof of that. And normally I would have just turned around and been done with it as I am not usually the voyeur type. I mean if a guy wants to masturbate on his break, who am I to criticize?

Yes, I would normally leave and give the high libido young man his privacy (all 19 year-old guys masturbate and they tend to do it a lot and good for them!). But what kept me standing there totally mesmerized was the fact that what Ethan was actually masturbating was the largest erect dick I had ever seen. I mean it was long and thick and veiny and beautiful and I really just could not tear my eyes away from it.

Even more than enjoying gazing at beautiful Thomas, I found myself lost watching this. I hadn't been with that many guys before, but the maybe half a dozen guys I had been with were nowhere near like this. This wasn't an illusion of lighting or angle or shadows or anything else. This was just a large really lovely dick.

The magazine looked like it could have been an old playboy. Apparently other warehouse guys had developed a little grimy man cave back here and Ethan had stumbled across it and their stash of old porno mags. And honestly, I had absolutely no interest in finding out how the warehouse guys coordinated who could use the self-pleasuring alcove when and even worse who was going to clean it. It had to be absolutely gross. But I didn't care about that.

Now I was watching this guy pump. His eyes closed and he seemed to get lost in his fantasy, whatever it was. Oooo . . . maybe he was fantasizing about a certain older woman. I hadn't really been attracted to Ethan per se, well not before now anyway, but now I REALLY wanted him to be thinking about me. And I especially wanted to see him finish - the ecstasy on his face, the breathing, the actual cumming itself - would be really hot. I was kinda seeing Ethan in a whole new light.

Moments later, all of it was confirmed. He had a tissue nearby so I didn't get to see that portion as he placed a tissue over the head of his dick, rather large balls contracting at each pump, but I did get to see his face, which was super-hot.

And then his phone alarm went off. He didn't look my direction at all. He quickly grabbed his boxers and pulled them up over his still pretty hard cock and then did the same with his jeans. I quickly scooted out of the walkway next to the shelf and power-walked up the aisle until I could cross over to the next aisle.

Five minutes later I saw Ethan working on his aisle as if nothing happened. But it did. And all I could do was picture that monster in my mind. And what I wanted to do to myself as soon as I could. Even more than super-hot Thomas, Ethan had caused my panties to soak. So much so that I actually took them off during my next bathroom break and went commando, which also felt a bit forbidden, slutty and rather sexy.

When I finally made it to my car after work I just sat in the car for a moment. I wanted to get home to finger myself to orgasmic bliss, maybe even a few times, but a thought had entered my mind.

I hadn't ever had something that big inside of me, but I really wanted to. Chances were I would never get a chance. I mean could you imagine the conversation starting with shy Ethan? "Hey Ethan, so I happen to know you have a huge penis and was wondering if you would like to shove it deep inside of me over and over and over again so I could have an earth-shattering orgasm?" The boy would pass out. Plus, not to mention that I could be his mom, so he probably was not even remotely attracted to me.

But, there were alternatives. I happened to know where a certain store on the outskirts of town was. And having driven past it before, I knew one or two cars were there pretty early, so it might already have been opened. I could pick up a 'sensual aid' there that could help me get there. Sort of.

So that is how I found myself in front of Vicki's Shop of Sensuality. It carried risqué lingerie, adult videos (weirdly still in circulation even in the age of internet porn) and sexual aids.

I walked past the lingerie up front. I love sexy lingerie, but only if someone else is going to see it, otherwise I just felt a little sad. Hopefully one day. I saw the lady who must have been Vicki behind the counter.

She smiled at me (likely not used to having too many early morning customers), "Hi! Is there anything I can help you with sweetie?"

I stopped. I hadn't thought of how to ask for help.

"Um . . . yes. I need a . . uh sensual aid?"

"Oh! Ok! Something in particular? Like BDSM wear or gear? Maybe some leather? Edible massage oil? Naughty board games? Dildos or vibrators?" I waved my hand at the last choice.

"That one!" I managed.

"Ok sweetie. So a particular type?"

"Like this big?" I held my hands to approximate what I saw Ethan working with.

She grinned. "Oh my! Ambitious! I love it! You go girl! Ok, let me show you some models that fit your size requirement!" I blushed as she led me towards the back.

There were lots of choices. I had no idea. But I looked at several and ended up buying the one that actually was shaped like a dick (with balls, head and all) and even was a bit flesh colored, fair skinned like Ethan. I am sure there are better ones out there, but I kinda wanted realism. Well as much realism as a rubber dildo could afford.

She explained the process of keeping it clean and gave me some rather uncomfortable-to-hear tips.

As I got ready to walk back to the register, I saw another realistic one, but smaller (more normal sized anyway) and a light chocolate color. I grinned to myself.

I walked into my apartment with my two new purchases. I was very excited and feeling rather amorous, so I immediately unpackaged both, thoroughly washed them and then let them dry on the towel as I quickly stripped down.

No sexy bath needed tonight, just one or two realistic looking dildos, with the actual number required yet to be determined!

I thought I may want to start with the smaller, to warm myself up. The bigger one looked like it might really hurt if I wasn't assisted with a rather healthy amount of lubrication.

"Good morning Thomas!" I said to my new little chocolate colored friend. "Oh, you dirty boy. You want to do what with me? Oh my, well don't let me stand in the way of your desires!"

I giggled to myself as I set 'Ethan' on the coffee table, laid back on the couch and closed my eyes, running 'Thomas' up and down my body. I loved the feeling of the rubber against my skin, not as nice as real fingers but still kinda pleasant. I pictured Thomas in my mind, his lovely dick attached to his lovely body against me. He would be kissing behind my ear, his strong fingers gripping my waist, holding my ass, getting me ready for him.