I had always assumed that experiences like this happened between friends of longstanding, folks who knew each other for years and had a history, but last week I learned that this is not always the case. Sam and I started working together at a local warehouse just two months ago. We were among a group of a dozen or so new employees and somehow gravitated towards each other during the full day of somewhat boring safety and procedural lectures which are typical for this type of work environment and ended up sitting next to each other during lunch. I found it easy to talk to him, and it appeared that he was a fairly congenial guy who liked to talk just as much as I did.
The following day we were ready to go at 7 am. I was surprised to find that, already, our numbers had shrunk. Apparently, it took only a few hours of orientation for some to discover that they were not cut out to work in a warehouse! Sam and I were standing next to each other when the manager walked our way and said, "How about if the two of you come along with me."
We followed her to a different work station where she explained that, unlike the rest of the group, we would be working as a team to go out and pick heavier items. This required some additional training, but Sam and I were both agreeable, and soon we were working as a team, independent of most of the other employees.
We found that the days went by quickly as we had each other to talk to, and we both had a similar work ethic so we discovered that the assignments that we got were reasonable as long as we kept a steady pace. Working in a warehouse can be a lonely experience for many. There are people all around, but often each individual is focused on his or her work leaving very little time for personal interaction. But, it was different for Sam and I. We chatted about all sorts of things as we made our way around the warehouse together. We talked about our families , our past work experiences, and about the daily news. Only a week or so had passed when Sam began talking about his wife, Suzy, and that is when life became especially interesting.
Most of my career had been spent in professional settings, places where one would be very cautious before sharing personal information with coworkers, particularly stories about the bedroom. This was different, Sam was obviously comfortable with sharing details about the sex life that he shared with Suzy, always in a respectful manner, but details that no other guy had shared with me before.
We talked about oral sex, about how Suzy had never been hesitant to give him a blow job, how she seemed to relish the thought and look forward to it. I told him that my limited experience was that most women somewhat reluctantly engaged in that kind of activity while many simply refused to do it. His response was that I needed some new experiences!
We talked about anal sex, about how Suzy experienced enhance pleasure when she was stimulated not only in front , but in back as well, how she liked a well lubed finger to gently probe her ass while he licked her clit with his tongue. I looked straight into his eyes to try to determine if he was being truthful or telling stories like so many guys did in the locker room back in the days of school. His expression told me that he was being completely forthright. I had to confess to him that I never brought up the subject of anal stimulation with a woman.
We talked about threesomes, about how Suzy often shared fantasies about how she would like to have two men in the bedroom at once, two men who shared the objective of showering her with pleasure. I told him that I had heard of such experiences, but nearly all, if not everyone of them involved a guy with two women. It had never occurred to me that a woman would want two men with her in bed. I was brought up to believe that men enjoyed sex and that women endured it. What Sam was telling me completely opened up some new doors in my thinking about sex. He smiled and told me that I needed some new experiences. This was becoming a common refrain in our discussions!
As the end of our third week working together drew in sight, Sam asked me if I would like to join him and Suzy for dinner after work on Friday. It sounded like a nice way to finish up the work week, so I gladly accepted the offer. All day on Friday we tossed around different options for dinner, but then settled on a local pizza shop. I dashed home, showered, and put on a fresh pair of jeans and shirt and opted to ride my motorcycle to the meeting spot. The evening was cool, and my leather jacket was just the right weight to keep me comfortable for the short ride.
Arriving a few minutes early, I asked for a table for 3 and was just settling in when I saw Sam and Suzy come in the door. Sam spotted me and led Suzy to the table. I rose to my feet to greet Suzy and was immediately struck by her warm smile. She was wearing a simple black dress which emphasized her red hair. As she sat down, I could not help but notice that her breasts jiggled slightly, a sign that underneath she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were independent, and I was soon to learn that her spirit was as well.
"Sam has told me a lot about you," she opened. "I am glad that he did not wait any longer before arranging for us to get together."
My mind began racing. Just what was it that Sam was telling her, I wondered.
As if she were reading my mind, she continued, " I think you are even more attractive than he described."
"That is very kind of you," I responded, not really knowing what else to add.
Although it felt somewhat awkward for a few seconds, our conversation took off, and soon we were enjoying each other's company, sharing stories from the warehouse, sharing plans for the upcoming summer months, taking time out just to order drinks and pizza before resuming our conversation. Before I knew it, two hours had passed, our table had been cleared and the waiter was asking if we needed anything else. The message was clear - he was happy for our business but he was ready to call it a night. Suzy thanked the waiter and told him that we would be leaving soon.
