Black Panties, by Fyre
She dressed in the morning in a short, casual jumper. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d made it from a fine wale corduroy in deep, autumn tones. She wore a green turtleneck underneath, but no panties. She put the black panties into her pocket.
No one would even suspect such a thing. Not about her.
SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been awake most of the night. Her mind was floating into the realm of the unknown. Into possibilities of fucking the forbidden. She wanted that guy at work so bad. But he worked on the docks. She worked in the office. There was this interoffice no-no at The Company about being friends with those from "the other side of the tracks" even though they worked at the same place. She was the college graduate, he was the felon. Everyone upstair
It wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even daylight yet. He arrived at his job at 4:30 a.m. She walked from the bus to The Company, crossing city streets, into the industrial end of town. She doubted she was going to be able to go through with what sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d imagined all night long. SheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d barely slept a wink, thinking of how badly she wanted to capture his imagination, how she wanted to use those black panties to turn him on so much he would obsess about her all day long.
Sure enough, she found him there in the yard, sorting clutter from recycling bins into manageable piles. Gary, the driver of the forklift paused what he was doing to turn and say hello as she approached. He was always so polite, so sweet to her. He already had a streak of black grease across the back of his right hand. One of the things she was drawn to about him was that he worked so damned hard.
She took the renegade panties out of her pocket and placed them next to his hand on his knee. "Here," she said abruptly.
He took them, surprised. He glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. They were simple black satin panties. Somehow he had lived all his life and no woman had ever walked up to him and tossed her panties at him in a parking lot before. He gave her a look.
He called her 'Trouble' for a reason.
She had never presented him with panties before. This was an alluring twist.
A black flatbed tractor trailer pulled into the lot. "He needs me to load him. Hang on, okay?" He put the forklift into gear and put her panties into his coverall pocket.
"Wait!" she called over the sound of the motor. "Give those back. I might need them later."
"Does this mean youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re not wearing any?" He asked.
"That's exactly what it means."
"You are Trouble." He grinned slyly.
She snatched the panties back and slid them into her own pocket. She turned on her heel and walked away. Her heels clicked on the pavement and she knew he was watching her. She ducked into the shadows against the back of the lot, the walls covered with graffiti, where he went sometimes to smoke pot.
The sun was starting to rise. The pink of the sky was streaking off into blues and translucent grey patches. She stood behind a huge scrap container, surrounded by smaller, waist high bins full of sorted metals, and waited.
It took awhile for him to load the flatbed. The semi driver got out and started tightening straps against the crates on his load. The forklift turned and Gary came back against the wall to find her.
"What the hellÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re you up to? I know you have something in mind."
"I always have something in mind," she assured him with a quick smile. "But this time you can tell what it is."
He got off the lift and took her face in his hands and kissed her hard. She pressed up against him. She loved the smell of his hard labor caught in the folds of the denim. His hands slid down her body and her hands crept inside his clothes. Under her jumper, he discovered that the stockings she wore were held up by suspenders, and he grabbed her bare ass. He kissed her neck and started to lift her to hold her against him.
"Don't pick me up." She protested, pleased nonetheless. She was too heavy, and heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been complaining earlier in the week. "Your back..." she reminded him.
"I don't give a shit about my back." His hands were all over her, exploring and touching soft skin. "Can we do it right here?" He asked, breathlessly.
"You tell me where." She said, silently daring herself to go through with this crazy idea. "It's getting light though. You sure this is a good idea?"
"You already got me hard. I don't really give a fuck."
They were in the far end of the parking lot. There was a wire mesh fence between them and another warehouse yard. There were shipping containers stacked up higher than their heads, but anyone coming to look for his forklift would find him.
His radio squawked, calling loudly. "Gary and Don! Come to the front office." He ignored the dispatcher and kissed her again, his hands leaving smudges of oil on her pale chin.
Oh yes, he knew better. But there was something about her that made him lose track of being sensible.
He lowered his zipper. She knelt in front of him. She felt gravel dig into her pretty knees. What if she tore her stockings? How could she explain it at work? She pulled him deep inside her mouth. He was absolutely rock hard and she loved it. She was sucking a guyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s cock right there in the parking lot! She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe her audacity!
His dick was long, but narrow. She worked it back into her throat. She started breathing through her nose. She inhaled the "bad boy" smell of pot that he carried in his pocket.
"That's not what I had in mind," he protested after a minute or two.
"Where then?" she said, pulling off him, breathless, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
His dick sprang up and hit her in the face. He was so hard, so turned on! She wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t used to having this effect on men. She was always taken for granted, the little office gal who would fetch coffee, make copies, or run to the store to save someone else in The Company from taking time away from their more important task. She was always That Girl, the one everyone liked, who wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t quite threatening enough to back stab.
"Can you sit there?" He motioned and took her hand. He lifted her up on one of the waist high containers. Again, she struggled against having him lift her, but it wasn't a real slick move for her to hop to a level where he could enter her. He unzipped his coveralls and peeled back a layer of his clothes. Just enough to get to what he wanted. He opened her legs.
She looked around her, a little disoriented. It was totally daylight! This had to absolutely be the fastest it had ever gone from dull grey shadows to a bright, sunshiny morning.
"Well I absolutely have never done this before," she said, timid, but excited.
"And right here in the company parking lot..."
"I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help it. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re too fucking hot."
She could hardly believe her ears, could hardly believe she was saying the words and going through with her thoughts that was allowing this to take place. What if the semi driver found something wrong with the load and needed him? What if heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d noticed her stepping back into the yard and came to find out what was going on? The thought of her being seen with the forklift driver, all gritty with sweat and motor oil, totally turned her on. The thought of someone seeing her, her bare butt perched against the grit of the metal crate while he fucked her, well it made her crazy to think that she was actually going through with it, doing it right there in the yard.
What if the dispatcher comes looking for him?
"I can't wait," Gary whispered, begging. "You have to help me." He was holding her from falling off the container and he couldn't move his hands to steer his rock-hard dick between her thighs. She guided him, then moved her hand back to clutch the side. Somehow, she perched on the tiny edge of the container bracing herself as he slammed his seven inches deep inside of her. His breath was ragged as he sank into her, and she was half aware of the fullness inside her, and half aware that she was going to slip off and land in a big greasy puddle, should she lose her grip. She had to hold it together. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t go to work if she ended up in the grease! It was all so spontaneous, and so precarious. It made her so fucking wet to know that he just looked at her panties and lost control... Now he had her up on the corner of a great steel container and was ramming her to beat the band. Oh my God. The corner of the metal container dug uncomfortably into her leg, but she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t care. It was too fucking wild that he was just doing her, right there, right where anyone walking over to find him could see.
If that happened, everyone in The Company would know by noon. WasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t he thinking about what he was doing? This was nuts!
She was torn. The good girl part of her was totally mortified, totally wanted to jump down off the corner of the container, pull herself together and go have coffee with the office girls upstairs. What if someone looked down out of one of the windows to see? Everyone would know it was her, they all could recognize her jumper. One morning, sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d proudly brought it into work to show it off. It was one-of-a-kind. She felt a knot of panic bubble in her stomach. Her wild thoughts added to the thrill.
"I like this," he said. The straggled words got lost somewhere in her hair. His eyes were slightly out of focus, he was lost inside himself inside his head.
He picked up the pace, thrusting intently. She felt the chill of the metal under her ass. She clutched at the edges of the box, hoping she wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t fall off. His eyes closed. The good girl side of her demanded that he hurry.
"IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m gonna come!"
Oh my God, what if somebody heard him? Frantically, she glanced around, certain that heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d been back here too long and certainly his foreman was going to come find him.
The radio receiver on his forklift whistled and squawked. "You there, Gary? Quit fuckinÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ ignoring me, Man."
She felt his muscles tighten as he jammed himself in deeper. He grunted and pumped her full of creamy jizz. He had to catch her as she almost lost her balance and tumbled into a pile of used car parts.
Not that it mattered, but she couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t cum. Not just then. The whole situation totally thrilled her, beyond her wildest dreams, but she spent the whole time frozen, terrified that someone was going to find her there, being fucked by the forklift driver. Right in the yard. Right there at work! Oh, the girls in The Company would have a complete fit if they found out. She would lose all credibility. "What a whore she is," they would all whisper in their most vindictive voices.
She giggled to think of the looks on their faces.
He backed away from her, his dick still visible, to answer his foreman on the radio. "Yah, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be right there. I was taking a leak."
Moments later, she hopped off the edge of the container and part of his load spattered down on the black pavement. Ã¢â‚¬ËœEvidence!Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ she thought. She wanted to bend over and wipe it up. But then she thought, Ã¢â‚¬ËœHell, thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s EVIDENCE!! He just fucked me in the yard, up there on a container, and thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a wad of evidence that it happened.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢
It thrilled her to think that maybe some day thereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be one of those uptight women from The Company prancing across the pavement, stepping right into their combined juices-- right there in the parking lot--on the way to an all too-expensive car as she went on to climb the corporate ladder.
Upstairs in the bathroom, she rinsed off, still not quite believing that sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d thrown all caution to the wind. She ducked into a stall and started fucking herself with her middle finger. It would only take a minute to cum, she was so hot from thinking about what theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d just done. It made her crazy with lust to think of his jizz seeping out of her twat, lubricating everything.
Then she thought about his foreman, Mike. He might have just stumbled upon them, fucking in the yard. What would he have done? Would he have pulled his own dong out of his pants and started jacking it right there? Would he have wanted to join in? Or would he have taken them both, half-dressed and leaking with cum, into the front office to talk to The Boss? That would have been a disaster. The end of her career. Over. Kaput. All over a little lust in the sunrise. Oh she was so turned on by the idea of being such a horrid slut that she had to be turned in to The Boss! What a scolding she would deserve, such a bad, bad girl.
Her body rocked as she came on the toilet.
She teased herself with thoughts of how embarrassed everyone would be, how horrified that it had happened to The Company. So mortified that she could bring it all to an end with a simple pair of black, satin panties.
She came a second time. She was sure she could cum again. She was sure of it.
Then she glanced at her watch. Oh, shit!
She stood and wiped herself with a Kleenex. She patted her dress and wiped a streak of oil off her cheek. She stepped into black satin panties and pulled them on over crotchless stockings.
Time to start work.
AuthorÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Note: If you liked this story, you might also check out Diary of a Nympho, another story where I got some at work one day.Thanks in advance for any comments. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t get any money to take chances and post my stories here; your feedback is my reward.She wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sure how she felt about that. But then what else was he supposed to say? Ã¢â‚¬ËœThank you,Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ he mouthed silently, and waved to her as he backed the lift out from their hiding place and chugged across the lot to the office.