Have I ever told you about Mrs. Meyer? She's the woman I sit next to on the production line. She's older than me, about the same age as Aunt Rose: a real Dolly-character .. huge breasts, thin waist, blonde hair and a terrible dirty laugh. She takes the piss out of me rotten, and is always touching me up, stroking my cock under the bench, rubbing her breasts across my head as she leans over me.
I find her a real turn-on, but I have to be really careful. The other women have got eyes like hawks. One day I stood up from behind the production line and they saw my erection. They all pointed and laughed at me and ribbed me about it for a week. That didn't stop Mrs. Meyer, though. I just have to be more careful.
Yesterday, that was Wednesday. That was the day I got home and found Aunt Rose masturbating. I'd not been able to stop thinking about it, and carried a raging hard-on all day. Luckily no one but Mrs. Meyer spotted it.
The funny thing was, Mrs. Meyer remained distant all morning. Quiet. Almost ignoring me, which is very unlike her. Mind you, the heat in the factory was unbearable, even with the air-conditioning flat out. This had to be the hottest summer ever.
At lunchtime, Mrs. Meyer stood up and went over to join the other women. I finished packing my last box and slipped into the toilets. I was desperate for a wank. Thinking about what happened with me and Aunt Rose yesterday was making me really horny.
But once inside the men's toilets, I got a real surprise. Mrs. Meyer was in there too.
But my erection didn't subside.
She was leaning against the cubicle door, looking at me in a strange way.
"Mrs. Meyer .... " I stuttered, "what are you ....?" My eyes flicked towards the door, thinking that someone might come in, but then I remembered. There's only a couple of us guys at the factory anyway, and those other two were off today. I was the only guy there apart from Mr. Snafe ... and, well, you can't really include him.
My voice trailed off. As I looked at her, I realised that she was slowly unbuttoning her work-coat.
"This heat makes me horny.." she said. "Make you horny too, doesn't it?"
She looked down at the way my cock was trying to burst out of my shorts.
"So you don't mind if I cool off a little?"
She continued to unbutton her work coat, then she flicked it back and put her hands on her hips.
"So whaddya think?" she said, with a smile on her lips. She was beautiful, her large breasts barely covered by a black lacy bra, and her bush sneaking out either side of her thong.
"You're ... lovely... " I gulped. I felt blood rush into my head, and somehow I couldn't breathe. Suddenly it felt hotter than it had before.
"Come over here." she ordered. I walked towards her, and she reached for my hands and put them on her breasts.
"You like breasts don't you, Billy? I've seen you looking down the women's overalls. How d'ya like mine?"
"They're gorgeous," I mumbled. She pulled me closer until my face was a few inches from them. Then she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra. As it fell away, her breasts tumbled into my face. Just like the dream I've had so many times.
"Go on, suck'em," she said. I felt her hands groping amongst my shorts.
"Come on Billy, yes!! That's right, suck them, lick them, mmmmmmmmm that's nice...."
And as she moaned and sighed at my feverish sucking, I felt her slip my shorts down and pull out my cock. During work she was always playing with me, but somehow this was better. This was real, and I knew she was getting a real hit off touching my fat, pulsating cock.
So while she pulled and twisted and played with me, I sucked on her nipples and licked all over those wonderful hanging breasts.
Then I moved my free hand down and slipped underneath the elastic of her thong. My whole hand crept underneath, and my fingers found her hot wet slit.
