Sometimes it gets too hot inside of the buildings, and we have to go out and open a hatch on the roof. We open this hatch from inside the building. To access it, you have to climb 170 feet, on a ladder, to a 4ft by 4ft platform. This is a shit job, and as a Supervisor, I basically have to bribe someone to go up there. But, on this evening, to show my guys the type of leader I am, I will go up and do it. Also, because the building is so dirty, there is a chance that we might let something hazardous escape when we pop the top, someone from environmental compliance has to go up too. And who is on tonight? Sarah, well how about that.
It’s seriously dirty up there. We have to wear anti contamination suites over our scrubs. An anti contamination suit is a fancy way of saying plastic trash bag. It is hot, so hot we have go up to the top of this building and let some heat out. Add to that a second layer of clothes that are designed to not breathe, and a 170 feet climb up a ladder. By the time we reach this tiny platform, we are both dripping with sweat. The quarters are tight, and have to stand close, maybe not as close as we are standing, but it has to be close. I can see sweat running down her neck, into to the top her suit, and I imagine it winding it’s way down her chest, into the valley of her breast, and soaking her bra. I want to fuck Sarah.
I’m hard. I have an erection from thinking about the salty sweat collecting on my friend and coworkers tits. The trash bag suit is thankfully loose fitting, so it’s not obvious that I am hard. Until she brushes past me to take her samples. As her leg drags across my dick, she stops, looks me in the eyes, and then moves again, maintaining eye contact until she is no longer touching me. We continue working, maintaining some kind of body contact the entire time. Occasionally we are positioned just right for me rub it directly on her ass. Unfortunately, we can’t hang out up here dry humping all night, we have work to do. And the heat is getting to be unbearable. When I finally pop the hatch, a chimney effect causes air to rush out of the roof. This strong breeze evaporates the sweat covering our bodies, it gives us both goosebumps. I can’t see her nipples, too many layers, but I know they are rock hard.
We have to remove our anti contamination suites in a special area, it’s a production, takes forever. We have both sweat completely through our scrubs, and need to change. She says she’s heading back to her work area, which is on the the way to my work area, so we walk together. We get to her desk, and she looks around, “no one else is here, but keep a look out just in case.” She pulls off her scrub top. It’s soaked, and so is the tank top she has on underneath, they stick together, and she makes no effort to prevent revealing her sports bra. It covers more than a bikini top, so I have seen more of her flesh than I am seeing right now. But that was swimsuit, at a pool, it’s ok that I saw that. Everyone saw that. This is a bra, and we are at work, and no one is supposed to see this. That’s what makes it so exciting. I’m getting hard again, but I no longer have on trash bag parachute pants to hide my lust, so I sit. She already has a new scrub top on, and with a perfunctory look around, she removes her scrub pants. Athletic style shorts, I’ve seen women run 5k’s in these, I’ve watched them do squats at the gym in these. This does not qualify as me seeing Sarah in her panties. She hooks her thumb into the waist band of her shorts and pulls the fabric away from her skin, then lets it go. It snaps back against her still wet skin with a sweat spraying pop. Some of the sweat lands on my face, some of it is on my lips, I can’t resist the urge to lick it off. My dick is hard, and hot, sticky against my thy. I adjust myself, and try to make the outline of my cock less visible. All the touching and fondling of it I’m doing just gets me more excited. Thank god I’m drenched, otherwise the pre-cum soaking through my pant leg would be visible. We start talking about weekend plans, and the paperwork we have to do for the job we just did, and I want to fuck Sarah. Right here, right now, on her desk next the picture of her husband. I want the lick the sweat out of her asshole, pinch her nipples until she squeals a little.
I stand up, my dick shouting “Look at me! Look at me!” making my pants protrude in a way that is so obviously obvious. “I’ll talk to you later, “ I say as I turn and walk away while trying to fix my dick.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12yduco/there_is_nothing_going_on_between_sarah_and_me
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