"I slapped her tits with my cock, rubbed my balls on her nose, and sprayed all over her face."
That's the reason no one liked working with Leo. Not that he was a bad guy, he just had no filter when it came to speaking. Lines like that, to Leo, were as normal as "Good morning," or "Extra sugar with my coffee please."
The early fall was the busiest time of the year for the factory. They would often run a first and second shift on the production floor and a second and third shift in the warehouse. The two warehouse shifts being responsible for kitting parts for the the two production shifts to run smoothly. The bosses would ask for volunteers for third shift, eager for the bump in pay with the shift differential, I quickly took them up on the offer.
Leo had run of the warehouse on third shift, so I'd be working for him. I said my goodbyes to my line mates that Friday. They left me with goodbyes and more than a few "Have fun working with Leo," in an almost a warning tone. I had worked with Leo before, he seemed fine to me so I brushed it off. I went about my weekend as usual, looking forward to the next couple of months on the night shift.
I got to work a little early the following week figuring I'd need to get myself used to the layout of the warehouse. I was dressed pretty casual, sweats and a sweat shirt, I wasn't about to ruin decent clothes in the dusty and dirty warehouse. Working so late at night, with the only other employee being Leo, I decided to wear a pair of pantyhose under my sweats. It's not like we would be working that closely anyway.
Leo greeted me as I stepped into the warehouse and quickly ran down the list of jobs we had to get kitted up. He gave me a quick lesson on the computer, showing me what jobs were scheduled and what was needed for each job. After a quick tour of the warehouse showing me where the assorted parts were shelved, we got to work. Leo breaking out in conversation every so often. He kept most of it going, with me only nodding or giving one word acknowledgement of what he said. The second shift had finished a good chunk of the work orders scheduled, so we finished fairly quickly. After a recheck of what we had put together we broke for lunch.
During lunch Leo properly introduced himself, telling me what seemed to be his entire life story. It seemed he had held every blue collar job you could imagine from construction, truck driving, some mechanic work, even driving a train. It showed on Leo, he was a rugged guy. I guessed his age to be about 60 or so, still, he held up well. Despite a beer gut, he still held an impressive figure. He stood about 5'9" or so. Thick arms and barrel chested, with salt and pepper hair and goatee, he was a "manly" man. So far working with Leo was great. The warnings of my first shift coworkers quickly forgotten. After lunch we headed back to the warehouse.
We kitted up the last of the work orders, we still had another couple hours left on the clock. Leo suggested we restock the shelves, there were some carts loaded with parts made in house. We inventoried them and got to work restocking. Hauling boxes around the warehouse made for hot work, I took off my sweat shirt and kept at it. Lifting a box onto an upper shelf I heard Leo come down the aisle.
"Hey! Those pantyhose you got on?" his voice echoed in the warehouse.
With my arms lifted, my shirt had come un-tucked, exposing my mid section. I set the box down, embarrassed, trying to cover myself quickly.
"Yeah," I answered meekly.
"Ah don't sweat it. Different strokes for different folks I guess," he chuckled as he walked back down the aisle.
The rest of the night went without incident, Leo saying nothing about the pantyhose at all. Waiting out the clock we spent the last half hour talking. Leo, again, holding most of the conversation. I learned during Leo's time on the road and rails he was quite promiscuous. "Nailing anything with a hole in it some nights," as he put it. The shift bell rang, we left for the day.
The next night was more of the same. We packed the kits, Leo telling his tales of the road. While not the most eloquent story teller, he still painted quite a picture. The stories of his sexual conquests rivaled those I had read in Penthouse in my teens.
"She was on my cock the entire ride," he said coming back from one of the aisles. "Bet that pitched a tent in your pantyhose kid."
