Fellow Worker
Chapter One
My name is Jim and I was a supervisor at a warehouse in a small town. I had a crew of fifteen men that I oversaw, but we had four ladies that worked in our office, to deal with setting up orders and shipments,
But there was one who sat at her desk, with a sliding window, that the trucks would come too, sign in, and get their bills paid. When you slid the window open, you would be looking down at her. Her name was Elaine and she was not a skinny woman, for sure, but not too overweight... but she had something special going for her, at least for me.
She was blonde and had long hair, but also very big breasts, and everytime I had to go there to get something, I would find myself focusing on them, I did like them.
Most the other girls wore skirts and dresses, but sometimes jeans or slacks. However, Elaine always wore jeans or pants. We've worked with each other for quite a few years, so we were friends and talked at times, but that was about it. I knew she had been married, but got a divorce due to her husband slapping her around. She ended up moving in with another man to get out of her bad marriage. I never met this guy, but I did know he was way older than her.
She never really talked about him, but had lived with him for a few years. When she got off work, she would head right home. I heard that he was getting a bit sick and not getting along well, which caused her to always seem to be a bit depressed and not very happy.
Then a big company bought us out and shut the warehouse down, so we all headed off to do other things. My wife had passed away and I was a widower for quite a few years, even before the company closed.
One day Elaine called me and told me he had passed away and his family was throwing her out of his house. She had to move and had found a small place that was all furnished, but she just needed to move her personal stuff, and wanted to know if she could rent my truck to do it. I told her to come get it and there would be no charge, for old time's sake.
So, she came to get it, but I forgot to ask her, and she admitted she couldn't drive a stick. I had some free time, so I told her to get in and off we went to get her stuff. It was a hot day out and this was the first time I'd seen her legs. She had on a pair of shorts and a blouse. Her boobs were still as big as ever, and I had to keep peeking at them as I drove.
We got there and started to load up my truck, but it was still very hot out, so she stole a couple of his beers that were left, for us to cool off some. By the time the truck was loaded, and we were ready to go, we had drunk a few of them. I think she wasn't used to it, due to her getting more talkative. As we headed to her new place she talked about her ex and then about her old roommate, telling me she thought he was gay.
"Damn, Lady, that hurts your sex life the most!"
She just looked at me, "What sex life?"
"You were with him for years and no sex?"
"You got it. With being old, and thinking maybe gay, there was none."
Now I'm looking at her boobs and thinking, 'How can he live with her and not play with them?'
When we got there and moved her stuff in, it was still hot out, but we did stop, and got some more beer to stay cool. To my surprise, she did undo a couple buttons on her top, because it was so hot out, so now I'm getting to see some good cleavage, and liking what I saw.
She kept talking about her crappy life over the years, so, when we were almost done, I saw here standing at the window looking out. I felt a bit sorry for her, so I walked up behind her, and put my arms around her, giving her a hug. "Damn it, Lady, I felt you have had some rough years, and need a good hug."
To my surprise, she leaned back into me, letting me hold her, "Maybe I do need one, especially since I haven't had one for years." So, I held her a bit tighter and she pressed back into me more. I did notice she was breathing a bit heavy, as I held her, and her hair was pulled back some, so that I was looking at her bare neck. I leaned in and kissed her neck, causing her to gasp some as I did, but she didn't say anything. She seemed to breathing a bit heavier now, so I kissed her again and maybe with a bit of a nibble. She leaned into me more, "Damn, it's been a while since a man nibbled on my neck."
"I don't know why not, it's very tasty."
"Glad you like it and I'm not complaining," so I started to kiss a bit stronger, nibbled a bit harder, and I knew she was liking it. As I was doing this, my hands were rubbing on her side and onto her stomach. She seemed to not mind and I felt she was liking this being done to her, because no one had shown her any attention for years. She was still wrapped up in my arms, but the only thing on my mind was those boobs of hers.
I kept working her neck as I worked my hands up and cupped them over her boobs. When I did this, she let out a small gasp, but didn't say a word about it, so I went for it, and I started to play with them, as I worked on her neck. Then I felt her hand go over mine, so I thought she was going to pull them off her boobs, but she kept her hand on mine and helped me play with her boobs. 'Damn, she's letting me play with them and even helping me,' I thought.
As I played with them, I would catch a button, and undue her top some. She didn't stop me and was still helping me. 'Damn, so I kept getting braver and undoing more buttons. It wasn't long before her top was open and I was playing with her boobs. 'Damn, I need to get rid of this bra.'
Then she turned around, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips, so, I kissed her back, and then I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth. I let her slide it in and we were French kissing very heavy, with our tongues fighting each other. I had my hand wrapped around her as we were kissing, and then she stopped kissing and leaned back, "Damn, it's been a long time since I got kissed like that."
"You do seem to know how to kiss, Lady," I said to her, but I was looking at her bra covered boobs as she was talking to me
