1. Cushions


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: ufpe, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    the security of the truck to make my second hasty exit of the day. Now most men might have taken advantage of a non-contentious, naked counterpart, but losing my position after one day on a pure gravy job would be a resume killer. Once a safe distant from the townhouse, I pulled out a partially roasted joint and finished it off just as I turned into the parking lot of my favorite day old bread store. With the $40 worth of today's tips, I bought a case of pastries and sodas for the production crew before cruising back to the warehouse. Once I stepped onto the loading dock, I was overwhelmed with a sense of relief. Quickly I set about storing several pallets of raw materials and distributing the supplies with the pastries to the crew amidst their unique gestures of gratitude. One of the upholsterers that I was briefly introduced to the first day called me over. Her name was Serena, a mocha skinned exotic beauty that belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Her voluptuous curves and a youthful zest were guaranteed to fulfill the fantasies of even the least virile unimaginative male. “Kinda left in a hurry today,” she cooed with a sweet suggestive voice that would turn most males into a puddle of melted goo. “I uh, sorta had something on my mind; sorry,” I stammered. “That was obvious,” she replied as her eyes slowly wandered to my crotch, “Anytime you would like to share your thoughts or anything else for that matter, I'm available.” “Uh. . .Thanks,” I muttered as her words ...
    took root. Was she propositioning me or had my thinly veiled erection concealment failed miserably. I damned near tripped over my shoelaces as I scurried back to the delivery truck to stuff Dr. Wang's cushion into a discarded carton while trying to shrug off the obscure tendrils of paranoia. Why a prime looker like Serena would even consider an overfed, long-haired underachiever like myself escaped me, and I decided to ditch the cushion as quickly as possible and escape discreetly before my head exploded from the unlikely female interactions I had thus far experienced today. Just then, Dr. Wang rounded the corner into the storeroom and I wordlessly handed him the box with the cushion and a package of pastries. He smiled, a grateful smile, and motioned for me to follow him back to his office. Once inside with the door closed, he motioned me towards the only available chair and sat down heavily. “We just got a large contract from Happy Valley for six couches and several lounge chairs - might be the break we need to open a second facility on the other side of town. Any problems today?” “Not if you don't mind being raped by a sex crazed MILF,” I retorted somewhat sarcastically. “Thought that might happen,” he offered smugly as another uncharacteristic grin creased his weathered face. “I left her in a heap on the floor - think she's OK.” “I'll give her a call,” the Dr. returned sensing the concern in my last statement. “Everything else OK?” “Yeah, well you know that gorgeous babe ...
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