She had asked me for a favor but it was something that I was eager to do. It was a simple build really just drill, then bolt, and weld some steel together. She offered to bring me a drink while I worked. All of the thoughts of the last time we were together flooded my mind. The raw desire in her kiss. The feel of her body, the taste of her skin, the smile on her face as I pounded into her.
It was a Saturday so the shop and office were empty. I toiled away, lubricating the 11 gauge steel as the ½ drill bit chewed away at the metal, the shiny shavings left like crumbs after eating cookies. She arrived wearing jeans and a pink sweater. Her eyes smiling. I on the other hand, was covered in dirt and grime from handling raw steel, cutting oil spitting all over me, carbon dust from the abrasive blade. She was undeterred. Her lips met mine and she pulled me close. The electricity between us sparked brighter than the MIG welder I was just using. I grabbed her hair as our tongues danced rhythmically to a tune that neither of us could hear but both knew well.
I reached down and slid my hand in her jeans and grabbed that luscious ass. I looked down at her and she replied, "What? You told me not to wear them" I smiled recalling that I told her that I prefer her not wear underwear so that I can have access whenever I want. What a good little slut for me. My cock was growing as hard as the steel that I was working with. "Keep that up and I'll fuck you on my desk" I growled in her ear. "Fine with me," she purred.