Serena was in the factory and she was lost. Brad had responded to her email almost immediately when she asked if they could talk. He told her to meet him in the back office by the timeclock. Now she stood beside the clock and was looking at three plain looking doors with no sign to say what they were.
She saw some of the factory workers going through one of them a couple of times and assumed that door would be the men's room. The other two were virtually identical and she had no idea which one might be the back office, or even if either one of them was.
She frowned and began to get nervous. Her job did not call for her to go into the factory at any time and she was now worried someone would question her being here. She bit her lip in indecision and then decided to just go back to her own desk. She could talk to Brad later.
Of course, she wasn't looking for Brad to talk, although she would likely not admit that, even to herself. Her meeting with him in the hallway outside the ladies room the other day had opened her eyes to something she had not experienced in a long time. In fact, she had never experienced a rush of pleasure like the one he had given her before that day.
Her sexual experiences were limited to two former boyfriends in China and a husband who had brought her to Canada shortly after their wedding.
The first boyfriend had taken her virginity in a sloppy and unsatisfying tryst in the apartment he shared with two of his school mates. His roommates were in the next room watching sports of some kind and she tried not to make any noise as he clumsily pushed himself into her a few times before spraying his seed all over the inside of her thighs and on her sweater. He rolled off of her the minute he was done, straightened his clothes and joined his roommates to watch the rest of the game. She was left to clean up the mess as best she could. She went into the washroom and wiped at the stains on her sweater until it looked passable. She put her clothes in the laundry that same night to avoid her parents finding out what she had been up to.
The second boyfriend had been much better at being attentive to her needs. He was gentle and only did what she was comfortable doing. When he made love to her she realized that this could be a good thing; a really good thing if he could last long enough to give her some pleasure too. When he was finished he would lie with her and hold her, sometimes moving his fingers around her labia until she faked an orgasm. She realized he would not stop until he was sure she had gotten something out of it, so she began making little sounds like she thought he wanted to hear and then hugged him closely so he thought she came.
For all he had tried, she had never had an orgasm with him, though she realized he needed to think she did to make the experience complete.
Her husband was nowhere near as gentle as her second boyfriend, nor as callous as her first. Their first time had been in an expensive hotel he rented for the night. She didn't realize until the next day that he had made the reservations for the hotel room the same time he made reservations for dinner.
Although she was a little put off by the presumption, she had found his confidence very alluring.
More to the point, the first time they made love, he had pounded into her for almost twenty minutes before cumming. She had cum twice just from his sheer forcefulness and staying power.
She agreed to marry him a week later.
Ten years later she divorced him. She finally discovered the source of his staying power; he was screwing at least three women besides her at any given time. These women never lasted much longer than a few months at a time. It seemed that was the way he liked it. He got to sample several different women over the years, all while she cleaned house, cooked meals and spread her legs at his beck and call.
Brad had been the first man who ever gave her pleasure for its own sake. He didn't even ask her to do for him, which was what she completely expected. He had simply given her an orgasm such as she had never experienced before and said he would wanted to do it again.
She had been dreaming for that moment to come and now she couldn't even find him to make it happen.
She sighed in frustration and made her way back to the office and her own desk.
"Serena!"
She turned back to see Brad standing in one of the doorways she had been staring at. Immediately she began to feel anxious. "Was this a good idea?" she asked herself. "Maybe I should just go back to my desk," she thought.
Brad smiled and walked over to her. She saw him puffing on his vaper and realized with surprise that she really wanted to smell that smoke again. She didn't know why, she just knew she would feel much better if she could only catch a whiff of that sweet aroma one more time.
Almost mechanically she began walking toward him. She watched as he exhaled and subconsciously quickened her pace a little bit so she could smell the smoke before it dissipated.
As soon as she entered the thinning cloud, any doubts that remained in her head vanished. She smiled broadly and inhaled it feeling a blissful warmth overtaking her.
"Come in to the office," he said, "it's private in here."
He led the way and she followed him into the dimmed room. She looked around her. She could see clearly. There was enough sunlight filtering through the drawn blinds on the window to lend a soft illumination. She realized then that the darkness in the room added to the excitement she was feeling.
An overwhelming sense of pleasure washed over her and she understood then that a cloud of vapor had enveloped her. It came from behind her and then she felt his body pressed up against her back. She closed her eyes and sighed.
She pushed back against him and felt his semi-erect cock lodged against her bum. She ground herself into it and moaned softly.
She didn't speak; she couldn't! English was beyond her capabilities at this minute and anything she might have been able to say would have been in Mandarin and she knew he wouldn't understand. Instead she simply reveled in the feel of his body pressed against hers, his hands softly roaming over the front of her sweater and his breath playing over her neck and cheek.
He moaned against her neck and she shivered. Goose pimples rose on every part of her body. Her nipples, hard and sensitive from his touch before, now grew to their full size and rubbed against the fabric of her sweater.
She felt one of his hands push gently under the waistband of her stretch slacks and she gasped.
With her eyes closed shut she felt his finger trace across her clitoris and gasped again. Then the finger slipped between her labia, testing the feel of her wetness. It slipped inside and ran from bottom to top, from top to bottom and side to side. She moaned and when he ran his other hand under her sweater and pinched her nipple she cried out softly as a small orgasm shook her body.
Her legs began to get wobbly and she turned to face him, to fall into his arms. She knew if he wasn't holding her she would fall to the floor.
