Steve. He stood 6’3” tall and had a total sexy dad bod. Thick chest and wide shoulders, strong but with some meat on his bones. He had a beard which was full and dark, like his head of hair. He was a jack of all trades at work, but his attention was focused mainly on building. Tables, chairs, desks, you name it and he could draw it up and build it, beautifully no less. He wore tight blue jeans and a tee shirt everyday, a silver measuring tape clipped to his belt, yellow leather gloves hung from his back pocket and a pencil was usually behind his ear.
He walked through the aisles of the warehouse, a clipboard tucked under his arm as he looked up, surveying the finished goods he himself had made. A cluster of voices came up behind him, along with the sound of feet scuffling the concrete floors.
“Steve,” a fellow project manager had walked up behind him and alongside him was a beautiful young woman. “This is our new temp. She will be following up on the order statuses and communicating with customers on your builds.”
The girl looked to be about 23 years old and Steve, who was 34, found her to be incredibly sexy. She had on denim daisy dukes and hugged her plump ass just perfectly. She had on a skin-tight white tank top and over it she wore a loose, unbuttoned plaid flannel shirt. She had on worn, black Chucks and an anklet was on her left ankle, silver with a small heart hanging down. She had long light brown hair which was pulled back behind her into a ponytail, and her skin was a dewy olive with very light freckles sprinkled across it everywhere. She had sparkling green eyes and a beautiful smile. Everything was in proportion-from her full B cup breasts to her toned and somewhat thick thighs. He shifted on his feet to keep himself from getting hard in his boxer briefs.
“Hi Steve,” she smiled. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she looked at him. He felt his body tingle slightly, as if this girl may be thinking he was pretty sexy too. “I’m Penny.” She took a step towards him and outstretched her hand. He wrapped his hand around hers and shook it tightly. Her skin was soft, as he imagined, and touching her made blood rush like crazy.
“Penny,” he said, “great name,” he said, smiling. “My office is over there in the back corner of the warehouse and that’s what we go over status updates for orders every morning.” She nodded, never breaking eye contact with him. The other project manager continued taking her through the warehouse, explaining things to her and pointing around at different places. She’d never remember since he kept looking back at Steve, smiling. He definitely felt something was going on.
A couple days passed and he and Penny had been saying hello and goodbye, smiling at each other from afar. It was Friday so in a few days they’d have their first meeting together in his office. He was a chill guy, but even being laid back and easy going he kept thinking of what she’d wear and which chair she’d choose to sit in-would it be the one right across from him or would it be the one closest to the door? He wasn’t sure and he was trying to not think about it.
He hopped in his truck that afternoon after work and started the engine. He looked around the parking lot to see if Penny was leaving at the same time as him but alas he did not see her. He drove home, took a hot shower, and sat down on his couch with his towel wrapped around his waist. Penny kept coming into his mind, making him get hard and he had to force himself to not think about her. He made himself a steak and ate it while flipping through Architectural Digest. Afterwards, to prevent him from searching Penny out on Instagram, he rolled a thick joint and smoked it until he was far removed from it all. He played some video games for a few hours and then retreated to bed. He kept himself busy that weekend with yard work and house projects but by the time Monday morning rolled around he felt he need some great relief before seeing Penny at work that morning.
He stepped into his morning shower, lathered up his beard, his hair, his body, and let the hot water penetrate every last inch of his body. His dick was rock hard, like it got when he was 18, and he imagined Penny bending over in front of him in those daisy duke shorts, her ass barely covered. He closed his eyes and imagined running his strong hands up her thighs and over her sweet ass, squeezing it gently before sliding his hands up her flat stomach and cupping her full breasts over her tight tank top. He stroked his thick, long cock as he imagined it. He could almost hear her softly moaning.
With one hand he reached down and cupped his full balls and squeezed them gently as he used the other hand to stroke himself, faster and faster. He imagined his hands were Penny’s hands and within a few minutes he was shooting a huge load all over the shower wall. After he felt slightly guilty but mostly happy that he was going to be going into their meeting without a massive erection and blue balls… hopefully.
He got dressed and drank a large cup of black coffee-his favorite thing to have post orgasm. He could feel the caffeine run through him, giving him a second feeling of euphoria for the morning. Gathering his keys and his bag, he left for work, trying his best to keep Penny and her tight ass out of his thoughts.
He settled himself in at his desk, signing off on some purchase orders and pulling out all the new sketches for this weeks designs. He looked at his watch. 8:07am. And as he looked he saw Penny through the window in the door to his office. She motioned to the door handle, as if to ask if he was ready for her. He smiled and nodded. Down boy, he thought. He was beyond ready for her.
She came in, wearing another tight tank top which showed the curves of her breasts just perfectly. This time there was no flannel shirt accompanying the tank top so nothing was covering them. She had on a tight jeans that stopped just above her ankles and the same Chucks. Her hair was braided to one side of her head and she smelled just like a garden full of flowers. “Good morning,” she said, choosing the chair directly across from him. She leaned down to pull the chair closer to his desk and he glanced down her top and saw her breasts tucked neatly into a white lace bra. He felt his cock begin to get hard. Luckily he had a full desk, which hid his bottom half completely.
She was friendly and sweet, smiling at him in an inviting way during the entire meeting. He explained the timelines for his designs, told her how things usually worked, and she wrote on a pad of paper the entire time, glancing up and him and smiling. “Don’t worry if you don’t remember any of this or if you have any questions. I’m always around and if I’m not here, I only live a mile away,” he said.
She leaned across his desk and whispered, “so you can go home on your lunch hour for a quickie if you want, huh?” Did he hear that right? He had to close his mouth so he didn’t look like a fool with a dropped-jaw. He let a short chuckle out before saying, “yeah I go home on lunch sometimes.” She sat back. Perhaps that wasn’t the right thing to say? He wasn’t great at flirting and signals. “Sorry,” she said, “I have a weird sense of humor. Maybe it’s not appropriate here.” He looked at her, sensing she felt misunderstood or that perhaps maybe she now felt he wasn’t interested. He needed to salvage it.
“I haven’t had anyone to take home for a quickie in a while,” he said. She looked up and winked, scribbled something onto her notepad and ripped it off. She slid it across the desk. “If you ever want to get a drink after work,” Penny said, “here’s my number. I’m new to the area, live by myself so… I’d like to make some friends.” He told her he’d take her up on that and she left the office, turning back and winking at him one last time before she left. As soon as she was out of sight completely, he locked his office door, closed the blinds and sat down at his desk.
Time for a little relief, he thought, if I am going to get through this day.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8pwqsc/the_woodworker_and_the_temp_part_1