Foreman Pleasures

I stretched as I heard my alarm go off. Friday at last. One more day of getting up and then I could sleep in as late as I wanted for three days. Monday was a state holiday. Now don't get me wrong, I love my job as the secretary of my Dad's construction firm. I just wish I didn't have to get up and be in there by six o clock every morning.

I slid from beneath my warm down comforter and trudged to the bathroom. After washing my face, brushing my teeth and pulling my flowing blonde hair into a messy bun, I applied a tiny bit of makeup and then went to the closet to pick out my outfit for the day. I didn't have to dress up, like I said, I work for my father. I did usually try to at least wear slacks and a nice top, but today I had to go out to one of the sites, so I opted for a well-worn pair of denim jeans and an E&M Contracting tank top. The jeans were my favorite pair; they'd been worn and washed so often they were almost white and felt almost like cotton when you touched them. There were two big holes in the knees and one was beginning to form on the corner of one of the back pockets. The tank top revealed a good portion of cleavage, and was pretty clingy, but it was going to be a hot day. So I figured skimpy would be alright today.

I walked out into the already stifling humidity and started up my 06 Silverado. The engine rumbled to life and I cranked the AC up before returning to the house for a bottle of water to take with me. I then climbed in the truck and headed towards the site. I called my dad on my way and he instructed me to make sure all of the guys were listening to the new foreman; it was his first day on the job. The new guys name was Travis. I finished talking to him just as I turned into the industrial park where the boys were working.

I saw our crew just off to the left and headed in that direction, parking next to our three trucks. I slid out of my now cool truck and sighed as the heat engulfed me. My jeans were sticking to me from the heat already. I glanced around, waving to the men I saw. I walked up to Skeeter, our on-site mechanic. Skeeter was in his mid-60's and more like a grandfather to me than anything else.

"Hey Skeet, where's the new foreman? I wanted to introduce myself" I said as I walked up.

"Oh, Erin, he's on the other side, seems him and Landry got into it and they went over there for a private chat," Skeeter said. He rolled his eyes. "That Landry, he just needs to be bloody fired," he muttered as he walked away.

I sighed and went around the corner of the building. The first thing I saw was Justin Landry's face, contorted with anger. His muscles tight. I heard him begin to yell next.

"Man, FUCK you dude, you're the new guy around here, and you don't know how shit works!" Landry yelled.

I still couldn't see our new foreman but I heard a low, rumbling voice as I got closer.

"I may not know all of the ropes yet, but I'm pretty sure sleeping in the shade ought to be against the rules." the voice murmured, sounding perfectly calm and in control.

I saw Landry working up to another vicious remark. "Man I already TOLD you..."

I interrupted before he could say more. "Justin? What's going on here?" I asked in my "Drill Sergeant" voice, as my dad calls it.

Landry immediately spun towards me with a deer-in-the-headlights kinda look on his face.

"Uh Erin, hey I didn't see you coming up. Me and the boss man here was just chatting," he stammered.

"Cut the shit Landry, were you sleeping on the job?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am," he muttered sheepishly. "But the baby was up all night and I just..."

"You just thought you could get paid to sleep. Go on home Justin. You're done for the day. Get sleep, come back tomorrow," I ordered.

Landry mumbled something about evil boss ladies and moved off. I chuckled to myself, in no way, shape, or form was I a boss around here but the men took orders from me just because my dad WAS the main man and they knew if they didn't listen I would report back to Daddy.

The new foreman, Travis, smiled at me. "Well, he certainly listened to you better than me," he said chuckling and held up both hands palms towards me. "Don't think I'm incompetent, everyone else has respected me just fine, he said while giving me a devastating grin. My, he was nice looking!!!

My gaze took in his tall and muscular build. His short blonde hair. His amazing green eyes. I was impressed. I noticed Travis' gaze was raking over my body as well and suddenly felt shy for some reason. I cleared my throat.

"Uhm, I was just seeing how you were making out. Ignore Landry, he's a pain in the ass, no one likes him," I said with a smile. "I'm Erin, by the way. Frank's daughter," I said.

Travis shook my hand and quickly let go. "Can't have the boss man thinking I'm hitting on his daughter, no matter much I would love to do just that," he commented before sauntering away. I stood there in half shock. My father's men flirted with me all the time; I was used to it. But this man was incredible, and he had just come on to me!!!

I followed slowly and then stood to the side, watching how he interacted with the employees. He was fair, yet stern in what he wanted done. He made all of the workers feel comfortable around him. I smiled in approval when he glanced my way, which was quite often.

I then started to wander around the site and found myself behind the building once again, alone this time. There was a big backhoe there but no one was around. I leaned my back against the machine and daydreamt a bit. Mostly about Travis.

"Dreaming of me?" came the low, husky voice from beside me. My eyelids flew open and there was my dream right next to me, a breath away.

"I, uh, was getting a little overheated," I mention to mumble, my face blushing furiously.

A simple nod was his answer as he moved closer still, his chest almost touching mine, with me pinned up against the machinery.

"Tell me we shouldn't do this," he whispered.

"To hell with shouldn't," I moaned and brought his lips down to mine. My hands twined behind his neck and brought our bodies together. With a groan of his own I felt Travis' hands wander over my hips and around to cup my ass.

I felt him lift me so I was sitting on the skid of the machine. My legs were parted and he moved between them. He ground himself against my aching womanhood. I moaned loudly, surprised by how wanton I sounded with this man. He turned me on in ways I'd never felt before. My whole body tingled.

I felt his hands sliding up my inner thighs, his touch nearly burning me, even through the denim. My ankles locked around his thighs and drew him in until his raging hard-on was pressed against mine, our clothes separating us from what we both desperately wanted.

I immediately yanked my tank top off, and then unclasped my black lace bra using the front clasp, leaving it dangling around my arms, just so my tits were exposed. Travis' lips latched onto one of my already rock hard nipples and he sucked desperately at it, making me cry out softly.

My hands tugged his sweat dampened t-shirt over his head and I threw it on the ground beside us. I ran my hands over his hard abs and across his broad shoulders, admiring the feel of the muscles beneath that blazingly hot skin. I kissed his neck softly and then down the column of his throat.

I felt his fingers then tugging at the button of my jeans and I slid off of the equipment just long enough to shimmy out of them, and my thong, before Travis lifted me back up onto the skid.

The hot rubber burnt at first but I groaned as I felt Travis' long, work roughened fingers probe my soft wet folds. I made quick work of freeing his straining cock from the denim that inhibited it. My small, soft hand enclosed around his engorged flesh and Travis let out a strangled groan of pleasure. I smiled at him just before he bent in and kissed me hard on the lips. His fingers began a slow rhythm of in and out just as my hand began a slow rhythm of up and down.

I felt his muscles tighten beneath my other palm which was laying on his abs, his stomach constricting in pleasure. I bent forward and sucked his length into my mouth. This position was perfect for giving head I thought as I used my tongue to bathe his hot rod. I felt him stiffen even more. After time of me sucking and licking his cock he pulled back.

"Erin, spread your legs for me," he commanded in a gentle way which made me do as I was told.

He knelt to the ground and I felt his tongue flick across my clit. I stifled a cry of pleasure and gripped the edge of the skid as his tongue delved into my wetness. I could feel him sucking the juices right out of me and shortly after, I felt myself growing towards an orgasm. He stopped before I could reach that orgasm and I pleaded with him to fuck me, right then and there.

He obliged willingly. Stepping up to me he placed the head of his member against my pussy and pressed into me. Achingly slow, he moved within me until all of his inches were buried to the hilt. I could feel his balls pressed against my ass and groaned. Travis established a slow but steady rhythm of pressing that exquisitely impressive rod into me that quickly brought me to the verge of orgasm once again, but once again before I could reach it he pulled out. I whimpered in frustration this time. Travis shook his head and merely lifted me down to my feet.

He then turned me and bent me over so my ass was out in the air, my pussy within easy reach of his cock. I felt the head of it nudge my entrance and I pressed back, impaling myself on him. I then began to move on him quickly, back and forth, my pussy surrounding his length and then releasing it. I felt his hands grip my hips and he began to drive into me, forcefully, but bringing immense pleasure with each stroke. I cried out loudly, not caring who heard as I felt the first ripples of my orgasm pulsing through my system. At the very same time, I felt his cock grow and spurt his hot seed deep into my canal.

I groaned softly as he slowed his pace. He leaned forward and kissed my neck, nipping at my earlobes playfully. I giggled. I couldn't believe it, here I was, in the aftermath of incredible, mind blowing sex, and I was giggling. Normally I was so worn out I didn't want to do anything but Travis just had this refreshing manner about him. I turned and kissed him on the lips before we both quickly dressed again. Just as I slid my tank top back on, a crewmember, Lee, rounded the corner.

"Hey boss, we gotta question over here bout this here beam," he said, oblivious to what we'd just been doing. He then turned and walked away.

Travis cut his eyes to me and grinned leaning in for a final kiss.

"See you at the shop this afternoon?" he asked and I nodded as he strode back to his charges dutifully.