Call me… Roy. Although I'm no great writer, I hope I can describe it well enough to allow you to become part of the action.
For that to work you are going to have to believe and imagine that you were there. It won't work if you just read the words. I want you to take my place that day and imagine some women you know (or would like to know) being there too, taking the place of Lisa,
Daphne and Diane. Although it happened years ago, it still burns in my memory and, if your imagination can put you and your women into the action, I believe it will burn in yours too.
That day started out like any other. Margaret had called me in to fix some equipment that the girls had wrecked for the umpteenth time. I was getting kind of bored with the routine, but I was more than glad to go in and get another drooling look at those girls. I couldn't believe that hot young stuff like this really existed, let alone that I was close enough to touch them. But they did exist. And although I hadn't done anything, I didn't know how long I could hold out before I tried something for real.
As soon as I walked in the door I knew this wasn't going to end up like any ordinary day. First, Margaret tells me that the boss is coming in for his first visit to our office and then I see Lisa standing in the main room with her back to me talking with Daphne.
It was winter but all she wore was a micro mini-skirt that barely covered the bottom of her butt. Her tight thighs strained at the sheer material of the red pantyhose that covered her legs as she turned to say hello to me. I almost dropped my toolbox when I saw her from the front. She had on a tight red sweater that was bulging full of her heavy tits like I had never seen them before.
They jiggled slightly just from her turning and her nipples were so hard and big that I could see the little bumps standing out on them, even through the heavy material of the sweater.
As she turned around again to resume her talk I started walking toward them to go into the computer room, my penis stiffening as I walked. I had to kind of squeeze behind Lisa to get by. I looked down and her butt mounds were bulging out so far that I couldn't even see the floor. The sight was too much for me and as I went by, without caring if I got caught, I pushed my free hand up under the mini-skirt and squeezed one buttock, even forcing my thumb a little way into the crack. The tights gave way as her ripe butt flesh squished between my fingers and the place where my thumb pushed the nylon into her crack felt hot and slippery. I gave her cheek one more squeeze and moved on quickly, sweating a little at what I had just gotten away with. How could anything so wrong feel so right!
Lisa must have sensed that I was right behind her because, luckily for me, she didn't even move when I felt her. She could have screamed or jumped or turned me in to the others, but she just went on talking to Daphne like nothing had happened.
Needless to say, I was very relieved. "The little bitch probably thought she was doing an old man a big favor by giving me that feel", I thought. But it was sure worth the risk and I was hard as a rock as I went into the other room. I sure didn't feel like working on some machine, but what else could I do. Besides, I wanted to stick around as long as possible and maybe get another grab later on.
I was still carrying Lisa's ass grease on my thumb as I entered the other room, my body heat keeping it just as warm and oily as when it was inside her. I began to picture her walking by me, those full, jiggling cheeks slipping and sliding against each other, lubricated by the stuff in the crack and I could barely stand it. I bent my nose down to my thumb and sniffed. To my surprise it didn't smell bad at all; kind of musky and perfumed.
If we were alone, I would have gone back out and butt fucked her on the spot, but I couldn't with all those people around, so I did the only thing I could think of to cool down until I could make my move. Licking the oil from my thumb, I went to work.
Besides the usual full-timers, Diane, Daphne and myself also happened to be working that day. Linda was wearing her usual heavy denim jeans with t-shirt and was doing some reports in the back. Jeff sat at his usual station at the desk in the equipment room. Daphne had come dressed in jeans also; the soft, faded blue-denim material grossly stretched out in the rear by her bulging behind. And she had on that loose blouse again, hanging way out over her melons. Her nipple stalks were long and stiff due to the cold; so hard that she seemed to be in a little pain as
I watched her talk to Lisa. The sight made my mouth drool a little as I walked by.
Diane stood in the report room next to Linda. She had on one of those clinging, tight one-piece sweater-dress affairs that young stuff like her shouldn't wear. The way it molded itself around her showed off all of her young sex parts as if she were naked.
Her apple tits grew straight out from her ribcage, the little nipples riding high up on them and her tight buns with the jutting half-moons were snugly molded by the soft, fuzzy cotton cloth. It had even tightened its way in between her legs in front so that I could clearly see the raised ridges of her rounded little pube sausages. I imagined that peach-sized twat softly filling my hand; my middle finger sliding into her slot like a hotdog in a bun. "Margaret shouldn't let her dress like this in public", I thought, but I wasn't about to complain.
As I began going through the motions with the repair, I spotted
Daphne entering the equipment room. I was sitting on the floor, pretty well hidden behind an equipment rack by the small table and
I gazed hungrily at her as she walked by; her ass cheeks jiggling violently under the thin denim of her jeans. Jeff didn't even look at her, but I sure did as she grabbed her big rumps to adjust the panties which had ridden up deep into her crack. Her hands nearly disappeared as they sunk into her soft, buttery butt flesh.
She rubbed and pulled the panties through the jeans until she had them properly stretched back over her basketballs and then wriggled over to the table.
I had long since given up working and I gaped up with my mouth wide open as she stood right over me at the table. Bending at the waist, appearing to read some paper, she gave me a wide open view of her bare tits through the bottom of the open, hanging blouse.
She must not have even know I was there because, after looking around to be sure no one else was in there, she slid her hands up under her blouse and hefted one of her big melons in each hand.
Squeezing and rubbing, the white breast flesh bulging out between her fingers, Daphne's mouth opened and she let out a low gutteral grunt. "I knew there was something different about this girl", I thought as my left hand began to stroke my thickening dick through my pants. As I gazed up, stroking a little faster now, Daphne moved her index fingers up and began rubbing her plump nipple sacks until they began to pucker and wrinkle. Another series of soft moans were forced from her lips as her nipples began stiffening outward by themselves like little cock shafts.
I picked up the pace of my jacking, not caring if she heard me or not at that point, when I saw her begin to rub and pinch those light-brown puckered nipples. Grunting and groaning freely now, but only loud enough for me to hear, Daphne began to quiver and shake slightly. I didn't think it was possible, but it looked like she was going to come just from fondling her tits and nipples! I felt my balls start to tighten and a trickle of pre-cum stain my shorts in anticipation as I watched Daphne continue to self-pleasure her tits.
We were both working furiously now. With thumb and forefinger
Daphne was jerking off her nipples like they were a pair of stiff little dicks. Her breasts had swelled to almost double their normal size and began flushing to a dull purple color. They stretched the tit sacks so tight there was no jiggle in them anymore and they had grown four or five inches in length too.
They looked like the ends of monstrous, erect purple salamis sticking out of her chest. Daphne had cupped as much as she could of those tight tubes with the remaining fingers of each hand and started jacking off her own tits! She worked the skin back and forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of her nipple shafts; the swollen, purple breast meat sliding inside the tight, transluscent outer skin.