Sales Role -- Groped in the Warehouse
Although it is a huge fantasy of mine, I wasn't prepared for being groped from behind by a stranger.
Well kind of a stranger, he worked at the same company as I did, we had hardly ever spoken as I was in sales and rarely in the office. He looked after the building, electrics, water, grounds, mail etc. He was the facilities guy who worked part time 3 days a week. In his 60's, he was a small unassuming guy who used to give some of the women in the office the creeps.
And here I was, alone in the warehouse searching for some stock samples for a meeting the next day and out of nowhere, both of my breasts were being cupped from behind and there was a hard cock grinding into my ass from behind.
Why wasn't I stopping him?
Why didn't I scream and tell him to get his hands off me before I call the police?
Instead, I stopped what I was doing and looked down at his hands kneading my breasts and allowed him to grind up against me while I stood there in shock.
His hands moved to my ass and squeezed my cheeks hard, his fingers trying to get between my ass cheeks in my tight black skirt.
I looked around and pushed him away so I could get a view of who it was and make a decision over my next move.
John had been with the company for many years and had a reputation as a bit of a pervert.
The young girls talked about him being creepy and staring at them, particularly when they bent over, or trying to get a peep down their tops.
I had by and large ignored the rumours, particularly when rumours had started to circulate about me, and my potential liaisons with the boss.
I heard some gossip and also sniggering when I was in the office.
However it was water off a duck's back to me.
I was in control and enjoying myself and earning good money. I really didn't care what the 9 to 5 element thought. So I acted like it wasn't happening.
John however was also aware of his reputation and tried his best to curry favour with the newbies who hadn't yet worked out what he was all about.
Until they caught him staring at them and then they gave him a wide berth.
So the rumours about me enjoying 'a good fuck in the office after dark' had obviously reached him and here he was chancing his arm in the warehouse.
"John, I suggest you take your hands off me. One word to our Boss and you'll no longer be working here. Is it worth that?" I asked, hoping he would see sense and I could buy some time and get out of the warehouse.
"I would give anything to fuck you Beth, come on, give us a little flash of that ass, you look so good in that skirt." John responded, clearly keen on going through with his intentions.
"I don't know what you've heard about me, but if you think I'm just going to drop my panties for anyone in the warehouse just because we're the last two people in here, then you are mistaken. Let me pass and I'll leave this between us."
John looked deflated and moved out of my way. He went on with the tidying and getting ready to close the warehouse for the evening.
"OK, well et me know when you're going to leave, I'm ready to lock up." He said, defeated and a little embarrassed.
I went back to my office and got my things ready to leave. I stopped and thought about the thrill of his hands grabbing my breasts, and him grinding his cock against me. I was in two minds whether to drop to my knees and turn around, or to do exactly what I did.
I put my coat on and shouted down into the warehouse that I was ready to leave.
As I closed my door and turned off the light, John was standing outside.
He had his cock in his hand and was masturbating.
"Please let me just jerk off while you stand there. You don't have to let me touch you or anything, just let me cum while I'm looking at you. I know I'm an old pervert, but I'd never hurt you. Please I've wanted you for so long."
Again, I stood there motionless for too long while John masturbated and his (very sexy looking) cock got bigger and harder in his hands.
He was thrusting and inching closer to me, and clearly getting more aroused and closer to cumming.
"Ok John, stop and put it away. Walkout to the car park with me, it's dark. I won't tell anyone about this but just stop and make sure I get to my car safely." I demanded.
By taking control John immediately backed down and put his private's back in their home.
"I'm sorry Beth, of course. I'll get you safely to the car park."
He said, flustered and embarrassed, but seeing a chance of redemption after his erection got the better of him.
Once at my car I started the engine and watched John walk over to his van.
I drove past him and rolled down my window. "So what are you doing this evening John?"
I called out.
"Night in tonight, meal for one and football highlights, I'm sorry Beth. I appreciate you not telling anyone. I won't let it happen again."
"Better not you dirty old man!" I called out.
I smiled and pulled away.
Then my car stalled. It wouldn't start. "Jesus Christ you're kidding me." I thought.
John came over and told me to lift the bonnet. He fiddled around and asked me to try a few things but it just wouldn't start.
"You might have a problem with your battery." John said, "I can get hold of one for you early tomorrow but I doubt I'll get one tonight."
"Don't worry, I'll order a taxi. If you can sort it in the morning that would be great." I suggested and John agreed.
I tried three companies before I found one that would collect me and take me home. It was rush hour and I was stuck waiting one hour for the cab. John offered to wait with me and I told him not to worry.
He then suggested, "Listen Beth, why don't you let me take you home. It's the least I can do to make up for my behaviour."
I said no, but then the thought of waiting an hour for the taxi on a trading estate in east London lost its appeal!
"OK John, if I agree to the lift, which is very kind of you, I don't want any more messing around. Are we clear?" I stated with real conviction.
"You have my word m'am." He responded. "It's the least I can do."
So I put my bag, my box of samples and my coat onto the back seat and told John I would be sitting in the back where I could keep an eye on him.
"No problem Beth," he said, just lead the way and I'll get you home safely in no time."
As we drove slowly through the traffic I relaxed in the back and directed John through the traffic to my apartment.
I thought about the evening in the warehouse, him grabbing my breasts and squeezing my ass, then masturbating in front of me with his big hard cock. Veiny and with a large dome, I could not deny he had a lovely cock.
I toyed with teasing him in the back but was worried I would lose the control I currently had.
I decided against it. John was charming all the way home and resisted being lecherous or suggestive, surprising giving his behaviour earlier.
I thanked John then realising I was also ready for an early meal for one I made a suggestion.
"I tell you what John, as we're both eating alone tonight, why don't you drive us to the pub and I'll get us a meal there to thank you for the lift. It's only a couple of miles down the road and I'm paying."
"There's no need for that Beth, I think I've caused you enough trouble today, I'm happy to get off home if you promise today stays between us. And I'll sort your car out first thing in the morning. I can collect you for work in the morning too if you like?"
"I insist." I said. "It's in the past and I'm hungry. Keep going to the next lights, then left and you'll see it about a mile down."
We sat at a table and I ordered a glass of Spanish red. It was surprisingly good.
John took a Coke as he was driving and on best 'fatherly behaviour'.
We finished our dinner then John asked if I was ready to leave.
"One more for the road," I said, "and I insist you have one with me."
I took another glass of Rioja and John agreed to a half a pint of Guinness, so I upgraded him to a pint.
We had quite a laugh as John relaxed, he was a simple guy but cute in his own way, just a bit of a lonely pervert.
A harmless one at that, although his actions earlier today could have been a big problem for him had he been groping someone other than me. He had been lucky as the outcome would have been different in the wrong hands. So to speak!
The wine was going to my head a little and I was starting to feel a little frisky!
We finished our drinks on good terms and John drove me home.
