Ara

Being lonely finally got the best of me. Two years passed since I had enjoyed the company of a woman. While I was overall enjoying a good life, the truth is that I missed the sexuality and presence of another person.

I found that and more in the most unlikely place and with the most unlikely woman.

I didn't realize how pronounced the need had become until about three months ago. My internal intrusive thoughts got the better of me. I work at a major distribution hub for a well-known retailer. While I typically spend most of my day processing data, I sometimes need to work sporadically on the distribution floor where fifty other people work. Many of the employees are female, and most are in good shape. During the warmer months, we can wear shorts and dress casually.

One woman in particular stands out. She's forty, with shoulder-length black hair. She's in fantastic shape for forty. She also talks like the typical man might in a blue-collar job. Her unapologetic style would get her into serious hot water at any other company. Here, it's normal.

Over the last few months, she's commented about needing more overtime or a part-time job. When summer started, I started going by the breakroom to get a soda. Kara sat in the corner. She wore a skimpy t-shirt that exposed a lot, especially if her arms were over her head lifting. Cindy, one of her floor coworkers, asked Kara about finding overtime.

Kara laughed. "I'm going to start giving handjobs for $25 if I can't get more overtime."

Cindy laughed. "$50 sounds more reasonable."

I laughed louder than I intended. Kara and Cindy both looked up from the table. Kara maintained eye contact a bit longer than I expected. I hurriedly retrieved my soda and left.

By Friday, as dumb as it sounds, all I could think about was Kara's tanned arm and fingers circled around my dick. Because of how fantasies work, I also imagined her sitting in my office without a shirt on as she did it. Around 9 a.m., Kara walked past my office door. She was talking loudly, as she always did. She was wearing black shorts and one of her favorite tank tops. So pronounced was my fantasy that I went to the back bathroom that almost no one used and jacked off. It only took twenty seconds. All I could imagine was Kara's hands on me, watching and waiting for me to cum. That's not entirely true. I also imagined her kneeling over my face as my tongue darted inside her.

By lunch, I was still horny. I went to the back lot, where several picnic tables were arranged. Most employees didn't bother going to the back because of the distance from the main breakroom. Truthfully, I also knew that Kara sometimes preferred to go out back because she could smoke without being scolded. I sat at the furthest table with my back toward the loading areas.

A few minutes later, I heard someone's shoes crunching on the gravel. I didn't turn. To my surprise, Kara sat down at the end of the table. She cupped her hand around her cigarette and lit it, drawing in a huge puff.

"Hey, John. What have you been up to?" Kara looked at me over the cigarette.

I was surprised. Kara had never gone out of her way to talk to me. Her sidekick Cindy always accompanied her.

"Work, work, work. How about you?"

Kara exhaled. I watched as the smoke drifted out of her mouth and nose. She leaned over the table. Though I knew I shouldn't, I looked directly at her bra. It was a black one with silver trim. When I saw her face, she was looking at me directly. I'd been caught.

Before I could make an excuse, Kara shrugged. "Trying to make ends meet, you know?"

I nodded, thankful she hadn't called me out for staring at her tits. In my defense, they were nice and firm. More than once, I'd seen her nipples poking through.

Kara leaned over even more. I avoided taking another look inside her shirt.

I can't explain what came over me. Even though I didn't take another look, something must have misfired in my brain. I never talk disrespectfully to a woman. The countless times the image of her stroking my dick must have shortcircuited my logic.

"Kara, if you need to make a little money, I have a way you can help us both." When the words left my mouth, I looked at Kara's face in horror. Saying such a thing could get me fired. I'm not anyone's supervisor, but such things can be taken out of context. That I had something specific in mind might not save me.

"How's that, John? We can't get more than ten overtime hours a pay period." Kara held my eyes.

I stuttered. "Well, I... you know..."

"No, I don't know, John. Spell it out for me." Kara took another drag from her cigarette as she continued to look directly into my eyes.

"I heard you and Cindy talking in the breakroom, and I..."

Kara cut me off mid-sentence. "So you thought you could just proposition me for a handjob at work? Just like that?"

Kara immediately stood up from the table. She flicked her cigarette across the gravel. Lifting her shirt, she put on display her tits. Her stomach was flat and lean. I gulped.

She returned her shirt to cover herself. "There you go, pervert. That's your answer."

I imagined Kara would immediately find Cindy and tell her what I'd said. My face flushed. Kara marched off and back inside the building.

I sat at the tables, worried. If Kara reported me, I would likely get fired. After being outside longer than I was supposed to be, I decided to go back inside and take whatever punishment I deserved for behaving so unprofessionally.

To my surprise, no one called or came by my office. Maybe Kara kept my indecent proposal to herself. The end of the day couldn't get there fast enough.

At 4:45 p.m., I realized I could stay until six without finishing my last to-do. Shutting down my computer, I turned to put something in my cabinet to the left. When I swiveled my chair back, I jumped.

Kara stood inside my office doorway, hands on hips.

"About earlier, Kara, I am so sorry..."

Once again, I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Relax, John. I'm not here to make you lose your job. If you do that, how are you going to pay me?" Kara smiled. It was an unusual smile, one conveying sarcasm.

"Pay you for what?" I had ideas of blackmail.

"For the handjobs, I'm going to give you."

I sat in my office chair, speechless. A tingle traveled down my spine, and my dick pulsed at the words she'd uttered.

She held up a finger. "Wait. We must discuss how much, how often, and where."

"You're actually going to let me pay you to jerk me off?" My voice sounded cracked.

Kara nodded. "You're going to wear a condom, for one. I'm thinking $50 each time. Agreed?"

I couldn't believe I was nodding my head affirmatively.

Kara turned and shut the door. She locked it.

I gulped. Kara came prepared. She pulled a condom from her back pocket and set her small purse on the floor next to the door.

"Stand up, John. I'll do the rest. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to make sure you have no complaints."

Kara put the condom between her teeth and pulled my belt loose. She then unbuttoned my shorts and yanked them down, along with my underwear. It felt absurd to be standing there with my shirt on and my pants down to my shoes.

My dick was already hard and standing out. Kara tore the corner of the condom packet and opened it. She reached for my dick with her left hand and expertly positioned the condom over the head of my dick. The sensation of her fingers on me was almost too much. She rolled the condom down as far as she could.

"Ready?" Kara smiled. She didn't wait for me to answer. She stood to my left and reached in front of me with her right. She began to squeeze and lightly pump me. No woman had touched me in over two years.

Kara looked at me from a slightly bent position and asked, "How's this?"

"Fucking fabulous. Thank you."

"Don't thank me, John. This is a business transaction. I do this for free a lot. Why shouldn't I get paid for it, too? I've given blowjobs in the bathroom for nothing."

Imagining Kara's lips on my cock was electrifying. She seemed to be "all in" where sex might be concerned. I'd heard stories.

Kara began to pump me harder. As she did so, the condom started to roll up. Her fingers moved it down two or three times, interrupting my concentration. Kara took her hand off me entirely and reached out to me with both hands, pulling the condom off. She tossed it in the trashcan and leaned over to pick up her small purse. She rummaged around inside and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

"I have to be prepared. Sometimes, it needs to be quick. Some men can't get me wet quickly enough. Once they are inside, though, that's another story."

She squirted some onto her right hand and set the lube on my desk. Her hand returned to my dick. This time, it felt warm and slick. Immeasurably better. I groaned as Kara's fingers pulled at me hard. She was in great shape, and her grip strength demonstrated that. Her fingers moved from the head back to the base as she stroked me. I had a few good handjobs in my life, but none compared to this. The dirty, taboo circumstances probably enhanced the sensations further.

Kara gradually sped up, alternating the pressure around me. After a minute, she let go of me and applied more lube to both hands. Even though it had to be a little awkward for her, she leaned over and used both hands to pump me. Having fingers pull and caress at the same time she circled my shaft made me groan and thrust my hips. The lube made it feel like someone's pussy enveloping me.

"Back up with your ass against the desk. You might fall over."

I did as she instructed. Kara's hands didn't leave me. Instead, she did a dizzying dance with her fingers, stretching, touching, and jerking me as if she had five hands. Every sensation in my body felt like it came from my dick.

Kara's hands worked on me, furiously touching and pulling.

"Fuck!" I shouted as the first spurt flew out of me and landed at least three feet away from my shoes. Kara laughed and pumped even harder, sending blast after blast of my cum out across the floors. Her hands became even slicker. As my orgasm slowed, she continued to pay tribute to my grunts and thrusts with enthuiastic fingers. She finally pulled long and hard along my dick, getting all she could out of me.

"Whew! That was the best I've ever had, Kara." I smiled.

"Well, you need better girlfriends, John. If they aren't aiming to make you scream, they aren't worth having."

"Thank you, Kara."

She shook her head. "Don't thank me. I am not going to get paid for this without a fair return. Judging by the floor and your legs shaking, I feel confident I did."

I nodded. "That's an understatement."

"I'll leave you to go get cleaned up." Kara used wet wipes on my desk for her hands. "I'll text you my Venmo. $50. Make a note indicating that it is for housecleaning. We've got to have a cover story."

I realized that Kara had been planning this. I didn't mind. It was fifty dollars well spent. I'm not sure how I would have felt if I knew how much planning she'd done before our first encounter.

Kara retrieved her purse and turned toward me. "Next time? I'll bring a little something to spice it up even more. You'll like it. Trust me."

All I could say was, "Have a good weekend."

"You too," she replied. "It's starting well. $50 for a few minutes of work. And you're decently good-looking, too. So you got my fires burning a little bit, John. It's been a while since I've felt that." She unlocked the door and exited.

I stood in the middle of my office for a minute, feeling the aftershock of cumming so hard. A minute later, I started thinking about how to clean the mess and find a way to look presentable when I left.

...

I relived the moment three times that weekend. My dick was in my hand each time. Imagining that satisfied look she gave when she forced me to cum like a rocket.

Monday started typically. I saw Kara twice as I passed through the work floor. She nodded as I passed the first time, but she didn't acknowledge me the second time. Cindy smiled at me strangely when I encountered her in the breakroom. Tuesday was uneventful as well. While we hadn't agreed on a schedule, the truth was that I found myself experiencing random hardons. Staying sane until Friday would be a challenge. It's not like I could text her and ask.

On Wednesday, as lunch neared, I stood in my office listening to a voicemail. I heard someone enter my office. As I turned, Kara shut the door behind her. I listened to the lock click as she turned it.

Kara didn't greet me. She placed a white grocery bag near the door and set her purse on the desk as I hung up the phone. She pulled out her cell phone and the same tube of lube.

"Sit down, John. Pull down your shorts first, of course."

My head went slightly numb as I did so. My dick stuck straight up.

"Happy to see me?" Kara grinned devilishly.

Kara moved to the right side of my chair as I sat awkwardly. She unlocked her phone.

"I've got something for you to watch, John. Something for your imagination."

Kara leaned over and held the phone sideways.

My mouth flew open as the video started. Kara lay on a bed, her head and shoulders slightly off the end. Whoever held the phone recording the scene had a long dick. He guided it into her mouth. She didn't resist as he buried it inside her throat. Her breasts stood hard, and her nipples were erect. The man thrust in and out of Kara's mouth. She swallowed his long cock without gagging.

"Watch until the end, John." Kara's voice sounded like a command.

I watched in fascination as the man pumped faster and faster. There was no way she could let him cum in her throat and breathe. He grunted loudly, and it was apparent he was cumming in her throat as he face-fucked her. Kara didn't attempt to pull away. He came in her mouth for at least ten seconds. When he pulled out, cum trailed across her nose, eyes, and forehead. She smiled up at whoever was filming.

Kara clicked her phone off and sat it on my desk.

"How was that?" Kara looked up at me, waiting.

"I'm jealous. How do you do that?"

"Years of practice, John. Now, let's focus on you." Kara kneeled on the floor and pulled her T-shirt over her head. She wore a black bra without lace or trim.

Kara squeezed the lube on her right hand and moved slightly to my right. She wasted no time as she began to jerk me.

"Oh my god. I'm not going to last long." I felt like I was going to cum immediately.

"I know. That's what the video is for." Kara moved in front of me and pumped me hard with her right hand. Her left hand moved under my balls and pulled at them. I realized that her face was less than a foot away from the tip of my dick. All I could imagine was burying it somewhere inside her.

True to my word, my dick spurted, and the first blast went over her shoulder. The second shot fell on her left shoulder. The rest hit her right arm and across her bra. Kara continued to pump hard as I came and struggled against her fingers.

"That was great, John. You may wonder what it would feel like if you held the camera for that video."

I could barely think. The shock of how hard and quickly my orgasm came still held me in its grip. "Yes," I managed to mumble.

Kara stood up and picked up the grocery bag. She removed paper towels and three packages of wipes. She used paper towels to wipe her hands carefully, and I watched.

Opening the first pouch of wipes, she pulled a few out and moved toward me. Her fingers carefully squeezed out the last drops of my cum and then used the wipes to clean me off. No one had done that for me before. Kara used a few more to clean her arms and wipe her bra down.

"I might still smell like your cum. I like that." Kara gave me her devilish smile again. "Put these wipes somewhere we can use them, okay?"

Kara threw her t-shirt over her head. Grabbing her purse, she carefully opened the door and peeked outside. Darting through the door and closing it, she was gone.

...

Friday afternoon, as I shut down for the weekend, I kept looking toward my office door, hoping Kara would surprise me. By 5 p.m., she failed to show up. I went through the distribution area and noted that most everyone had left for the weekend. Walking across the parking lot, I fished my keys from my pocket and attempted to push Kara from my mind.

"It took you long enough."

I looked toward the back of my car in surprise. Kara leaned against the trunk. She must have changed clothes; she wore an incredibly tight blue shirt that ended above her navel.

I smiled like a schoolboy as I unlocked my car doors. "I waited in my office, hoping you'd come."

"That is an interesting choice of words, John. I like to keep things spicy. Do you mind if we take a drive?" Kara raised an eyebrow and grinned like she hadn't before.

"Get in," I told her as I opened the driver's door and started the car.

Kara hopped in and casually ran her left hand across my leg. Her hand caused my dick to jump in my shorts. "Let's take a drive to the river. There's a place to park near the boat ramp. Do you know it?"

"Yes, I do. It's not far." My first two encounters with Kara had been at work. Imagining what she might do to me by the river made my head fuzzy.

Kara pressed the radio button and chose an oldies station. I was surprised, given her usual choice of music.

As I turned on Highway 214, Kara reached over and unbuttoned my shorts, then worked the zipper down. She snaked her left hand into my underwear and squeezed my dick.

"Would you believe I looked forward to this, John? I know this is just a transaction, but there's something about how innocent you were until I got my hands on you." Kara smiled at me and jerked her hand slightly inside my shorts.

"You are ruining me," I said and laughed.

"You don't feel ruined. Lift your legs and hips a little."

I struggled to raise my legs from the seat while concentrating on driving. Kara did her best to pull my shorts and underwear off and down my legs. Once they were bunched at my knees, Kara leaned toward me and switched to her right hand. She pumped me lightly, and her hand circled under the tip of my dick repeatedly. I hoped that no one in a taller vehicle would pass us and see that I was getting a handjob inside my car. To my surprise, the idea excited me.

As Kara teased my dick, I turned off the highway and drove down the side road to the parking area. There were only two vehicles there. Both had empty boat trailers attached. I parked facing the river. The boat ramp was to the left, about thirty yards away.

I put the car in park and left it running.

"Put your seat back a little, would you? I need better access to this thing between your legs."

I adjusted my seat and attempted to kick my underwear and shorts further down. I managed to get my left foot free to spread my legs.

Kara leaned over and pumped me faster. I put both hands on the steering wheel and watched her fingers circle me and jerk. She had strong hands, and it was difficult to suppress the urge to cum quickly. She continued to vary the rhythm after realizing I wouldn't finish soon.

Two to three minutes passed, and Kara's hand squeezed and pumped me quickly.

"You're hard as a rock! Are you holding back?" She grinned at me. "That won't do at all, John."

Kara let go of my dick. I groaned reflexively. Kara sat up. She surprised me by opening her door. She looked over at me. "Get out of the car and come around to my side."

I must have given her an incredulous look.

"I'll make it worth your while, believe me. That we could get caught makes it hotter." She stepped out of the car and shut her door.

I peered around the lot and across the river. I'd never done anything risky. Looking through the passenger window and seeing Kara standing there shortcircuited my ability to worry about getting caught. I stepped out of the car and kicked off my shorts. Standing by the vehicle wearing a shirt and shoes without pants, I looked ridiculous.