Sparks

My new job as a receptionist at a welding and metal company makes me pretty happy. The work is fun, and for once I don’t get that bellyache I was so used to in my old job when getting ready in the morning.

Everyone is so nice here. Even though I’ve only been here two weeks, I already feel like part of the team. I mean, sure, there are some people who don’t seem all too thrilled about a new face, but I’m confident enough to not let that get to me.

And then… there is her.

I wasn’t prepared for her. Our lead welder is a woman. A tall, strong woman with her smooth, shoulder-length bob.

Most of the time she’s working in front of the window of my office. How was I supposed to not notice her immediately on my first day?

God, I’m supposed to be answering phones and scheduling jobs for the welders, but I can barely keep my eyes off her when she’s around.

Let alone when she comes into the office, talking to me in that gravelly voice of hers.. One more “Princess” or “Hun” and I swear I might combust from the tingling running through my body.

Today, she’s stripped down to a soot-streaked white tee, her heavy leather welding jacket tied securely around her waist. As she yanks off her heavy work gloves, her forearms flex, glistening with a mix of shop grime and sweat.

If I don't pull myself together and look away right now, I’m going to start drooling.

I can’t help but imagine her strong hands working on me instead of whatever project has her so focussed. It’s so easy to picture her gripping my hips, bending me over this reception desk…

Sliding her capable hands between my thighs while the rest of the shop has absolutely no idea what we’re doing.

Oh my god, I have to stop this. I’ve only been working here for two weeks and I’m acting like a total perv. This poor woman is just being nice to me, the same way she is with everyone.

But… Why does it feel so different to me then?

Maybe it’s the way she gives me pet names when we’re joking around, or how she brings me coffee when she grabs one for herself and asks me if I slept well every morning!

I mean, that can’t be nothing, right?

Maybe I am just delusional. But what if I’m not? Either way, the heat building between my legs pulses every time she’s near and I’m absolutely hopeless when it comes to stopping it.

Oh no, she’s coming over!

I have to pretend I’ve got something super important to do….

“Hey, Hun.”

“Hi! Hey! I um, didn’t see you there. What’s up?”

“Relax. I just wanted to let you know the Henderson job’s done. You can mark it as complete.”

“Yep! Got it! Henderson… Done, marked and… uh… done.”

“...Are you okay?”

“Never better! Just… Lots of important stuff happening here, you know? Phone calls, schedules, totally busy.”

“Mhmmm.”

“I brought you a coffee… Extra cream, just how you like it.”

“Wow… Thank you. You don’t have to, you know.”

“I know. But maybe I want to.”

“You look a little flushed. Are you feeling alright?”

“What? No! I’m fine. It’s just… So warm in here.”

“Is it now? Huh…and here I thought it was pretty breezy today”

She’s leaning closer now, and I can smell her musky perfume that blends so well with the sweat and metallic smell coming off her warm skin. I have no idea how she smells so good even when she's working so hard.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You were staring at me pretty hard through that little window of yours.”

“I was NOT- I was looking at… At the wall behind you, actually. There’s a crack that needs to be fixed. Very… Uh… Concerning. Looks dangerous.”

“Yeah, totally concerning, I should take care of it the next few days. Will you show me where the crack is?”

“Uh…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Well… Just let me know when you’ve found it, Princess.”

Oh my god, why can’t I be normal for a single moment of my life? The way I react to her is so embarrassing.

And the way she holds my gaze, staring into me like I’m the only thing she sees. I can’t think! Why do they have to be so sparkly, big and beautiful?

I swear she’s trying to drive me insane.

And there she goes, right back to work like nothing happened… like she didn’t just set my entire nerves on fire.

God, I just can’t stop looking at her. Those strong arms of hers… How could I not think about her pinning me down, or her throwing me around how she pleases?

Fuck, I’m already wet.

Wet is an understatement, for what I am. I can feel my panties sticking to my skin, soaked with my own desire. And it’s all just from her voice…

And watching her bend over a big piece of steel right now. The way her hair falls across her face when she concentrates… I want to run my fingers through it while she’s between my legs.

Dear lord, I can’t concentrate! I need to take care of this before I actually lose my mind.

Maybe I should take my lunch break early and make myself cum in the shower stalls. They’re usually just for the welders, but it’s the closest thing to privacy I can get, and barely anyone uses them anyways.

“Just five minutes… That’s all I need, and no one will know.”

I close my eyes and let my own hand drift, but the illusion takes over almost instantly. In my mind, the touch changes. It’s no longer my own familiar soft fingers, but hers, strong, slightly calloused from a day of heavy work, yet devastatingly gentle. I imagine her hand moving in slow, deliberate circles over my belly, tracing a path of pure fire on my skin. Every inch of my skin tingles in her wake as those phantom fingers slide lower, heading straight for the tight, aching heat pooling between my legs.

Masturbation begins, slightly echoey in shower space

I push my panties aside and gasp as my fingers find my clit. I was right, I am absolutely soaked.

I stare up at the ceiling as the tension finally drains from my body. Fuck, I needed this so bad. But as good as it feels, it’s not enough… the pleasure is a frustrating echo because my own hands will never match the weight of hers.

God, I’m almost there… I don’t think I can take any longer like this…

“Hello?”

I stop rubbing my clit immediately, my eyes tearing open.

Oh no, no, no… This can’t be happening!

“I can see your pretty shoes under the door, hun. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was just… Just…”

“Why don’t you come out of there?”

This is my personal walk of shame.

She’s already half-undressed. Her dirty tank-top is off, leaving her in just a dark sports bra and her dirty work pants. Her skin is still streaked with sweat and dust from the work she’s done today.

God, she looks even better when she’s so close…

“Oh, I see.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not my lunch break yet, I just really needed a minute to freshen myself up…”

“I’ve been with enough women to know those sounds. And who goes into a shower to freshen up without any water and their shoes on?”

She knows. Oh god, she definitely knows. I wish the floor would swallow me and my whole existence whole.

“I… I wasn’t actually planning to shower. I just wanted some privacy so I could… get a break from all the noise. It’s a loud warehouse, you know?”

“Sure, sure, some privacy. I think…”

“That you’re lying to me right now.”

“And I also think that I know what you needed privacy for.”

My eyes stay fixed on her as she leans closer, her face so close to mine with that dangerous grin of hers makes my legs feel like jelly.

“I think… you were touching yourself.”

“I was not! Not at all!”

“But your cheeks are all red, and you still look...

It looks like you didn’t get what you needed…”

This is the most embarrassing moment of my entire life.

“I mean… I can help you, if you want me to.”

“If not, just tell me, and we will act like this never happened.”

A thunder of tingles spreads through my whole body. Being alone with her like this is all I’ve dreamed of since I met her. I literally imagined this scenario touching myself in bed at night, and now she’s really asking me if I want this?

I want her more than anything I’ve ever wanted before…

“Well, princess? What’s it going to be?”

I reach for her, I’m on my tiptoes as I wrap my arms around her neck to finally kiss her. Her lips are even softer than I could have ever imagined, and she tastes like cigarettes and a hint of cherry.

She lifts me up easily and settles my thighs around her hips as she walks a few steps. My back hits the wall and I gasp surprised..

“About your offer…yes… I… I would really like your help…”

“I knew you would. The way you watch me when I’m working…”

“It was so hard not to give in, to kiss you all this time. Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I know we shouldn’t, but I can’t… I just need you so bad… What was I supposed to do…”

“You could have just asked. Poor thing, walking around with all this pent-up need for weeks… We need to take care of that, don’t you think?”

Her voice has a power over me that defies logic, doing unspeakable things to my body with just a single sentence. It’s like a direct jolt of desire straight down to my core.

The overwhelm of her in this tiny space is intense, and my heavy arousal makes it impossible to focus on anything but the sound of her words.

“Yes, please…”

Her skilled fingers open my blouse with precision and slide over my heated skin to open my bra. It falls away with one flick, and I’m bare, fully exposed to her view. Her appreciative stare is only brief before she uses the opportunity to catch one of my nipples between her lips.

“Shh, shh, you gotta stay quiet in here… can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“God, you’re beautiful…”

She switches to the other nipple and starts sucking harder as her other hand kneads the breast she just left. Her teeth graze me slightly.

“Feels so good… Please don’t stop…”

“Not planning to stop, baby… But we’re both wearing too many clothes. Let me fix that.”

My eyes widen and trace the lines of her body. She’s covered in a fine sheen of dust and sweat. The rugged combination highlights the incredible definition of her muscles.

I can’t wait to explore her body and feel every part of her.

When we’re both naked, she turns the shower on and I sigh in relief as the warm stream hits my skin. The heat radiating off her body combined with the warm water is heavenly and makes my tensed muscles relax.

“ ‘M not done yet..”

When she finds my breast again, I feel like I’m losing my mind. Her mouth and hands are everywhere. I grab for her shower slicked hair and press her harder against me.

“You’ve been soaked for me all day, haven’t you? I could tell by the way you were clenching your thighs, how your face was flushed the whole day”

“You just… You just look so hot when you’re working…”

“I just know that sweet pussy is aching for my tongue…aren’t you, baby?”

“It… It is… Please, I need you…”

My eyes follow her as she kneels before me. Gently, she leads my thigh onto her shoulder and grins up to me.

“Oh god, yes…”

Pleasure shoots through my whole body as I finally get relief from her sucking and licking. Her tongue is circling around my clit eagerly, skillfully. It’s like she already knows my body better than I do.

“Yeah, you like that? Is this what you wanted?”

“F-fuck, yes… I imagined this so often…”

“Did you imagine this, too?”

My walls clench around her two long fingers eagerly. Her fingers are filling me just right. She hits all the right spots without even trying, and I feel embarrassed for already being so close.

“Fuck, yes… Please don’t stop…”

“Trust me, I won’t. You taste so good, it’s intoxicating…”

“Look at that… Your hips are pressing against my fingers so eagerly… You’re so greedy for me.”

I can barely keep up with the sensations, I’m so focused on the lust building inside me that I didn’t even notice the way my hips are rocking in a desperate, matching rhythm with her fingers. It feels like a silent admission that she has total control over every single part of me.

“Please, I’m so close… Please let me cum…”

“Be a good girl and be quiet for me. Don’t want anyone hearing what I do to you, eh?”

“Cum for me, baby.”

“Mmm… You taste so good.”

“And you’re… you’re so skilled with that tongue and fingers of yours. That was… amazing.”

“Mhm. I could get used to this.”

“Me too… That’s the best lunch break I’ve ever had.”

“What… What about you? I want to make you feel good, too.”

“You can touch me later, baby…”

“What do you mean by later?”

“I was thinking you could come back to my apartment with me… if you want that, too.”

“I would love that.”