There was a steady stream of generous ladies provided by Sally, who was proving to be very adept at handling the various requests.
Sally never asked for money, in the end I offered her a cut, in addition to an occasional romp in the sack. Naughty forties sure applied to Sally!
At work things were progressing nicely, the company expanding its operations further, now moving assembly line ops into two shifts as well. The vast majority of assembly crew were female, ranging in age from 19 to late forties.
It was no big surprise that Christina, a Maori lady in her late thirties who had been working for the company for many years, was assigned to be twilight shift assembly team leader.
With Christina and myself now working the same hours it quickly became apparent how much she knew of the overall operation of the company.
She was also one of the few factory staff who was present at the infamous '50 cent game' almost a year ago now. She never said anything about this for the first few weeks she was in her new role mind you.
Her position as team leader was one she was very good at, taking no nonsense from any of the girls. She kept an upbeat atmosphere amongst the team with her jovial manner.
One night she surprised me a little bit though, when close to midnight she strolled into my office as I was doing some paperwork and asked: "So Mr Nick, how long have you been banging that skinny skank from the front office then?"
"Huh?" I grunted, pretending not to have understood.
"Playing coy...I remember...how you weren't so coy at Go-Jo's farewell that night, whipping it out on the table, smiling proudly as all the girls who weren't too drunk drooled at the mouth," Christina stated matter of factly as she looked right at me, licking her full red lips slowly, waiting for my response.
I merely gave her a puzzled look.
"Oh, by the way, Judy remembers too...and now that we're all on this late shift...mmm..." Christina sighed quietly as she snuck out and left me alone.
Christina was a tall well built woman, light brown skin, shortish red-brown hair, with her most striking features being her piercing grey eyes and full lips. She made a point of this at times by painting her lips blood red, then she could stare at you with her eyes, lick her red lips with her long tongue and as she closed her eyes slowly you could just imagine sliding your cock into her mouth.... Pushing her breasts together as she did this, showing a nice cleavage, enough to make me think naughty thoughts about her anyway!
Judy was older, mid forties, very slender, bottle blonde hair that reached to the middle of her back, small breasts. Judy was also rather tall, 5'11" barefoot, and her normal attire consisted of snug fitting blue jeans and a t-shirt or polo top. What I was drawn to was the sizeable gap at the top of her thighs, especially on days when her jeans were rather snug, the amount of daylight showing thru there suggested she had a wide pelvis with lots of room for a big cock. Judy was normally very quiet, a kind of smouldering woman, who would sometimes stare at you from afar, all innocent and that, but the smile that would come at the end of that stare would make you think....
So with Christina having laid the cards on the table I was pondering what to do next. Kaye suggested I just carry on as normal and see what, if anything, the girls would get up to next.
For several days nothing further was said about Christina's comments, until I was in the hallway to the lunchroom late one night and felt a hand on my butt, giving me a firm squeeze. Not wanting to turn around I walked on and the hand stayed on my arse until I got to the lunchroom. Finding Christina, Judy and also Trish behind me I just pretended nothing happened and made myself a cuppa and sat down to have a look thru the paper.
Trish was the first to leave, then as I washed out my cup I felt someone snug up behind me. A big pair of breasts was pressed into my back and Christina reached around me to wash her cup. In the window reflection I could see Judy standing in the entrance to the lunchroom, on guard duty. So I figured I might as well lean back into Christina. She must have anticipated this move though, as one of her hands moved quickly to grab my crotch, firmly gliding the palm of her hand over my growing member. "Mmmmm, bad boy getting a boner at work," she playfully admonished me as she palmed my shaft before cupping my bum with her other hand. Her two strong hands fondling me was rather exciting, almost 11 o'clock at night and two mature women are teaming up to harass me...oh the torture!
Next thing Judy coughed twice and left the room, at which Christina stepped back and grabbed her wet cup and started drying it with the tea towel she had on her shoulder. Two more of the ladies walked into the lunchroom and made a cuppa, me now standing there with a tea towel drying a cup and then trying to sneak out with a raging hard-on tenting my pants.
A few minutes later as I walked thru the factory I saw Judy smiling at me sneakily, her hand brushing her hair behind her ear as she stuck a finger into her mouth and ever so slowly sucked on it. I just wiggled the tip of my tongue up and down a little in response. She smiled broadly as I did that.
Next I walk towards my office and find Christina waiting at the end of a narrow row of shelving where we keep bulk stock of small components.
"Could you please give me a hand getting down a box of 4mm bolts, and some polystyrene packers, seems your crew missed them off the last pick sheet?" she asked as I neared.
"Sure," I said as I led the way to the location where the bolts were kept. Pushing the rolling ladder to the bay where I needed to climb several rungs I quickly found the bolts she needed. "One box enough?" I asked as I felt Christina's hand between my legs again, my crotch now slightly below her face. With one hand once more palming my shaft slowly up and down, she answers; "Yes, one box is fine for now. And Nick, it'll be summer soon, so why don't you get back to wearing shorts?" Christina said as she withdrew her hand and walked away carrying the box of bolts.
I got a bag of polystyrene packers that Christina had asked for and as I came to the assembly area Christina pointed towards Judy's station. Nodding I walked behind the partition of Judy's station and found Judy hard at work. "Where would you like the packers Judy?" I asked as Judy looked up briefly.
"Oh, can you please put them up on the top shelf Nick?" Judy asked as she spun around on her swivel chair to watch me fling the bag on the top shelf.
"Thanks," Judy said, causing me to look at her once more. Now she's sitting there, licking her lips again, smiling. But when I watch her hands, she's now got a hammer sitting on her thigh, handle sticking straight up and she's wrapped thumb and forefinger around the upturned shaft and is stroking it slowly. Looking straight at me she just sits there licking her lips, stroking the hammer shaft, while less than ten feet away another 6 ladies are working away, unbeknown to them she's teasing me ever so skilfully without even touching me. Twenty seconds later she drops the hammer on her bench and returns to work, leaving me standing there with a growing cock in my pants. Not bad at all!
I may have underestimated the skills of these two ladies, and given both were ranked lower in the structure than me, any attempt on my part to move things forward could be seen as sexual harassment. A careful, wait and see approach might be the best bet. In any case, it wasn't like I wasn't getting enough pussy elsewhere, the playful teasing made it all the more fun. I just hoped it wouldn't take all summer before I could play properly with either Judy or Christina, or both.
The following week I worked in cargo shorts again, much to Christina's delight. Between them, Judy and Christina took every opportunity to arouse me, whether it is by touching me or suggestive gestures in my view. Christina began wearing dustcoats; now that it was summer she'd come in wearing skirts or shorts and wear the dustcoat over the top. At times, with a short sleeved top and shortish skirt it would seem like she was only wearing the dustcoat. I figured this was exactly what she wanted me to think. Just to prove that my naughty thoughts might be right, just before closing one night she waltzed into my office. Clutching the dustcoat together she walked in, and seeing that the coast was clear, let go of the dustcoat and allowed it to fall open. Oh shit, she was stark naked underneath!
"Been a hot night huh?" Christina sniggered as she leaned back against the doorframe, dustcoat now exposing her ample breasts and glistening pussy. Watching me take in the delicious view in front of me, she put one foot on the edge of my desk, ran a hand thru the short curls on her juicy snatch and dipped one finger into her cleft. My nostrils took in the aroma of a woman in lust, not that my eyes couldn't see of course, and sitting there dumb founded I just watch as she offers me the finger she's dipped in her honey pot. Licking the finger clean, she returns it to her pussy, rubs her clit with and dips it into her juicy slot once more. Several times she offers me her juice coated finger, before she puts her foot down and says; "That's enough for today big boy, see you tomorrow."
Up until this point, me licking her fingers dipped in her fanny, all the touching and gesturing had been suggestive. I mean my cock had been rubbed thru my pants; Christina had her hand up my shorts several times a week groping my dick thru my underwear. I figured that since she's offered me her pussy juice I might as well give her a surprise too.
Next day I wore no underwear at work, and I have to say it was quite exciting to have my heavy dick swinging free. The cargo shorts I wore were both looser and shorter than my normal ones so Christina just smiled and licked her red lips as she spotted the change.
