The Workshop [MFFFFFF][unaware][clothed sex]

Tom stood in the entrance of the new workshop, frowning. He didn’t really like it. The old workshop, the one where he had been planning on going to this morning, wasn’t bad. It was a large room in the Architecture building filled with long tables and various tools and equipment for cutting, sawing, and gluing. That workshop was the one where Tom had been going all year to work on his Architecture projects, but unfortunately, it had flooded somehow, and Tom had gone to the doors of that workshop only to find a paper sign posted on them, directing him to this new temporary workshop.

He slowly entered the tiny room, his eyes gazing at the two tables that filled it completely, wondering how many people could fit in it. He realized that he was lucky he had come in the morning, as the workshop would no doubt be filled later, and based on the looks of things, it would be nearly impossible to move if more than ten people were in there. However, it wasn’t so bad now. There was only one other person in the workshop.

Tom recognized her as the Assistant Workshop Manager. Her name was Linda. She helped the main workshop manager out, and helped students when the main manager wasn’t there. But Tom was pretty sure that Linda had no idea what she was doing, and she spent most of her time “managing” the workshop by sitting on her phone. However, she was pretty nice, and he already had a good idea of what he needed to do to finish his project, so he wasn’t.

Linda sat on a stool at the side of the room, scrolling through her phone, one leg crossed over the other. She was wearing a slightly loose light gray t-shirt that failed to hide how large her breasts were. Every time she was in the workshop, Tom had to struggle not to glance at her breasts. She was also wearing a tight pair of dark blue athletic shorts that showed off her stunning legs. He couldn’t help but notice that the way she was sitting on the stool made her legs look even sexier than they already were. A pair of plastic safety goggles covered her round dark brown eyes. Her facial bone structure was a marvel, her skin had a very faint tan, and her lips were beyond enticing. Her dark brown hair was thick and wavy and cut stylishly just past her shoulders.

Tom gave her a nervous smile as he walked into the room, and Linda smiled warmly back. He quickly broke eye contact, stopping at the second table and taking off his backpack. He started packing out his stuff, putting pens and paper onto the table.

“Working on your project?” Linda asked, moving her toes in circles through the air as she scrolled through her phone.

He felt a slight jolt of nervousness as he looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with her.

“Yeah,” he managed, before quickly turning away.

“Cool,” she replied, giving the back of his head a weird look. She looked back down at her phone. “…well, let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks.”

Tom did his best to drive thoughts about how pretty Linda was out of his mind, and started looking through his sketches, finding the model he was planning on building that day. He walked to the side of the room opposite of Linda and got some cardboard, and headed back towards the table. Just before he was about to start marking measurements in the cardboard, he heard footsteps.

He looked up, turning his head towards the entrance of the room. A girl walked in, with a poster tube hanging from her shoulder. She had long flowing orange hair and fair skin. Freckles covered her cute nose, and her green eyes were had a beautiful yet intense look. And her full lips were something else. They were shaped in a way that made Tom’s heart dance with excitement whenever he saw her, and even the tiniest smile from her mouth could light up a room.

She wore a crop top that made her plump breasts look even hotter, which Tom hadn’t thought possible, and a pair of tight black yoga pants which clung to her athletic and appealing form. Running sneakers covered her feet, and a small purse hung from her shoulder along with her poster board. She wore a pair of thin round glasses over her green eyes.

This girl’s name was Sabrina.

The smile that Sabrina gave him as they made eye contact made Tom feel on top of the world. However, he was only able to look into her gorgeous eyes for a split second at a time, so he flashed her a quick smile in return and then hastily turned back to his sketches.

“What’s up peeps!” Sabrina called out as she stepped into the workshop. “Umm… this place is small.”

“Better get used to it,” Linda replied. “I have a feeling things are going to get really friendly in here in a little bit, if you know what I mean…”

Sabrina let out a little chuckle. Tom watched her stealthily as she moved to the other table, the table between him and the door, and put her purse and her poster tube down with a small remnant of her smile still on her lips. Or at least, he thought he was being stealthy, until her intense green eyes rose to meet his as she unscrewed the cap of her poster tube. Feeling his face start to grow hot, he turned back to his sketches.

But he was only able to look at them for another couple of seconds before he heard footsteps again.

Looking at the entrance again, he saw another girl walk in, with a bag slung over her shoulder. Her hair was wavy like Linda’s, but a lighter shade of brown, and she had it pulled back in a loose casual bun. She had really nice expressive brown eyebrows, and pretty brown eyes to go along with them. Her smiles were the most beautiful smiles Tom had ever seen in his life. He was pretty sure she could make anyone do anything by smiling at them, and his heart sang every time he saw her flash one of her classic grins.

She wore a stylish pair of leather sandals on her feet. Tom was sure it was against the rules to wear sandals in the workshop, but he was also sure that Linda wouldn’t notice. The new girl was also wearing a striped long sleeve top that barely hinted at her small but cute breasts, and a flowy black skirt that looked just a *little* too short. Her legs, like Linda’s, were amazing.

This girl’s name was Emma.

“…is this it?” she said, looking around at the small room.

“Yep, make yourself at home,” Linda replied.

Emma sighed, giving Linda an amused look, and Tom backed against the table as she started walking towards him, feeling a flutter of nervousness in his chest.

“Hey there, Sabrina!” Emma smiled, turning her back to Tom as she looked at the redhead.

Sabrina grinned as Emma called out to her, looking as adorable as ever. Emma started moving around Sabrina’s table, closing in on Tom. Soon, she was walking through the space between Sabrina’s table and Tom’s table, where Tom was standing.

“I thought you finished your model last night?” Sabrina asked her as she pulled a rolled up piece of paper out of her poster tube.

“That’s what I thought, too,” Emma replied, rolling her eyes.

She moved past Tom, and he caught a whiff of her perfume. It was light and pleasant, not overpowering. As she squeezed past him, her butt brushed against his pelvic region. She only rubbed against him for a second, but Tom’s breath caught in his throat, and suddenly the feeling of Emma’s soft butt touching him was all that he could think about.

“Oh, sorry,” she muttered, shooting him a quick glance, and she continued towards the side of the room, where there were shelves with boxes full of different materials in them.

“I feel you,” Sabrina chuckled.

“I honestly can’t wait for this project to be over,” Emma said, pulling a box out of the shelf and rifling through its contents. Tom, still thinking about the way her butt had felt as it brushed against him, watched her skirt sway around her legs as she thrust her hips to one side.

He heard footsteps again.

Turning to look at the entrance of the room again, Tom watched as another girl walked in. She had long glossy black hair, dark eyebrows, and gorgeous dark eyes, which contrasted alluringly with her pale beautiful skin. Her face was stunningly elegant, with sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, and her body looked just as good. She was holding a binder against her ample chest, but a bit of her cleavage was still visible, and her large breasts still managed to wobble slightly as she walked. This girl had the most incredible boobs Tom had ever seen, and she didn’t seem to be afraid of showing them off. She was wearing a sundress, which aside from revealing an appealing view of her cleavage, also offered a glimpse of her powerful thighs.

This girl’s name was Grace.

Tom’s heart did a backflip as Grace lowered her binder away from her chest, letting her breasts wobble ever so slightly as she came to a stop, and flashed her straight white teeth as she smiled, her foxy eyes looking at everyone in the room.

“So, early morning work sesh, huh?” she said. “I see you all procrastinated just like I did.”

“I’m doing my best!” Emma protested, frantically looking through the box she was supporting with her hip.

Grace headed over to Sabrina’s table, stopping next to Sabrina.

“Move over,” she said, putting her binder down on the table.

Sabrina looked at Grace with a mischievous smirk.

“Make me!”

A perfect smile lit up Grace’s face as she lunged at Sabrina, and the two girls grappled a little, wrestling with their hands wrapped around each other’s wrists. Sabrina’s plump round breasts bounced under her skimpy crop top as she stumbled backwards, and Grace’s large breasts wobbled and swayed as the redhead tried to free herself from Grace’s grasp.

“Shit,” Emma muttered, and Tom’s gaze was drawn to her. Something had fallen from her box, hitting the floor with a clatter. But he didn’t see what it was. This was because he was distracted as she put the box back on the shelf and then bent over to pick the object up, sticking her butt up in the air. Her skirt was lifted upwards slightly, revealing more of her thighs, getting dangerously close to uncovering whatever underwear was between her legs. Sabrina and Grace’s laughter filled the small room as Tom quickly turned back towards his sketches, feeling himself start to grow hot again.

Emma straightened up with whatever object she’d dropped, and Grace eventually managed to force Sabrina to the side. Things in the room became a little less distracting, and Tom was about to return to his sketch when he heard footsteps again.

Looking at the door, he saw a shorter girl walk in. Her hair dark just reached her shoulders, and she wore a baseball cap on her head that said “Wish You Were Here.” Her dark brown eyes were captivating in a way that Tom couldn’t quite explain: whenever she looked at him, he got the impression that she knew everything about him, and that she knew things that others didn’t. But at the same time, her eyes looked caring and gentle. This contrasted with the fierce look her cheekbones and jawline gave her, and the sensual look of her beyond beautiful lips.

She was wearing a simple light blue t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. Her feet were covered by a pair of converse sneakers. Out of all of the girls in the room, her body was the least “feminine” looking, but this only completed her tomboy look, a look that she pulled off better than anyone else, and Tom found this unbearably sexy.

This girl’s name was Ellie.

Ellie froze as she crossed the threshold, her stunning eyes looking at the two tables and the walls that seemed to close in from every direction.

“Do you guys think I could still fit in here?” she asked, a corner of her mouth moving upwards in a smile even as she frowned at her surroundings.

“Barely,” Emma replied, looking over her shoulder at Ellie. Tom forced himself to look away as Emma bent over again, reaching for a box all the way at the bottom of the shelf. “Couldn’t they have picked a better spot to put the workshop in?”

“If you hadn’t procrastinated on your final project, maybe you wouldn’t have this problem,” Linda interjected, smirking at everyone in the room.

“Fuck off, Linda,” Grace sneered, and Linda stuck her tongue out at her, her dark brown eyes narrowing behind her safety goggles.

The girls all laughed quietly, and Ellie walked further into the room. Tom felt his heart do a little skip as he watched Ellie approach. She moved around Sabrina and Grace’s table, heading straight towards him, and she shot him a small smile as she made eye contact with him, which made her look unbelievably sexy. He backed up against the table behind him as Ellie ended up right in front of him.

“Morning Tom,” she said cheerfully, her face inches from his.

He smiled nervously and she brushed past him. He caught a whiff of her hair. She smelled different that Emma, but still very pleasant. As Ellie headed towards the boxes at the side of the room, he was unable to keep his gaze from drifting towards her butt. Ellie’s butt was alluring in a cute way, and her shorts made her butt look even cuter. Small but round, her hindquarters pushed out against her shorts, making their shape known despite the fabric covering them.

Tom bit his lips, turning back towards his sketches. He told himself he was supposed to be thinking about his project, not about butts. But the fact of the matter was that there was a surprising number of attractive girls in one place, and he knew it would be difficult to stay focused. His pants were already starting to get a bit tight. He shot one final glance towards Ellie as she bent forwards to grab one of the boxes, and then placed his palms on the table, resolutely looking at his sketches again.

But then he heard footsteps, and despite himself, turned to watch as yet another girl walked in.

She had dark tightly curled hair that reached down to the middle of her back, and a beautiful and regal face, with high cheekbones, full lips, and sultry brown eyes. Her tanned skin was flawless, and along with her face, her body was a marvel. Her long legs gave Tom the impression that she could crush a watermelon in her sleep, with thighs that made his heart flutter whenever he saw them. It didn’t help that she was wearing a pair of thin skin tight patterned leggings, and he just knew that her backside would be a distracting sight to say the least. He had seen her butt many before. This girl’s butt was *immense*, and he resisted the urge to stare whenever he saw it in his peripheral vision lest he feel like a creep. But her rear end was truly one of a kind; not only was it massive, it had a gorgeous shape. It wasn’t just round, it was round in *all the right ways.* And on top of that, the way her butt moved when she walked, the way it jiggled, shivered, and bounced, made Tom convinced that her ass was the most perfect thing to exist.

That’s not to say the rest of her wasn’t perfect as well. She wore a casual t-shirt, but her busty chest was still an alluring sight, and the part of Tom that was causing him to stiffen in his pants wondered if she was wearing a bra. Her stunning brown eyes connected with his, and she smiled, her face lighting up with beauty. Suddenly becoming aware of all of the things he was thinking as he was gaping at her, Tom gave her a quick nod and hastily turned away, feeling his cheeks start to grow warm.

This girl’s name was Sophie.

The room had felt cramped before, but that was nothing compared to the way it felt now. Sophie walked in and came to a halt, spreading her feet and shifting her weight to the side, raising her eyebrows as her eyes traveled over the room.

“This is gonna be awkward,” she said.

“You’re telling me,” Tom heard Grace chuckle in reply, and he looked over at her. She and Sabrina were standing side by side. The dark haired girl and the redhead wore suppressed smiles as they worked on their projects, playfully bumping their hips against each other as they fought for more space. This caused more wobbles and jiggles to come from their chests, and Tom quickly turned away, wishing he could banish his inappropriate thoughts and focus on completing his project.

He moved his sketches around, spreading them apart so that he could see all of them. As he did so, he heard Sophie’s footsteps drawing closer to him. But he refused to look. He refused to let his ever growing feelings of horniness distract him, and stubbornly kept his eyes on his drawings. He looked at his model, trying to remind himself what he still had to do.

“I knew I should’ve finished my project last night,” he heard Sophie say. “This stinks.”

Her footsteps came closer. He could tell she was now walking in the space between the tables.

“What happened to the normal workshop?” he heard Ellie ask. Ellie had now set herself up at the same table Tom was working at.

“Some idiot flooded it or something, I dunno,” came Grace’s reply from the other side of the tiny room.

“I heard one of the pipes burst,” Sophie’s voice said, getting closer and closer to Tom. She seemed to be right next to him at this point. “Yeah, it was a big explosion, made everything wet-”

Here was when Tom felt Sophie’s large breasts press against his shoulder. They were warm, and incredibly soft. He felt them wobble slightly as she bumped into him.

“Oh, sorry Tom,” she muttered casually.

His heart beating fast, Tom moved forwards, pressing himself against his table to let her pass.

“That sounds like a mess,” Ellie muttered.

“Yeah, apparently there was too much pressure or something,” Sophie continued, brushing past Tom. He felt her breasts touch his back, and then she was past him, walking towards the boxes at the side of the room. “It just exploded, shooting water all over the place. But that’s just what I heard, though.”

Tom glanced towards the boxes, and the very first thing he saw was Emma’s butt. It was sticking straight out at him, pushing against her thin flowy skirt as she bent over, her feet spread apart, reaching into one of the lower boxes. And right next to Emma’s butt was Sophie’s butt, her large round buttcheeks swallowing up her skin tight leggings above her thick thighs. As Tom glanced at her, Sophie started to bend over as well, her rear end bulging out at him. Tom immediately looked away, but it was too late. He knew the image of those two asses sticking out at him would be burned in his head for a long time, and that he would be thinking about that for years to come.

He automatically glanced at Ellie, who was sitting on a stool on the left side of his table. She held in her hands a piece of wood that was roughly cylinder shaped. Her hand, with a piece of sandpaper, was wrapped around it, and smoothly moved up and down the piece of wood with a slight twisting motion. She watched the piece of wood with a look of concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as her hand moved up and down, up and down. Tom watched the motions of her hand for a moment, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest, and then happened to glance at her face, which was when he realized that she was looking right at him. She smiled automatically when they made eye contact, but her eyes had that knowing look to them that they often did, and Tom suddenly found himself feeling a little nervous, so he gave her a quick half smile and looked to the right of the room, opposite from the boxes, where he knew Emma and Sophie were still bent over.

Linda was still sitting on her stool, browsing her phone. Her brown eyes were gorgeous, and they gave her face a sensual kind of seductive quality, but the safety goggles she was wearing made her look really cute. As she scrolled through her phone, her pointer finger from her other hand rested thoughtfully on her plump lips. As Tom looked at her, her shapely legs uncrossed and crossed again, drawing attention to how good she looked in the shorts she was wearing.

“Hey, so has anyone got any plans after we turn our projects in today?” he heard Grace say, and he looked over his shoulder to glance at the other table behind him.

Grace was bent forwards, adjusting a table clamp. The table clamp seemed to be stuck, and Tom could see her cleavage wobble as she tried to get it to move, her revealing sundress making her large breasts look even more bewitching than they already were. Next to her stood Sabrina. The redhead was raising a plastic bottle to her lips, full of a white liquid. As she drank, a trickle of white liquid traveled down to her chin. Tom watched, spellbound, as she lowered the bottle from her mouth. Her lips were already tempting, with a soft pink color, and he had spent a few nights awake in the past fantasizing about what they felt and tasted like. But now a milky liquid dripped from her bottom lip, trickling down her chin, and her upper lip was completely covered in it. The milk-stache on Sabrina’s lips would have been cute if it weren’t so unbelievably sexy.

“I’m planning on crying while I wait for the grades to come in,” he heard Ellie reply.

But he kept his eyes on Sabrina as she wiped her lips with her pointer and middle fingers, and then stuck her fingers into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around them as she sucked them clean. She slowly started pulling her fingers away from her gripping lips, and her intense green eyes suddenly met Tom’s, peering through her round glasses. He looked away as quickly as he could.

His gaze landed on Grace again, only to see her nibbling on a pen as she looked at the table clamp in front of her. Tom made himself turn around and looked down at his sketches for the hundredth time, his cheeks feeling warm and his erection twitching in his pants.

“Well, I’ve got something special planned.” Emma’s voice came from his left, still over by the boxes. “I haven’t seen David in a week, and tonight’s going to be a night to remember!”

“Oh my god,” Ellen said, and Tom could hear the smile in her voice as he stared intensely at his drawings. “You go girl!”

“I’m gonna ride his face until I can’t recognize it,” Emma continued fiercely.

The other girls laughed quietly, some of them making cheering noises. Tom fiddled with one of his papers, feeling more aroused than he thought he should have been. He told himself to get himself together. He was in a cramped room full of cute girls, but that was no reason to get all excited. He had a final project to finish.

“Sorry Tom,” he suddenly heard Emma say, and his heart jumped as he felt her brush past him as she walked by behind him. He could almost feel tingles wherever her body had touched his, and he drummed his fingers against the table, trying to control his emotions, telling himself he was being ridiculous.

Then he felt Sophie’s butt bump against his. It took every ounce of his willpower not to look. As he stared at his sketches, Tom tried not to think about how Sophie, with her monster ass, was standing right next to him at the other table. But that became difficult as he felt her bump against him again, and then her ass was rubbing against his as she started to walk past him.

“‘S’cuse me,” she muttered.

Her butt was so soft. And warm, and amazing. Tom’s boner became even stiffer as Sophie moved past him and started heading towards Linda.

“Linda, do you know where the hand saws are?” he heard Sophie ask. He took a deep breath, trying to forget about how Sophie’s butt had felt, but he couldn’t.

“Hey Grace, do you mind *not* humping me for like, three seconds?” he heard Sabrina ask with a chuckle.

“Sorry but it’s not my fault your fat ass takes up three quarters of this closet we’re in,” Grace shot back.

He heard Emma start snickering.

“Tom, do you mind?” he heard Ellie’s voice say.

He looked to his left, and saw Ellie standing right next to him. He caught a whiff of her hair again.

“Just gotta…” she muttered, and started leaning over, moving her arm in front of him.

Puzzled, Tom moved backwards, and Ellie started leaning in front of him. He saw her arm extend out to reach for a protractor that was sitting on his table. Her shoulder brushed against his chest, and he inhaled more of the faint but pleasing scent of her hair as her head ended up inches away from his nose.

“So what’s the deal with the PowerPoint we were supposed to do?” Ellie asked as she started scooching in front of Tom, her fingers inches from the protractor.

“Yeah, has anyone turned that in yet?” he heard Grace ask.

“‘S’cuse me,” he heard Sophie mutter again.

Tom looked to his right, and saw Sophie with her pelvis against the table behind him, trying to slide past him. She didn’t seem to realize that Ellie was in front of him. Without thinking, Tom moved forwards a little, and at the exact same time, Ellie suddenly lunged to the side, placing herself right in front of him as her hand finally reached the protractor.

Ellie’s butt, tight and round, looked great in the shorts she was wearing. But it felt even better. As Sophie started trying to squeeze herself past him, Tom’s erection was thrust right against Ellie’s ass. His mouth dropped open as he felt the tomboy’s soft but firm buttcheeks press against his aching boner, and his cock twitch as Ellie rubbed herself against it, her fingers wrapping around the protractor.

“I guarantee nobody’s turned it in,” Sabrina said as Ellie’s butt started brushing against his bulge in the other direction. Ellie started extracting herself from between Tom and the table, and shameful trickles of pleasure washed over Tom’s body as her ass rubbed and slid against his erection in all the right ways.

“Sorry,” she muttered absently as she finally freed herself, barely even looking at him. She turned her eyes towards Sabrina as she walked away from Tom. “How many slides was it supposed to be again?”

He felt Sophie’s butt rub against his again as she slid past him too.

“Seven,” Sabrina replied.

“Nine,” Linda said at the exact same moment.

“Seven,” Sabrina repeated, slightly louder.

“Oh come on, guys,” Grace groaned.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned to look to his right again.

Emma was looking at him with her head tilted slightly. Her arms were wrapped around a cardboard box filled with nuts and bolts. As they made eye contact, she turned, resting her pelvis against the table behind him, giving him a polite smile.

“Mind if I squeeze past you really quick?” she asked, while Tom did his best to hide his erection.

“Oh, uh, sure,” he replied, his heart feeling like it was trying to climb out of him through his esophagus, and he turned a little more, moving so that his back was against his table, in order to give Emma room to pass. It was only after he did this that he realized that he was putting his erection on full display, and his hastily tugged at his shirt to try to cover it. Thankfully, Emma didn’t notice anything.

“Thanks,” she muttered, and she started moving past him, her back to him, her black skirt swaying around her legs.

“S’cuse me,” Sophie said.

Emma’s eyes widened slightly as Sophie started trying to squeeze herself past her, and they bumped into each other. There was a tinkling noise as one of the nuts from Emma’s box fell to the ground.

“Oh, sorry!” Sophie said, raising her hand to her mouth.

“No, that’s fine,” Emma quickly said, smiling at the curly haired girl.

Without warning, Emma shuffled backwards, and Tom’s breath caught in his throat as her butt pressed against his erection. It felt almost as if she hadn’t been wearing a skirt at all. He could *feel* how round her ass was. His cock throbbed at full force, aching as the pressure from her hindquarters increased. Sophie started reaching past Emma, straining to grab something from the table, and Emma’s rear end rubbed against Tom a little more as she shifted around a little, adjusting her balance.

More shameful pleasure danced its way through his body as he felt Emma’s soft butt grind against his cock. He stared at the back of Emma’s head, his brain completely frozen. He couldn’t think. His cheeks started getting even hotter.

“My slides are in comic sans,” Ellie said from behind him. “I didn’t see anything in the rubric about the font type.”

“Ellie, you freaky bitch,” Linda said, and Sabrina started giggling.

“Now where did that nut go?” Emma mused. Her butt rubbed against Tom’s erection as she moved a little to the left, her gorgeous eyes scanning the ground, and then her butt rubbed against his erection again as she moved a little to the right, looking at the ground on his other side. Her hips turned a little, her butt grinding against his bulge, as she turned to the left again.

“There it is,” he heard her mutter.

Her hip rubbed against his aching cock through his jeans as she twisted herself around to put the box of nuts and bolts on the table behind him. Then, finally, her body left his boner alone as she moved off of him. Tom breathed a shaky sigh of relief, even though his boner was throbbing with frustration.

Then Sophie’s ass bumped against his boner.

It was only for a second, but it was the most insane sensation he had ever experienced. Feeling the warmth and softness of her massive rear end enveloping his throbbing erection was almost more than Tom could handle. And that was not to mention the slight ripple he saw in her butt as it bumped against him, the way her buttcheeks jiggled ever so slightly under her skin tight hair thin leggings. His cock twitched furiously as Sophie’s butt left him, and his cheeks burned hotter than ever as she shot him a quick glance over her shoulder.

“Sorry,” she said, and she immediately turned away, focusing on her project again.

Next to him, Emma bent over, reaching for the nut, and her butt bumped against his hip. He looked down, and saw that his hip had pushed her skirt between her buttcheeks, and her ass swallowed her skirt a little as she straightened up.

She turned, and her eyes met his, giving him a look. He realized she still wanted to move past him, and, wiser now, turned around so that she could pass by behind him. She pushed the box across the table so that it ended up on his other side, and then side-stepped behind him. Her breasts, although they were a little on the smaller side, especially compared to Sabrina, Grace, and Linda, were amazing, and Tom was reminded of this as he felt them brush against his back again. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she squeezed by between him and Sophie.

It was only for a moment, and then she was gone, heading back towards the boxes again. But feeling her touch as her breasts pushed against his back was making Tom even more aroused. His heart beat like mad as he stood at his table, his face on fire, and his cock like an iron rod in his pants. Equal parts of excitement and nervousness swelled in his chest, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to even be able to think about his project.

Sophie’s butt bumped against his again. He automatically glanced over his shoulder, and saw her shoot him an apologetic look over her shoulder before turning back towards her project again. He watched her as she pulled pieces of thin plywood cut into different shapes out of one a box and placed them in front of her. Then she straightened up and placed earbuds in her ears, and he saw her start up some music in her phone.

He was pretty sure that listening to music in that way was against the rules in the workshop, but he was also sure that Linda wouldn’t notice, and that Linda also wasn’t aware of any of the rules.

Sophie’s magnificent ass wobbled slightly as she started nodding her head from side to side along to her music, and she bent forwards a little, starting to put her model together, using a small bottle of glue. Her butt bumped against him yet again, pushing him against his table, and his heart did a little dance. She moved her ass away, stepping to the side a little, but this time, she didn’t look over her shoulder.

“These table clamps are the fucking… worst…” Emma grunted with frustration. Tom felt her shoulder brush into his side, and he looked to his left, seeing her bent over right next to him, trying to tighten a table clamp on a piece of wood.

“Hey Sophie,” he heard Ellie say. “…Sophie?”

Emma’s shoulder bumped into him again as he felt Sophie’s ass brush against his for the tenth time. Emma’s fingers brushed against his waist as she worked, trying to tighten the stubborn clamp, and he felt tingles of excitement.

“Hey Tom,” Tom heard Ellie’s voice say before he could move out of the way. He looked up at Ellie, and she held her hand out to him, opening and closing it in a grabbing motion. “Sophie can’t hear me. Can you pass that bottle of glue?”

Tom remembered Sophie using a bottle of clue, and he turned around just in time to see Sophie thrust her hips backwards.

Her bubble butt wobbled as it collided with him, pushing him against his table, smothering his erection. He let out a small gasp, and his cock throbbed intensely, twitching against Sophie’s round soft hindquarters. It didn’t seem like she was paying attention to anything behind her anymore; she just continued nodding her head to her music, cutting a piece of plywood with an exacto knife.

“Sophie?” Tom said, but Sophie didn’t reply. Her butt rubbed against him a little as she continued working. His cock became harder than ever, and he took a shaky breath.

“Fucking table clamp,” he heard Emma mutter next to him.

“Glue, Tom,” Ellie called out behind him. “Before Sophie starts using it again.”

Tom leaned forward, reaching for the glue next to Sophie. He grabbed it as her incredible ass brushed against his boner. Then he leaned back, twisting around to pass the glue back to Ellie.

“You’re an angel, Tom,” Ellie said, barely looking at him as she took the glue. She seemed to be completely unaware of his predicament.

And he was starting to realize that the predicament he was in was becoming a serious one. If girls kept rubbing themselves against him like this, he would end up having a problem in his pants very soon. His heart rate was quickening, and excitement and nervousness was clouding his mind, making it hard for him to think. He could feel himself starting to give in to the sensations of pleasure. Sophie’s butt remained pressed against his boner, grinding against it slightly every now and then whenever she adjusted her position.

He decided it was time for him to move. If he stayed with the wonder that was Sophie’s massive, round, powerful ass rubbing against his erection, he would be ejaculating before he knew it. He knew he had to get out of there. He was in the middle of the traffic pattern, between the two tables, and he was becoming legitimately aroused as a result.

He tried to move, and realized he couldn’t. Puzzled, he tried again, to no avail. He frowned, looking down at his left side, and spotted Emma’s table clamp. It seemed she had finally managed to tighten the clamp, and the wood that she was planning on cutting was tightly secured to the table. Unfortunately, it seemed that Emma had accidentally clamped part of Tom’s shirt to the table as well.

Tom was stuck.

*^(Continued in Part 2)*

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