3rd shift at sun-up (part 1)

Working third shift isn't all bad. I mean, you certainly meet some interesting people when you work the graveyard - most "normal" people wouldn't even consider working at this time, unless maybe they're nurses or something. I never claimed to be normal though.

On the plus side, I do have a rather intersting co-worker here. He's tall, with dark hair, a goattee, and the kind of eyes you just can't help but get lost in. He's built thickly, like a line-man, only just a little soft. I've never seen him without a shirt on, but you can just tell that he's one of those hairy, teddy bear guys. He has the cutest smile, framed perfectly by deep dimples. Of course I was going to have a crush on him.

One night, I was feeling a little flirty...so I told him. I told him I had a crush on him. He laughed a little, smiled. He didn't really say anything right then, he just went back to work.

As we were finishing up that night, he walked up behind me. I looked up at him, and I knew he was up to something. He smiled slyly at me, and lifted the bottom of his shirt to reveal the bulge in his pants. "I've been hard since you told me," he said. I didn't know what to say. I tried to look away from his mischievious, twinkling eyes, but I couldn't pull myself away. "What are you doing after work?" he asked, and took a step forward to rub his cock against my belly.

I reached down and grabbed the bulge, giving it a quick squeeze. "I don't know," I said, "why, do you want to go somewhere?" He just smiled.

When we walked out to our cars that night, he walked with me to mine. He climbed in the passenger seat, and, without a word, I knew exactly where to go.

When I was in school, some friends of mine showed me this spot that they would go to to get high - it wasn't anything too special - just a dead end road, but it ended in a cluster of trees rather than in someone's yard, like they usually do. If you parked off to the side and turned out your lights, you were invisible as long as it was dark outside.

Once we had parked, I reached over and put my hand on his leg. He leaned in and kissed my neck. His goattee was unbelievably soft as it brushed against my cheek. A slight moan escaped my lips. He pulled back and smiled as he lifted a hand to my left bossom.

He has rather large hands, but my large breasts were still more than a handfull. He squeezed gently and smiled at the firm texture. I slid my hand up his leg to find his hard penis and slowly started to massage it through his pants. He leaned back as his eyes closed. He reached down to unfasten his pants. I had never seen such a bueatiful penis before.

It wasn't particularly large - maybe 6 1/2" inches, but it was thick and veiny and the tip glistened in the moonlight. I watched silently as he slid his hand over the head. He reached back to me with the other hand and again cupped my breast - "Can I see them?" he whispered.

I nodded as I slid my jacket off my shoulders and then my damp shirt over my head. I was wearing a low-cut, eyelet lace white bra. My erect nipples strained against the fabric, and he released his member to reach out and give them both a little squeeze. I sighed and began to slowly run my fingers lightly around the head of his penis. He leaned in and kissed my cheek, reacher around me and unfastened the bra clumsily. He laughed nervously, but I kissed him on the cheek as he managed to get the last clasp.