She sighed heavily as she drove onto the oil pad, the drill supervisor who hated her was working tonight, again. As a biologist, she was contracted to watch the endangered plant species off to the side of the oil pad. This was the main focus, but she was also in charge of making sure all EPA regulations were followed. Most of the guys didn't mind her, liked her even, then some hated her because of the regulations she enforced. One of those men was the drill supervisor, he ignored her and would not work with her unless necessary and even then she got grunts and nods. She was hoping he would be on the day shift this week, but no such luck.
He watched as she pulled her truck in and got out, his stomach did a little flip and he chided himself. He thought he would get her out of his head by now. When he first met her he was immediately attracted to her, he was also dating someone else. His "brilliant" move was to ignore and avoid her completely, which was easy since he wasn't a fan of some of the EPA regulations. He hadn't seen her for a few months, in that time the girl he was dating decided she was happier with her "best friend," they guy he shouldn't worry about. He wished he could take back his behavior and start fresh with her. He watched her walk in the small trailer to get her paperwork. Her long dark hair was down, the buttons on her shirt undone showing the white tank top underneath. Was she not wearing a bra??
She could feel his eyes on her. Despite his behavior, she could barely maintain eye contact with him because of the intensity she always felt. She leaned over to fill out her log, conscious of her decision to forgo a bra. It was too uncomfortable for the night shift when she grabbed sleep in between duties. She chatted with the others on the crew, becoming more aware of him the longer she stayed. She cut the conversation short, wanting to go back to her truck.
He watched her go, thinking about the view he got down her shirt, he could feel the blood rush to his dick. Over the next few hours, he watched her truck, it was near the plants outside the pad where there was little light so he couldn't make out very much. He was hoping to apologize as he walked over to the driver's side, pausing as he got closer. Her seat was back, her eyes were closed, he thought she was sleeping until he looked further down. She had one hand on her breast, flicking her nipple, the other disappeared below her waistband. He froze, mesmerized, instantly feeling himself go hard. His eyes roamed over her body, wanting to take off every shred of clothing.
She couldn't explain why she was thinking of Derek, the drill supervisor, as she rubbed circles over her clit with her juices. Her pleasure increased as she rubbed her nipple, getting her closer to cumming. Fuck, the things she wanted to do to that man even though he was an ass.