Serena washed her hands and then went to the blow dryer on the wall by the door. She swiftly rubbed her hands together under the rush of warm air and then opened the door leading to the hallway outside the ladies room.
She saw Brad as he made his way from the office toward the factory; the door through which he came was still slowly closing and she saw he had just exhaled a thick cloud of smoke while he walked. She frowned and thought to herself that he shouldn't be smoking in the office. It was probably against the rules but she didn't want to cause trouble by saying anything about it. She couldn't understand why Anna had been so keen to have her smell that smoke the other day. That was just weird!
He turned toward her and nodded with a brief smile.
"Hi," he said.
Immediately uncomfortable, she pasted her patented fake smile on to her face and put her head down and began walking toward the door to the office.
He always made her feel uneasy somehow. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but wrote it off to the usual thing; whenever any guy looked her way they seemed to be trying to look right through her clothes. Her ultra-conservative upbringing in China made her wary of men in general and white men in particular, and she couldn't help but feel unnerved every time Brad looked at her.
Just as these thoughts were running through her head, she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around and saw him still heading toward the factory and he didn't seem to be paying any attention to her at all and yet, somehow, she felt as though he had called out to her.
She must have made a sound, though she couldn't remember saying anything, because he stopped and turned toward her questioningly.
"Yes?" he said.
Unable to think very clearly for some reason, she took a hesitant step toward him. He cocked his head to one side as though waiting for her to speak. He waited and she wondered to herself why she had stopped him.
"Did you want something Serena?" he said.
She suddenly felt very shy.
"I'm sorry," she said with an awkward smile.
"That's okay," he said.
After a brief pause that seemed to her to go on forever, he said, "Do you think you could show me what color your bra is?"
Without a second's hesitation she lifted the front of her sweater. It was white with a blue swirly pattern sewn into it and it was one of her favorites.
"This one very good!" she said happily in her heavily accented English. "Very comfortable and I feel good!"
"It's nice," he said as he casually studied it. "What do you look like when you don't wear a bra under your shirt?"
She blushed a little and said. "Not big," she said. "Nothing to hide!" she finished with a laugh.
"I don't believe that!" he responded. "Why don't you show me?"
She reached behind her and released the bra catch then raised her sweater to her chin and pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She pulled her bra off completely and then pushed her arms through the sleeves once more and let the sweater fall back into place.
Brad watched as she revealed her tiny breasts. They were pretty much the way he expected them to look; well-shaped but small with little button-type nipples that always appeared to be hard.
"See?" she said with a laugh as she pulled her sweater back down. "The same!"
Brad smiled and then reached forward to cup her breast. She gasped and giggled but didn't pull away. He palmed it with his hand and squeezed it gently.
"You should dress like that more often," he said. "You look very pretty!"
She smiled and blushed as she once more looked down at the floor.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
She folded her bra into her hand and then turned and walked back to her desk. She tucked her bra into her purse and smiled to herself as she felt the fabric of her sweater brushing against her bare nipples. It felt good.
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Waiting for the elevator at home, Brad turned and saw the blonde girl he had come to know so well coming around the corner at the end of the hall. Right behind her was probably the biggest man he had seen in quite some time. He stood at least two or three inches taller than him and had shoulders and arms like a gorilla. The man was a behemoth!
Brad turned back toward the elevator and tried to look nonchalant. As they approached he turned and nodded. The girl, standing slightly behind her boyfriend gave him a quick but unsubtle shake of the head that spoke volumes.
He turned back toward the elevator and did his best to look... well... nothing!
When the doors opened the big man waved him forward. He nodded an acknowledgment and held the "Door Open" button as they followed him on. He pushed his own floor button and the man pushed the button for the floor immediately below.
"Did you hear anything about the laundry machines being broken the other day?" the man said suddenly.
Brad looked toward him curiously and shook his head before thinking his answer through.
"Really?" the man said. "She told me the machines weren't working right the other day," he went on, indicating the blonde girl with a flick of his thumb.
She had a slightly panicked expression on her face and gave him a pleading look with her eyes, all while her boyfriend had his eyes on Brad.
"Well," he said slowly, "I haven't tried to use the machines here. I take my laundry to a service up the street."
"Huh," was the man's reply.
"It could be that they're not working right," Brad offered hopefully.
"Yeah, I guess," the man said grumpily, "but everyone else I talked to didn't have any trouble."
"Maybe just one of the machines was down," Brad said.
"It wasn't actually down," the girl said. "It was just working really slowly. It took forever to get the clothes dry!"
The big man turned toward her with a frown and nodded slowly.
"I think those machines are propane powered," Brad said. "Maybe the pilot light was out."
The man put his hand to his chin and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I think you're right about that! They are propane powered!"
The girl beside him sighed and gave a brief look skyward just as the doors opened on their floor.
"Later," the man said.
The girl nodded casually and they filed out together.
After the doors closed Brad sighed heavily and tried not to visualize that big man angry.
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An email notification popped up on Brad's computer. He opened it and saw it was from Anna.
Hi, have you got time for me?
A
He replied with an emphatic yes and tried to look relaxed as he rose from his desk and left through the side door to take the outside route to the factory. While he tried to look relaxed, inside his stomach was fluttering and his heartbeat was racing.
Even with all the new women he was seeing lately, his crush on Anna had not dissipated in the least; if anything, it had gotten even more intense since he saw her naked. In her forties or not, her body was incredible!
He opened the abandoned office door with his key fob. Once inside he unlocked the door but left the light off.
Within minutes Anna silently opened the door and walked in. The light that filtered through the blinded window was more than enough, the dim light making their tryst that much more enthralling.
Upon seeing him she smiled a broad smile and stepped toward him coquettishly. He took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She returned his kiss enthusiastically and then pushed back and held him at arm's length.
"Smoke first," she said saucily, "then sex."
He smiled back at her and reached into his pocket for his vaper.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Do you really need this?"
Without speaking she took the vaper from his hands and held the stem to his lips. He inhaled deeply and placed the vaper back in his pocket. He was about to exhale when she pressed her open mouth against his. He exhaled slowly and she drank it in. As she did he could feel her body weight shift until he was practically holding her up as she leaned against him. Her sigh was loud and an immense turn on.
He felt for her bum and lifted her short beige skirt to her waist. As he expected, she was not wearing panties.
She fell into him even more and placed her mouth over his, her tongue snaking between his lips and twirling around his own and washing against his teeth. He responded to her kisses while still fondling her bum and slipping his fingers between her thighs toward her already wet pussy lips.
She wriggled her hips, torn between mashing her pubis against his thigh or pushing back against his probing fingers.
Brad solved her dilemma by gently pushing her against one of the desks and hefting her tiny frame onto the desktop. He pulled one of the chairs toward him and sat in it, then wheeled it between her widespread thighs. All the while taking in the aroma from between her legs, he bent his head forward and began lapping at her thighs and labia.
Her response was immediate and electric. She leaned back with a heavy sigh, her left hand behind her for support and her right hand clutching his hair. Her thighs gripped the sides of his head and she put her legs over his shoulders to grip his back. Brad was in heaven.
He lapped at her contentedly, enjoying her flavor and her movements as the pleasure took her. Her hips ground her against his mouth and then pushed her mound up and down as his tongue explored. She never stopped moving and was moaning loudly with each touch she felt. She began a low, whispered chanting, some of it in English, some of it in Mandarin as she soared toward orgasm.
With a sudden jerk, she squealed and Brad felt the pressure from her legs and thighs as she shuddered. She held him tightly, her right hand still clutching his hair as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.
She released his hair and lay back across the desk panting and cooing to herself as she came down from the high she had just experienced.
Brad stood and undid his pants. They fell to the floor and gathered around his ankles. He pushed his hard-on against her pussy lips and slid it easily inside.
She sighed and looked up at him from her prone position with a satisfied smile.
It didn't take him long. A few strokes in and out and then he was squirting his semen into her tunnel. She sighed again and took several deep breaths as the white fluid drooled out of her pussy to pool on the desk between her thighs.
"I gotta go," she said dreamily, nowhere near the usual clipped tones she typically used. "I really gotta go but I'm gonna stay here a few minutes first."
Brad grinned, once again enormously pleased with himself at the amazing orgasm she just had.
"You do that," he said casually as he ran his hands up under her royal blue blouse to cup her tits.
She was not wearing a bra and he revelled in the feel of her full breasts. She sighed again and closed her eyes as he fondled her.
"You don't wear underwear anymore?" he asked.
"Only when I come in to work," she said. "I take them off when I get here and then put them back on when I go home."
