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The Girls At Work
Browsing around an old musty second hand shop in a mall on holiday, I
found a trinket, which I bought as a present for a friend. It looked like
a brooch but where the pin should have gone was an almost illegible
inscription "ASHBAR." It didn't look like much but it had lots of shiny
stones embedded in the front. I discovered that it was more than just a
piece of ornamental jewellery though. By handling it in a certain way, it
had the power to drastically slow the pace of time around me. I could
"freeze" the immediate area and then do anything I wanted without any one
remembering what had happened. Anyone else in the vicinity would still be
able join my time frame but only at my request, and only in the physical
sense. They could move and hear me but would not be fully conscious of
what was going on.
For a living, I work in a factory. I work on a shift pattern and pack
plastic components all shift. Not what you would call a glamorous job, but
then again I have other things in my life for amusement. The time shifter
being the main one.
As it is supposed to be a clean working environment, we all wear company
issued white boiler suits. Also, because it tends to get quite hot in the
main part of the factory where we work, we all tend to wear very little
under the boiler suits. This is great for me, as I love to watch the girls
I work with as they bend over and generally move about. I get treat to
some fantastic views of the lines of their underwear. This sort of thing
fascinates me, as I have always found the view of what was just beneath the
clothes just as appealing as was actually being hidden from view. It means
as well that they are indirectly forced to wear white underwear, another
fascination of mine.
Of course, this sort of environment means that there can be a few coarse
comments in the locker room at the end of the shift. The girls get talked
about in some very unflattering ways. Some more than others.
There was Allyson, or Ally, as she was known. She in charge of the
girls on the shift. Very sharp thinker and always on the move for one
reason or another. She has no time for most of the lads on the shift as
she thinks they all want to get into her panties. Most of them do, but I
think her greatest features are those beautiful thick, pouting lips of
hers.
Then there is Tina, who has no problem in handling the lads. She has
built a reputation for herself by assuring any would be lethario, that he
wasn't enough man for her and she could have him for breakfast. Tina has a
slight Scottish accent and her best feature in my eyes is her lovely full,
round butt. It always distracts me when she bends over for whatever
reason.
Jan has a gorgeous pair of breasts, which I have to try not to stare at
when we talk. She is very quiet though and doesn't really say much.
Becky likes to touch you when she is talking to you. Nothing too much,
just on the arm, affectionately I suppose. She is about fortyish and is in
a bad marriage. We have often sat and discussed this, her and me; she is
very open with me.
Anne just has one of those bubbly personalities that you just can't help
but like.
They are all fair game for the banter of the locker room when they swap
stories and anecdotes about what they'd like to do with whom. Only I know
what they are really like.
Shortly after learning how to use the time shifter properly, I decided
that it might be fun to see how much use it could be at work. Thinking
specifically about five particular ladies, I took the shifter into work
with me and when no one was looking, hid it in the back of my locker in a
roll of tissue paper. It would be a very tense time waiting for the right
time to use it, knowing that it was sitting in a relatively unsecured
place. I decided to wait and see how the shift unfolded before I used it.
My first break came and I went to the canteen. I noticed three of the
five girls I was curious about were sitting together and decided that this
was the ideal time. Going to my locker, I got the time shifter out and
began unwrapping it from the tissue paper.
"What you got there then?" it was Rob, one of my workmates. I knew he
was quite mouthy and if he saw too much, would cause problems. I bundled
it back into the locker and played it down.
"Nothing…umm…er…d'you fancy a coffee then…. I'm buying!". I locked the
door and we made our way through to the canteen, relieved that I hadn't
been pressed into telling him.
The rest of the shift flew past and I decided that I would wait until my
last break until I used the shifter.
Holding it in my hand, I went through the procedure of activation. As I
heard things come to a now familiar abrupt silence, I checked the stones
and reckoned I had about an hour to play with. Of course, this only meant
a fraction of a second of real time.
Getting back onto the shop floor, everything was freeze-frame still as I
expected. Everyone was frozen and the whistle and clank of the machines
they were working beside had fallen silent. I began looking for Ally, but
she was no where to be found.
Wanting to make the most of my hour or so, I gathered the other four
girls, Tina, Jan, Becky and Anne. I asked them to make their way to the
canteen whilst I took the other route there and looked for Ally on the way.
I caught up with them in the canteen but without Ally. I stuck my head
around the door in the ladies and saw her straightening her hair in front
of the mirror. She was pouting away to herself, as if she were doing a
photoshoot for some invisible photographer. This was the first time I had
ever seen her standing still. I asked her to join us in the canteen and
she followed me out.
Now I had them where I wanted them. They stood before me. Ally, with
her trim body and sculpted cheek bones. Tina with her younger look and
those lovely wide, accommodating hips. Jan was next and for once wasn't
trying to hide or downplay a heaven sent pair of melons. Becky's' relative
maturity was hidden, as she joined the rest with their relaxed look. Anne
stood out from the rest with her blonde hair and striking make up.
I explained that I had asked them here for a reason. And that reason
was to find out what they were like beneath their everyday exteriors. I
warned them that I wanted to share intimate details about them and myself
and if they were unhappy about this, then they could leave without anything
more being said or done. Anne mustn't have felt comfortable with the idea
as she made her way to the door. The others remained. The atmosphere felt
relaxed as I went on to describe my intentions and again invited anyone who
wasn't sure, to feel free to leave. No one moved.
I began my "inspection." They stood in front of me next to one another,
fully dressed in their white boiler suits; the rest of the canteen was
empty except for us.
Ally was first in line. I stood square in front of her and put my hands
on her hips. Moving them slowly upward, I brought them to rest on her
breasts. I then asked her if she wanted to feel my balls through my
clothes. She nodded and cupped her hand under them. It felt fantastic.
Ally was usually so domineering, so in charge, yet here she was with her
hand around my balls.
Tina was next. We did the same thing. She had big enough tits to fill
your hand but not much more. They felt very firm through the thick
material of her clothing. I could just detect a hint of lace in top of her
bra cup as I fondled her there. Her hold on me was a lot tighter than
Allys' but not uncomfortable. Almost as though she testing how big a man I
was before I could ask her to go any further.
Now Jans' were something else. I spent a little longer on hers than the
others. They were big. Big and squashy. I was desperate to get that
zipper down and check them out properly. She held me gently, as if she
were scared of it.
Beckys' breasts were small and didn't stand out a great deal but she had
a very warm and caressing grip on my groin that I had to force myself away
from.
Returning to the front, I asked them to carry on to the next step. They
pulled their boiler suits down around their midriffs and I stepped out of
my clothes altogether. I struggled to get my erection past the seam at the
front of the suit as I lifted my legs out of them.
My women stood right there with their bra-clad breasts sitting
patiently, waiting my request for their removal. Ally and Becky both wore
the same style of bra. Plain white with little decoration or lace and a
definite look of utility about them. They were there to lift, separate,
and not a lot else. Tinas' had white satin from the underwire, to take the
weight and a thick lace pattern up to the full rounded cup top. They left
quite a bit to the imagination but each cup still looked full. Jan. Well
Jan had a sports bra on. I could have expected this of Jan. Minimising
her curves so as not to draw attention to herself. I had to see more
though.
I couldn't help watching only Jan, as they removed this item of
underwear. As she pulled the tight lycra up and over her head, her huge
tits swung unconstrained and settled about two inches lower than previous.
Her wide nipples were perfectly central on the swollen rust coloured
aroela, pointing outwards and slightly downward under the straining weight
of her melons. The large milky white globes seemed to defy gravity with
their firmness.
I asked them to remove the rest of their clothes and sit back against
the table behind them. I stood between Allys legs, my feet between hers.
The hair on the outside of my thighs brushing against the inside of hers. I
leaned forward to hold her bare, naked breasts in my hands and kissed her
fully on the lips. She returned the kiss and I felt my already rigid
member spring towards her. It was straining to be out of my shorts so I
eased it out and over the elastic. As I let go, it made contact with her
dark, curly pubic hair. A thin thread of precum stretched between us as it
jerked away from her under its own reflex. I could feel the hot reservoir
of spunk boiling in my balls, desperate to erupt. I loved the feeling my
cock gave me. Sort of numb at the root but aching so sweetly as it got
further up the thick veiny stem until it almost burned with anticipation at
the angry bulbous tip. My hips fell forward as my head spun from the
excitement of the situation. My shaft tip crashed its way along her
waiting furrow and found its stop at the entrance to her cunt. The ridge
of its helmet nestled full into the slippery opening of her sex. The
wrinkled labia felt hot and wet as they invited my raiding glans. The
spunk was welling, deep in the base of my cock. I clenched my teeth to try
and hold back from the inevitable thrust but to no avail. I jabbed it into
her hot cunt and was met with a welcoming thrust from her waiting hips.
The resistance came from her tightness but it felt as though she was
sucking me in. My foreskin peeled back inside her and the underside of my
glans was electrified with her smooth wetness. I withdrew sharply and
dragged my swollen barbed tip from her sopping hole. My cum shot halfway
through my dick and halted on its trapped path.
I moved on to each of the others and we sampled each other in the same
way. One or two stunted thrusts and instant withdrawal to maintain my
supply for later.
For our next bit of fun, I asked them to turn and bend over the table,
supporting themselves on one arm and putting their other hand between their
thighs to part their lips for me. I sampled each one fully. Driving my
thick girth deep into each of the girls cunts and sampling their tight
softness one at a time. Until I got to Becky. Until I saw Becky's big
long slit, all slippery and shiny. I had always thought what it would be
like to fuck an older woman. What would it be like? I was to find out.
She was not as tight as the rest. This didn't matter, as her response to
my insertion was quite different. She began to bang back as soon as I
became buried inside her. Wildly. Tossing her head around. Moaning
softly. Slapping the table below her hand. Bucking on my prick. Gyrating
her hips on it. Alternatively arching and straightening her back and
tensing and relaxing her shoulders. Pulling me in with her pussy muscles
and grabbing my balls in her hand. My belly slapped violently against her
ass as she moved her hand and rubbed and kneaded her clit. I couldn't take
any more as I heard her start to whimper, begging for more. She pushed
herself up from the table and supported herself while she lifted her feet
off the floor and locked them around my legs. Her body weight swinging
onto my prick, I took a single thrust more and she wailed a loud cry of
satisfaction as she came violently, again and again. My jism shot through
my pulsating meat and pumped wave after wave into her hot hole. She
grabbed my hand and cupped it over her pounded pussy as she brought herself
down slowly from her climax. She ground to a halt, still impaled on my
thick shaft, and flopped down onto the table. I looked down to see my dick
starting to soften in its sloppy cave of our mingled juices. I pulled my
drained and beaten cock from Becky's flooded cunt and watched as our thick
love cream dripped in a thin stream onto her abandoned and crumpled boiler
suit.
Regaining my composure I went to each one and kissed them softly,
thanking them for joining me that afternoon. I asked them to get
themselves ready again and return to exactly what they had been doing
before they came with me.
Returning to the locker room, I reset the shifter and made my way back
out to the shop floor to make sure everything had returned to normal.
Everyone was busily engrossed in their work once more and I was a much
happier for my afternoon's fun.
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