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Years ago. We worked together. He had curly salt and pepper hair, brown eyes. Rather thick body hair and a dad bod. We worked in collaborative departments: I (labratory) would test the chemical baths on his line (production) to make sure they stayed in correct proportion.

The first time we touched, it was actually an accident. He was sitting at the desk in the lab entering data and needed my password. I leaned over him, reaching for the keyboard, and my boobs grazed the side of his head. I was mortified. He pretended like nothing happened, but..

Then, we were all the time in each other’s space. I’d be singing along to the radio, dancing while watching chemicals mix and drip, and he would come up behind me. When I’d bend forward to read the results of the test, I’d run into him, ass first.

Especially during summer I hated wearing PPE (personal protection equipment)- it’d be so hot! So instead of being covered in a lab coat, I’d be in a tank top. Sometimes he’d reach past me for something and his arm hair would tickle my arm or chest, making my nipples tingle.

Once when I was stirring a bath on his line to take test samples, he walked by carrying a five gallon bucket of chemicals, swinging his free arm. His hand bounced off my ass and I was instantly wet.

I was trying to quit smoking at the time. We made jokes about blowjobs being my new oral fixation. Sometimes, I’d have a lollipop when I went to his department. I’d make great show of sucking the spit off it when I took it out of my mouth to talk to him about required tests and their results.

My favorite part came when he clocked how long it took me to test his line. I’d maybe drag my hand up his solid leg as I passed him to collect samples. But after I ran the tests and brought the paperwork with me that outlined what chemicals he had to add and how much, he’d be waiting for me. Standing at the head of his line oriented so the cameras didn’t pickup the erection he’d be sporting for me to stroke under the cover of passing paper. It got me so fucking hot.

I’d spend hours trying to get the job done wet. Trying to stop thinking about sucking him off. Wanting him to touch me all over. Wanting to hear him urgently whispering my name. I’d masturbate every night before showering for work thinking about swallowing his come.

Then one night, someone saw him coming to the lab with his magnificent erection on display, front of his shirt tucked into his pants and all.

He switched shifts. ?

NSFW: yes

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