Where it happened: back room
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was working in a fast food wholesale house where we stored and shipped foods to the various outlet stores while trying to go full-time to college. It was a shitty time and I had little time for social life. . . that is until I met Laney.
Laney was my age but married and working nights to support her husband who was out of work and on drugs. She had chosen to remain with him because her family insisted and for religious reasons but the marriage was a sham.
I learned about her slowly over the weeks as we worked together and found her to be friendly, intelligent and beautiful. Of course, my mind soon turned to something more but being a virgin and inexperienced with women it remained only a dream.
Then, one night, when the workload was light and there was time to kill, we sat together on a bale of old sacks that were used for mattresses when we had time to sleep on evenings such as we were experiencing.
We talked about something; I don’t remember what. Suddenly she asked me, “Do you like me? Do you ever want me?” and I was forced to respond that I did and that I wanted her more than anything. She said sim,ply, “Meet me in the women’s bathroom upstairs.”
Minutes later, I had climbed the darkened stairs and found my way to the women’s bathroom where I found Laney. This bathroom had a small day-bed where women might go to rest when taken ill.
Laney moved to me as I entered, kissed me on the lips, and stepped back asking if this was my first time and I replied that it was. We took it slow and easy as Laney guided and directed me in the art of love making. She was gentle and kind and supported my fragile ego as we made out.
I gladly did everything I was told and enjoyed each new sensation to the fullest as we prepared for the main attraction. Finally, Laney moved over on the day-bed and motioned me between her thighs where I soon found myself putting my penis into the softest, warmest, smoothest vagina I could ever imagine. It was my first and my best ever. . .
When it was over, I left Laney to cleanup and make herself presentable as I returned to work. No one in the warehouse even suspected where we had been or what we’d done. Since then, Laney and I have been together perhaps a hundred times and as I prepare to graduate from college and leave my night job, I would like to take her with me. .