I can resist everything except temptation

[Rick345]

The alarm buzzes and, stretching a hand out to shut it off, it tumbles off the nightstand and lands with a muffled thud, still buzzing as it lies on the floor. I set up, shaking my head, trying to chase out the cobwebs as jet black hair falls across my ice blue eyes. Eyes that are merely slits at the ungodly hour of three in the morning, but it's time to get ready for work.

I look behind me and Jane is still sound asleep, her auburn hair flayed across the pillow as her ample breasts raise and fall as she breathes. I reminisce for a moment about how, during the beginning of our marriage, she’d wake me with a blowjob. But those days are long gone, so I stumble to the shower and adjust the water till it's just the right temperature and hop in.

Soaping my arms and chest, working my way down to my balls. I’m tempted to jerk off, but there isn't enough time. Rinsing off my body and shampooing my hair, then rinsing the suds out of my hair, I grab a towel and dry off, and walk to the vanity to shave and comb my hair. Noticing the time, it's already 3:30, and the clock-in time is 4:00 on the nose. I pick up the alarm clock as I pull some underwear and a pair of jeans from the oak dresser. A wedding present from Jane’s parents.

I slip on a shirt and socks, then stuff my feet into a pair of size 11 work boots, thanking my lucky stars the warehouse is just minutes away. Making my way out the door, dreading having to stuff my 6-foot frame into beat-up ten-year-old red Toyota Corolla, which always seems a smidgen too small.

Pressing the start button, the car comes to life, and I carefully back out of the driveway. Within minutes, I’m pulling into the company parking lot, my place of employment for the past ten years. It wasn’t a bad job, but it was boring sitting on a forklift loading pallets into trucks day after day, the same old thing. The only thing that changed is that sometimes I unloaded the trucks.

As I parked my car and wrestled my 200-pound frame out of my mobile sardin can I noticed there was one difference a new car in the parking lot. A car I don’t recognize.

Another poor soul has fallen from the grace of God into the depths of hell, I think to may say as I unclip my employee ID badge and swipe it across the time clock to clock in.

 

[Baddie4Life]

The alarm buzzes and I awake groggily. My ears ring as I try to remember it’s a work day. I’m starting a new job. Then I sit up holding my head as I try to recall the routine I set forward for this week. I stand up and straight away go to the shower to clean myself to freshen up before I start my daily ritual now of making myself ready for work. The time is early enough to start my shift soon, luckily I live close l enough to work that I don’t have a massive commute. New job.

As I come back from my shower I check my phone to see if there are any messages from James, but he’s still away working in the big city. He was without a doubt the main bread winner, but his attention to me had been lacking of late. Long gone has all the attention been on me and his work had taken priority in software financial services. It’s frustrating. I think on this as I sort out my blondish hair into a braid at the back and apply my make up. Eye liner and some fine tuning are required to preserve the look of my more youthful early 20s. I’ve taken this job to show him I can work and contribute.

I open my underwear and slip on a nice black floral lace thong and bra. I consider wearing tights to work, but today I feel more in the mood for stockings and suspenders. Hidden under my skirt, no one can tell anyway. I enjoy the thrill of dressing naughtily underneath…you never know who is watching, especially at work in a workplace. I then put on my black blouse, grey skirt and black heels. Finally a few bits of jewellery like my ear rings, bracelet and watch. I check myself out in the mirror and adjust my skirt so it’s in that sweet spot just above knee, but below my thigh highs.

I then step outside the large house my husband mostly paid for and get into my black BMW convertable my husband bought me. I fly in the car to the site I now work to maintain the fascade I’m a meaningful contribution to the lifestyle I live. I get out my car and walk straight to reception … did I get here early? Maybe my alarm was broke. I walk to the main building up the steps in my heels…maybe I shouldn’t have stared this job in such a high heel…oh well.

I get given an ID badge and begin my new role on reception. I feel nervous, but confident.

 

[Rick345]

I walk up to stall number seven and give a visual inspection of the machine I’ll be riding for the next eight hours and checking for any oil or hydraulic leaks, and wrapping the Aluminum beer keg looking natural gas cylinder behind the driver’s seat to check how full it is before I check the gas gauge. I’ve been doing the job long enough to estimate the fullness of the tank by the sound it makes when I knock on it with my knuckles.

No oil spots on the floor, and the tank is half full, which is good enough to last till lunchtime. I twist the knob on the tank to open it up. Then hop into the well-worn driver’s seat and press the start button. The motor whirls to life.

As I let my machine warm up as I hear, “Johnson front and center.”

I shut off my trusty steed and dismount her and amble over to the foreman’s desk a few dozen yards away. Wondering what’s up. Wondering if someone reported me for the little game I play with my co-workers. Every morning, I think of a question to ask everyone I meet in my rounds.

Most of the time, the questions are innocent, like, “If you were a cartoon character, who would you be and why?”, “If people had tails like animals do, what kind of tail would you have?”

Sometimes the questions are a bit risque, “What’s your favorite sexual position?”, : What is the most unusual place you ever had sex?” Whenever I couldn’t think of a question, I’d ask the mostly female crew to come up with a question, and they’d come up with some doozies. Questions far more provocative than I ever thought of. Perhaps I was in trouble for asking one of their questions. Some of those questions certainly made me blush.

My worries were ill-founded when I walked up to Mac, our foreman, and all he said was “Take these to the front office.” As he shoves an envelope of bills laden into my hands, not even looking up from the schedule he’s working on.

“Yes, sir,” I replied with a sigh of relief. I walked to the elevator.

Stepping inside and pressing the second-floor button. The old, worn-out beast moaned and rumbled as it made its way to the second floor. When the doors slid open, the contrast to the work level below was striking. The floods were tiled the polished marble gleamed. Spotless oak and mahogany desks, brightly polished, seem to glow. Prints of artworks hung on the walls. The contrast between the second floor and downstairs always reminded me of the scene in “The Wizard of Oz”, when things changed from black and white to color.

I looked around for a minute for Sally, the receptionist, it was always fun flirting with her. There was someone else sitting at her desk. A curvy Burnett, her hair adorned with highlights.

I run my fingers through my hair and straighten my collar as I approach her. Flashing my best smile, “Excuse me, here are yesterday's bills of lading. I usually give them to Sally Strong. Is she around?”
Allowing my eyes to travel over this stunning woman before me, hoping I’m not too obvious. I didn’t want to leer, I didn’t want to come off as vulgar, but she was a looker to be sure.

 

[Baddie4Life]

The job was very easy and was most likely going to be a tedious admin fest.

I then saw a man approach with some bills and he was someone from the lower levels. He asked about Sally, but clearly wasn’t too informed about all the changes that had taken place.

“I’m afraid she had to take a career change…so you’ll have to make do with me” I muse as I take the bills from him. My eyes can’t help notice his wedding ring…another married man…was everyone here a traditional married young type.

“You work on the forklifts downstairs?” I ask curious about his time for the firm.

 

[Rick345]

“Make due?” I grin, “Mmmmm, that won’t be a problem at all.”, placing the envelope in her hands. Her remark caused a smile.

Enjoying the soft, smooth warmth of her touch. I couldn’t help but notice how her eyes lingered on his ring. Once considered not wearing it any longer, after all whatever it once symbolized was long gone. But then the women would just notice the pale ring circling his ring finger, but to be honest, I wear it out of habit and nothing more.

“Yes, I work in the dungeon. I don’t get up here very offend, but now that I know how pretty the scenery is, I’ll have to make a point to come up here more often.”

Letting his hand slip out of hers. His eyes washed over her body. Soaking in every delicious curve. He didn’t see a wedding ring, or perhaps he just didn’t want to see one.

“I’ve been in the lower levels for too long, and I’ve got to be getting back, but it's been a pleasure meeting you, miss, um, miss? How awkward, I don’t know your name. I’m Rob..”, extending my hand for a handshake.

 

[Baddie4Life]

His smile was attractive. He seemed the rough and ready type. I wonder what else is going through his big male mind. Was he mentally undressing me in his mind…probably. However I didn’t mind it. If only he knew what I was actually wearing under this work attire.

“Oh you think I’m pretty? Didn’t think a married man was allowed to stray too far…I wouldn’t want to get in you in trouble?” I said giggling like a naughty schoolgirl.

I did not have a ring - although my partner was rich there had been no wedding. Maybe he was too obsessed with work he didn’t see marriage as anything more than a distraction.

“Roberts, Sophia Roberts…pleasure to meet you Rob. I’m sure we’ll meet again soon…” I say to him not reciperacating the handshake as I just stare at his oily and dirty hand. “…those hands have certainly seem some work in their time I’m sure…not like my soft feather weights…do you like getting down and dirty?” I asked amused.

 

[Rick345]

“I won’t bore you with all the gruesome details, but I doubt my wife would care how far I stay.”, momentarily taken aback when you rejected my handshake.

When I look down at my hands, I realize why she was reluctant to grab my greasy hands. My hands are filthy.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize what a mess I am..”, blushing slightly when I realize how dirty I am, hoping she isn’t too put off. Embarrassed, I didn’t wash up a bit before coming to the upper levels. But just as suddenly, she makes a joke about getting down a dirty.

I can help but laugh, and I think I notice the slightest smile, amused at her wit.

“I like getting down and dirty, but only when I have someone to get down and dirty with. It's more fun that way, don’t you think?“I’m immediately attracted by her sense of humor. She’s down to earth, not like most of the haughty upper-level bitches I’ve met in the past.

“Sophia, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have to get to work. But I can tell you are the high point of my day. After meeting you, I hope I can keep my mind on my job.” My eyes linger on you, wondering what is under that gray skirt and black blouse, and hoping we will have a chance to get down and dirty.

 

[Baddie4Life]

So he wasn’t bothered about his wife. That was interesting I thought. Could she really be that bad? I think he now realised his hands are very messy and would ruin my soft clean hands. His laugh is nice. He seems like a great guy.

“I’m sure you’ve got things under control down there haven’t you? Maybe I’ll see you at lunch?” I said to him as I shuffled some paperwork.

 

[Rick345]

"I have to go back downstairs before the boss sends a posse after me. He’s afraid I’ll come up here and become too distracted to come back to work. He’s a slave driver", watching as you shuffle papers, your slender fingers tipped by perfectly manicured nails painted to a semi-glossy pink.

My boss was right about one thing: I could easily become distracted by Sophia as her perfume caught my attention. It was subtle but arousing. The kind of fragrance that could lead a man astray. I take a deep breath, enjoying the feelings it invokes and shaking my head, trying to clear my brain of its spell. I slowly back away, breaking its hold on me.

“Yes, hopefully we will run into each other during lunch. I’d like to get to know you.”

My eyes fixed on you as I backed away and gave a slight wave as I turned to walk to the elevator, hoping we would have lunch together as a bulge grows in my pants. It's not something that happens every day, but between your perfume and stunning looks, I couldn’t help myself.

As the elevator doors slide open and I step inside, I wonder what just happened I usually don’t act like a love-sick schoolboy with every woman I meet, but something about you is different. I begin to wonder what we will talk about if we have lunch together. But the thoughts of you shatter as the doors open and Mac the foreman shouts.”So nice of you to join us. What to fuck took you so long?”

“Just doing what you asked me to do boss.”

“Well, get on your machine, we have six trucks to load before lunch. I need you to be one hundred percent focused on your job. Get your mind off of dipping your wick into any potang upstairs, the only thing you need to think about is dipping your forks into those pallets and getting on those trucks.”, pointing to the six bays several yards away, all with empty trucks to load.

“Yes, sir boss” as I climb into the seat of my machine and get to work.

 

[Baddie4Life]

“I can imagine” I said in response to the slave driver comment as I take a quick glance. I could not resist just to see if anything was visible. My brain is already imagining what he’s packing under there. What’s the matter with me? Why I am feeling aroused by this random burley guy I’ve just met.

“I’ll see you later then…” I said as he goes to leave in one of those completely cutesy girly voices you might hear on some kind of adult site. In my mind I’m really questioning this…new job, new place and I’m already making some irrational decisions. Why am I even trying to do this?

I sit back down as he walks away and try to focus on work rather than those big oily hands…how they might be used in all sorts of ways…it can’t help but mess with my mind. I have to remind myself I already do have a partner…not married like him…but I am probably soon to be engaged.

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Time passes slowly to lunch as I’m learning all the new system and answering a lot of calls. I think a few other guys, including the director, also take a shine to me. I really need to stop flirting so much. My actions might be cash mg cheques my reputation cannot afford.

Then at lunch I slip into the cafeteria and see a large space of chairs. It’s basic, but simple in a nice way. Now I feel my attire is fully on show that I’m not hidden behind my desk. Clearly I get a few looks off all the guys who can’t help admire my slender nylon clad legs and heels. Im also sure all the women also see me, but only as some flirty upstart here to steal away the men’s attention. Women can be so judgy.

My heels tap an along the floor as I go to grab a salad and some grape juice. I do have do have a Quick Look for Rob, but can’t see him. I take my lunch and a little word puzzle book and go sit to a table unoccupied to enjoy some piece and quiet.

 

[Rick345]

I reach under the seat of the forklift, fishing for a couple of shop towels and a small tub of hand cleaner. After a couple of seconds, I wrap my fingers around the small orange tub of GOJO and tug two soft, thick rags from under the seat. Plunging two fingers into the white creamy goo, I then spread it over my hands and the greasy steering wheel.

All the while wondering why I didn’t think to clean myself up a bit before going upstairs. Hoping Sophia's first impression of me didn’t put her off completely. Then, remembering she did say, ‘See you later then,’ and she was certainly a flirt, those thoughts brought a smile to my lips.

It was only an hour till lunchtime. It always struck me funny that my lunch time was eight o’clock in the morning. It also felt funny, I couldn’t keep my mind off of Sophia and her curvy body. Or the way her perfectly styled hair fell softly on her shoulders, and the way the sun brings out the highlights in her hair. It was as if her face and body were etching themselves in my mind.

Wiping the steering wheel and my hands, I admired how well GOJO works. I felt better that my machine and I were clean and presentable. That fact alone boosts my confidence. But I wonder if that will be enough or if Sophia was into suit-wearing, pencil-necked types with plenty of cash to flash?

His mind thought of Jane for a moment, and her constant belittling cry of, “A real man makes enough money that his wife doesn’t have to work. You tiny dick loser.”

I slam my machine into gear and slide its forks into a pallet and drive my forklift into the truck. Sliding the pallet in as far as it will go. Then reversing the forklift and pulling out. All day long, it was ramming it deeper than pulling out, only to ram it in again and again.

I had to laugh at myself as I sat thinking my forklift is getting more action than I ever did. It was a relief to hear the eight o’clock whistle. I parked my trusty steed in its stall and dismounted. And practically ran to the washroom and scrubbed my hands; I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. Just in case Sophia showed up. I comb my hair and check my overall appearance. Overall, I clean up pretty good, I think to myself.

I quickly walk out of the washroom and to the elevator and press the third floor button before the doors close. As the doors opened, it took a second to spot Sophia. She picked a nice spot in a little out-of-the-way corner doing a puzzle. My eyes run up her slender, shapely legs. I can’t help but wonder what they would feel like wrapped around me.

I quickly grab a bowl of soup, a ham and cheese sandwich, and a small carton of milk to wash everything down.

With my selections in hand, I quickly approach her, “Sophia, I was hoping I’d run into you. Would you mind a little company?”.

 

[Baddie4Life]

“Oh hi Rob…” I said welcoming him as I cradled my chin with my palm looking up at him. My pink nails shon and my dark eyelashes fluttered as I then pushed the chair under the table across from me with my heeled foot. I felt like a hunter drawing my prey in.

“…sure, take a seat…I was wondering. How do you like to be called? Rob or Robby?” I asked him as I put my little crossword book down. I them took a drink of my green smoothie sucking the straw. My red lips most likely made this look a lot sexier than it would otherwise of been. They always said green and red went well together.

I was surprised how much better he looked. Clearly he was trying to make an effort.

 

[Rick345]

The more I tried to resist leering at her shapely, toned legs as she moved the chair so I could sit, the more I hoped it wouldn’t be obvious. But as her dress begins to ride up her thigh, I can’t help myself. Nothing is revealed that I wouldn’t see on any beach, but the anticipation that something might show captures my thoughts and won’t let go.

“Rob is fine, but anything works as long as you don’t call me late for dinner”, I say while setting down my makeshift meal on her table and sliding into the chair next to her. Her perfume is working its magic yet again.

“What’s that fragrance you’re wearing? It's quite mm, a provocative. If you don’t mind me saying so..”, gazing into those beautiful blue eyes. They look so innocent, but they hide a mischievous streak a mile wide. I’m so mesmerized by her eyes, I almost knock the carton of milk off the table. But catch myself before I do.

A thousand questions silently flood my mind, everything from ‘Are you married?’, Is this your first day on the job, ‘What do you like to do?’, ‘Are you loud during sex?’, but I manage not to blurt out everything all at once and make a fool of myself.

I shift my gaze from her legs to her nails as she slowly wraps her dewy pink lips around the straw and sucks.

 

[Baddie4Life]

I noticed he was staring deeply at my legs under the table. Clad in the shiny sheer black nylon of my stockings, they were quite a wonder to behold. I knew exactly how to market them to any suspecting eyes like his. Seductive and tantalising . Sat down my legs were crossed tightly and I could move my knee up and down my thigh as I chose letting my skirt ride up my thigh. I did this as a little as he gazed on giving just the tiniest glimpse of my divine and delicate stocking tops. I felt so naughty doing this, but I loved to play him a little display imagining the effect it would have.

He’s so polite and the perfume did the trick.

“It’s one of those captivating sensual perfumes…Prada …I’m glad you find it so provocative… ” I said to him as I enjoyed another suck on the straw of my drink. He seemed completely distracted, almost knocking his milk over. This was so much fun.

“Tell me…do you think me a tease?” I said to him sitting back with my drink awaiting his reaction. It could almost be said to be a rhetorical question at this point.

 

[Rick345]

“Are you a tease? Only if you don’t follow through.” My eyes locked on the frills of your stocking tops. It is hard to look away as my eyes study every inch of your body until meeting your eyes. I quickly scan the room to see if anyone notices us. To my relief, everyone else is engaged in their own conversations, magazines, and crossword puzzles. We might as well be on another planet. I scoot a bit closer, and my hand slowly inches its way up your thigh until my fingers trace the lacy top of your nylons. As I gaze into the deep blue of your eyes to gauge your reaction.

“Are you enjoying your lunch, Sophia? I’m certainly enjoying mine.” As my fingers continue no further I don’t want to overplay my game. Noticing a hint of mischief in your eyes. You are no stranger to arousing a man’s interest or attracting his attention. But I don't want to cross any line you're not comfortable crossing with me.

Reluctantly, I withdraw my hand to grab my sandwich. I raise it to my lips and take a bite.

 

[Baddie4Life]

His words are pretty confident and his actions speak louder as I feel his hand move up my thigh and not the top of my stocking tops. Suddenly I go a bit red and my heart jumps out of my mouth as I wonder where that hand was going. My legs cross even tighter revealing even more of my thigh and make my stockings more obvious. I feel like a complete exhibitionist and maybe a bit slutty letting him do this, but it really turns me on.

“You are indeed very forward for a man in your position…you do realise I could completely destroy you first this if I was so wet..I mean, so way inclined” I said to him playfully as I feel in my lace panties the effect that daring move was having on me. Part of my simple wants to drop to my knees and suck him off in the middle of the canteen, but that might not go down to well with HR.

He bites a sand which as I relax a little and pull my skirt down to hide the tops again as someone walks past.

“Do you think I care little about my reputation…I have only just started you know…I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea about me” I say in a really sassy and excited way as I tap his ankle with my heel nicely running it up and dish his calf.

 

[Rick345]

I lean close and whisper, “So you are wet, are you? Thanks for telling me that really turns me on.”

As I feel my cock begin to respond to your confession. For a moment, I consider taking your hand and guiding it to the bulge in my pants. But I mentally fight the urge, after all, this isn’t the time or the place, there are too many eyes about. I want somewhere I can enjoy the pleasures you can give for hours, not just a few passion-fueled minutes. But God, the temptation is almost overwhelming, what I’d give for a quick hand job.

As I study your long, slender fingers and contemplate the magic they can do. All kinds of naughty thoughts swirl in my mind as I feel your heel slide up my calf. Thoughts so vivid I can almost feel your tongue swirling playfully around the tip of my cock. A soft moan escapes my lips as I imagine you under the table, your head bobbing as you give me head. The mere thought of you going down on me causes my unruly member to throb in anticipation.

“Too bad we don’t have the privacy to enjoy ourselves. But I’m really enjoying eating you, a I mean eating with you. Please excuse the slip of my tongue. The raging hard-on in my pants is causing me to concentrate on things other than lunch."



“I do want to safeguard your reputation. This is neither the time nor the place to indulge in what we want to do to each other, is it? But you are making it incredibly hard.” My eyes wander to the hem of your skirt as I remove my hand when I feel your legs clamp together. Making me wonder if I've crossed a line you won’t ready to cross, “To behave.”, I add after a long pause.

 

[Baddie4Life]

I bite my lip as I imagine his head between my legs removing my lace thong with his sharp little teeth. Then I suddenly have to snap myself out of it remembering this is my first day and I have more on my mind than just this. This is all just very playful nonsense. I don’t know this man, but I do know he is beneath me…by atleast a million miles.

The numbness of a static home life has made me weak to indulge the first bit of turn on I’ve had for some time. However I must snap myself out of this.

“I’m afraid however charming you appear to be Rob…can’t you tell I’m a girl way out of your league.” I said to him taking a cup of coffee and sipping it in a very gentle and feminine way.

“…but your a good practice…it’s nice to know I can get such a reaction where it counts” I said to him.

“…I’m sure a promotion to directors assistant will be on the card very soon…so as much as it’s fun and games here…I can’t allow this to spoil my climb” I said to him looking back to my cross word.

It was harsh, but to the point. I had to get this guy out of my mind and tell him to back off.

 

[Rick345]

“Spoil your climb?”, I smirk, looking you dead in the eye before I speak.

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you, trust me, you don’t want to be on my bad side. Miss Williams, your supervisor, I’ve been poking her sugar-covered doughnut hole for years.”, pausing to let the words sink into your haughty little brain. As I take another bite of the sandwich.

"She's quite fond of her bad boy, Robby. A kind word from me, and you get your promotion. Or if I reveal you are nothing but a gold digging kiss ass social climber, she’ll toss you out on your bony ass so quick you won’t see it coming.”, chugging down the last of my milk and whipping the white dribble for my lip with the back of my hand.

“Do we understand each other, Sophie?” My blue eyes brighten as a thin smile graces my lips.