George McLean had worked at the New City Nuclear Power Station as a security guard for the past nine and a half years. The slightly overweight 47 year old had been a security guard since he'd left high school, but this power station job was by far the best gig he'd had. Unlike the banks, building sites and multi-story corporate offices where he'd worked in the past, guarding the power station could almost be done in his sleep.
George shared the four till midnight twilight shift with Kevin Donaghy, his fellow security guard and best friend of the past three years. Most of the security measures in place at the New City Power Station were automated. Access controlled doors, metal detectors, CCTV, alarm systems, like most things these days, almost everything was computer controlled. All George and Kevin really had to do was keep an eye on the secure doors to the reactor, laboratory and mainframes.
As far as George could figure it, there wasn't a lot inside worth taking anyway, so the chance of trouble was pretty low. About the worst he'd had to deal with in his nine and a half years on the job was a couple of protestors, complaining about some green, save the planet issue. Truth be told, they were more like receptionists than security guards.
"Did you catch the game last night McLean?" Kevin asked his pal between bites of his chocolate coated donut, interrupting George's thoughts.
"Yeah, the Saints fucking suck," George replied, referring to the bottom of the table New City team.
"You got that right McLean," Kevin replied in agreement.
Kevin always referred to George by his surname -- McLean -- because he knew the grey haired security guard got a kick out of it. George shared the surname with John McLean, Bruce Willis's action hero character from the Die Hard movies. George knew that he was no hero, but the name made him feel like a tough guy, rather than the no hoper that he truly was.
The McLean surname had never got George laid however. If you discounted the odd hooker he'd hired from time to time, George hadn't had sex since his marriage had broken up 14 years ago. He'd never had the gift of the gab, or the looks, to attract the ladies.
Their conversation was interrupted by the buzzer sounding on the doors to the secure area of the plant. George glanced up at the CCTV monitor to his right and saw a young, blonde woman in a white lab coat waiting outside. Beneath the open front of the coat, the blonde was wearing a smart black business skirt and a crisp white blouse. The carefully positioned and elevated camera gave George and Kevin the perfect view at the woman's attractive face, and a glimpse down the neckline of her blouse, revealing a hint of the delightful cleavage contained within.
"Please identify yourself at the access scanner Dr Lane," George spoke into the intercom.
The attractive blonde nodded and leant forward to wave her access card in front of the proximity scanner, the motion giving George and Kevin an even better view of the swelling tops of her ample breasts, despite her buttoned blouse.
"Holy shit," breathed George in admiration, taking his finger off the intercom button. "Sarah just gets hotter and hotter every time I see her."
"You got that right," murmured Kevin in agreement, licking his suddenly dry lips.
There was a buzzing sound as Dr Sarah Lane's access card was accepted and the magnetic locks on the secure doors unlocked.
"Hi guys," Sarah greeted them with her usual friendliness as she entered the security area. Her high heeled shoes clicked on the floor as she swept past the admiring gazes of the two guards, her lab coat hiding the best views of her long legs and firm posterior from their hungry gazes.
She was gone far too quickly for George's liking, the long legged scientist disappearing into the laboratory area to get on with her work.
"I still can't believe a brainy chick like her has such a smoking hot body," breathed Kevin in admiration, scratching at his nuts through his pants.
"Hey, that's my future wife you're lusting after," joked George in reply.
"One day you'll have to give her the old McLean frisking," Kevin replied with a wink, referring to the time when a particularly attractive courier had turned up at the power plant and George had tricked her into letting him pat her down. George had managed to cop a very nice feel of her tits and ass without getting himself slapped silly in the process. The idea of patting down Dr Sarah Lane made George's cock stir, although he knew that she was far too smart to fall for a prank like that.
After the highlight of Dr Lane's arrival, the shift continued on with the usual day to day boredom of life as a security guard. At about 5.30pm Kevin stood up from his seat in front of the CCTV monitors and stretched, letting out a loud yawn.
"I'm gonna head off for a patrol of the reactor housing and generators, it's too boring sitting here all day," Kevin announced. Station roaming patrols were a twice daily requirement of his and George's jobs; however they were rarely that diligent. Most of the day staff would have gone home by now so it was an ideal time for the patrol.
George was about to sit back in his chair and daydream about Sarah Lane's breasts, when the buzzer sounded on the secure doors.
"A visitor?" murmured George in surprise as he looked up at the CCTV monitor. Standing at the doors was a drop dead gorgeous brunette. She wore a very short tan skirt that barely came down to mid-thigh, displaying a pair of long slender legs, and a tight fitting white blouse. The front of the blouse swelled out, containing an incredible pair of breasts that seemed to dwarf even Sarah Lane's massive knockers.
George took a moment to regain his composure as he stared at the beautiful brunette in admiration. "Please identify yourself ma'am," he finally managed to stammer over the intercom.
"Bronwyn Holmes," she replied. "I'm here to meet with Dr Lane."
George frowned at the reply, Sarah had never had visitors before and at this evening hour it seemed an odd time for a visit.
"I've got an appointment," the woman added.
George leaned over and took a look at the meetings log, sure enough Sarah had pencilled in a 'B. Holmes' for this evening.
"I'll buzz you through," announced George, pressing the red access button and letting the buxom visitor through the secure access doors. He couldn't help but notice her large bust jiggle slightly as she walked through, her high heeled shoes clicking on the floor.
"Please step up to the red line there," said George, pointing to a painted red line on the floor as he got up from behind the desk and moved over to stand in front of the attractive visitor. "As part of the Station security procedures I'm going to have to check you for weapons and explosives," George explained.
The woman smiled and raised one eyebrow doubtfully, "Explosives?"
"I know it seems a little silly ma'am," agreed George," but the terrorist threat against a facility such as this is very real." The line had worked wonders with the courier and Kevin's 'McLean frisking' comments, combined with the sight of Bronwyn Holmes' ample chest had inspired old George.
"Terrorists?" Bronwyn repeated dubiously.
"That's right, this is a nuclear power plant after all."
"Very well," Bronwyn said with a sigh of agreement.
George gave a nod, trying to contain his grin of excitement as he moved around behind her.
"Wait," said Bronwyn. George's heart sank and he froze in place. "Shouldn't you have one of those metal detector wands."
"Ah..." George stammered a little uncertainly. "We do but..." he glanced over at the shelving on the far wall where there was indeed a metal detector. "But it's not working at the moment. I'm going to have to do a manual pat down."
"Oh, okay then," Bronwyn said with a shrug.
George stepped behind her. "Please extend your arms out to the sides and remain in position."
George ran his hands along first one arm, then the other, giving them a very cursory search. He intended to be a lot more thorough on the rest of her killer body however. He ran his hands down her sides, his fingertips lightly brushing the sides of her heavy breasts, giving him a taste of what was to come. His searching hands slid over the womanly curve of Bronwyn's hips and down the outside of her thighs.
The gorgeous brunette didn't even flinch as George's hands brushed down over her bare lower thighs and knees, although there was clearly nothing to search there. He then ran his hands up the back of her long legs, almost tempted to dip up under her skirt, but not wanting to take that risk quite yet, he had other treasures in mind.
George licked his lips as his hands slid up over the outside of her skirt, sliding up until he cupped the firm cheeks of her buttocks in his palms. George then gave Bronwyn's delightfully rounded ass a slight squeeze, half expecting to be slapped at any second. The slap didn't come however, so George ran his palms in a circle over Bronwyn's skirt-clad posterior and gave it another squeeze before sliding his hands up to her hips again.
"Almost done," he told her, stepping closer and resisting the urge to thrust his bulging hard-on against her ass. His hands slid around her front, rubbing over her flat stomach and then moving upwards.
His hands trembled and George felt as though his pants were about to explode as his hands moved up towards the woman's massive tits. He gave a barely audible groan as he cupped the underside of her heavy boobs, his thumbs rubbing over their sides. The woman still didn't complain so George pushed his luck further, his hands moving up and closing right over her big tits, cupping them through her blouse.
George bit his lower lip as his hard crotch brushed against her ass and he gave Bronwyn's breasts a firm squeeze. George ran his hands over the large melons more groping than searching as he explored their expanse. Her wonderfully large jugs felt firm and perky despite their size, she was wearing what felt like a lace bra beneath her blouse, but he still felt the hard jut of her nipples through the layers of material.
"Are you done?" Bronwyn asked impatiently as George mauled at her bosom.
"Ah," George stammered, snapping out of the trance her breasts had placed on him. He released her tits. "I, um. I can't tell, it feels like you might have something in there."
"I do, my tits," she replied, a bit annoyed by the security guard at this point.
"I need to check," George swallowed, his was shaking with excitement at the groping he'd been able to get away with. She was far hotter than the courier he'd tricked and Bronwyn's tits were absolutely out of this world. "Can you please open your blouse."
The pretty brunette frowned, clearly frustrated. "You're not going to grope me more?"
George did his best innocent look. "Of course not ma'am. I just need a quick look, to make sure you don't have a gun hidden in there."
Bronwyn sighed in annoyance, but to George's delighted surprise she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.
