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Subject: {ASSM} (new) Carol (A Wally story by NightHawk)
Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 07:10:06 -0400
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Carol (another Wally story)
A short story by Night Hawk
Coerced out of retirement by "Mike C" and his James World series.
Copyright 2003 by: Night Hawk


Don't get me wrong now, I have nothing against women in the work place, it's
just that there are some places where it's just not proper!  Like for
example the place where I work.  I'm a skilled tradesman, a Tool and Die
Maker to be specific, and I work in a large machine shop, along with about
fifty other guys.  The work is hard and nerve wracking, so naturally the
language tends to get a little crude at times and coarse the rest of the
time.  It's our way of coping with the stress and pressure of high precision
work.

When word came down the grapevine that there was going to be a new "kid"
hired, we didn't give it much thought.  The more the company hired, the
better our job security.  Well, pretty soon the rumor mill was in over
drive.  It seemed that someone had heard that the new kid was going to be a
GIRL!

Well fuck! There goes the neighborhood, I thought.  I've quit jobs before
because they've hired women on, and they've always been a cause of trouble
amongst the guys.  They wait and work long enough to get into the union and
then they start complaining that our pin-ups and our language is degrading
to their gender.  Before you know it, the guys are more concerned with
watching their language then they are with doing their jobs.

Well, you can imagine when the big day came and I found out that this "girl"
was going to be MY apprentice.  She was going to work with me and beside me
for the next six months learning how to operate my machine.  At the end of
six months some other sucker would teach her his machine, but for now I was
it.  I seriously thought of quitting, but I liked this place and the money
was good, and Goddamn it I wasn't going to change my ways no matter what
anybody said!

Monday morning came and it was my first opportunity to meet my new
apprentice.  Jesus Christ, I had never sprung a boner so fast!  Her name was
Carol and even with clothes on she looked sexier that any of my favorite
pin-ups.  God, she looked good enough to eat!

I spent the first day with her just talking about what we did on this
machine, and fielding off a lot of jokes from my co-workers like "Hey Wally,
are you showing her ALL of your tools?"  I told them all to go fuck
themselves but in the back of my mind I was wishing that I had the nerve to
show her MY tool, which had been at least as hard as the steel ones I had
been showing her all day.

I've been married for over five years now, and I really don't have a
complaint with my sex life.  I enjoy it the way you're supposed to, with
your wife.  I had never even thought of cheating on my wife, but by God, if
Carol had said, "Fuck me," I would have dropped my pants right there in the
middle of the shop!  As it was, I had to go to the can twice that day to
jack off, or else live with the fear that I would cum in my jeans.  That was
another first for me also.  I hadn't jacked off since my wife and I were
dating, and here I was acting like a lust-starved teenager.

Thank God the day finally came to an end.  I said good night to Carol and
headed home to my wife.  When she asked how work had gone, I just answered
"okay".  She said to me "didn't you say that a girl was going to be starting
at the shop today?"  I said, "Yeah, but I don't know if she's going to be
staying, she doesn't look strong enough."

I don't know why I lied to my wife, because Carol was certainly strong
enough to wear me down to a frazzle!  That night as I made love to my wife,
I kept thinking of Carol.  My wife kept asking if I was alright, because I
had already cum three times and I was still driving my hot meat into her
with a frenzy.

"Wally", my wife said, "if you don't slow down you're going to wear out my
pussy!"  I came to my senses after that remark and quit before my wife got
suspicious.  I drifted off to sleep somehow but the thought of Carol plagued
me most of the night.  Finally I resolved that come tomorrow morning, I was
just going to ask the boss to let someone else train her.

The next morning I felt like hell and who do I see standing by my machine
looking better than the day before but Carol.  She said to me "You look
tired Wally, didn't you sleep well last night?"  I just grunted.  She went
on chipper as all hell about what a great night's sleep she had.  She told
me, "I went home and fixed myself a little snack and then I ran a hot bath
just brimming with bubbles."

I could feel the stirrings in my groin as she continued, "I climbed into the
tub and set my cigarettes and coffee right beside me so that I could really
soak for a long time.  I didn't even worry about the phone.  I felt so good
that the answering machine would have to listen for me."

"What about your husband" I asked.  "Oh" she said, "He split about two years
ago, and my boyfriend and I broke up about a month ago, so I was all alone."
As sure as I knew that the sun would come up again tomorrow I knew that I
had to make it with Carol.  I knew it was just my cock talking but my mind
was not far behind in wishful thinking!

"Let's get back to work shall we" I suggested.  I had to do something right
quick or else something was going to bend or break!

"Now for starters", I said, "You just stand behind me and watch what I do."
"You'll have to look over my shoulder to see how I set the dials and read
the gauges."

I said all that without realizing that Carol was a good four inches shorter
than me and would have to stand on her toes leaning against me if she was
going to faithfully watch what I was doing.

She did, and the second those tits of hers touched my back I realized two
things.  One was that she wasn't wearing a bra and the other was that I had
just creamed my jeans.

"Oh shit" I said.  When she asked what was the matter, I just told her that
this wasn't going to work for us, so par for the course (the journeyman
pays, the apprentice fetches), I gave her some money and told her to get us
a coffee while I figured out another way.

As soon as she left I headed for the can to clean up the mess I had made in
my pants.  When I returned she was waiting with our coffees, and I told her
that I would stand behind her and work the controls from behind.  She made
some comment about what could happen if I got too close and then she would
be able to feel what was on my mind.  I told her to keep dreaming and said
we had better get back to work.  She just smiled and took her position in
front of the controls.  I placed my arms around her to reach the dials, and
I could feel my arms brushing the sides of her boobs every time I made an
adjustment.  Sure enough, it wasn't very long before I was very long again,
but before I could do any thing about my position, she started talking
again.

"I like you Wally" she said, "And I'm a pretty good judge of people.  I
think that you're a kind and sensitive man who knows how to treat a lady
properly, someone who knows that a woman has desires too and would like them
fulfilled."

Well I was getting harder by the second so I thought I better tell her that
I was a happily married man and that we should not be talking like this.
She replied that she was not looking for a boyfriend or a husband, just a
friend, some thoughtful person to talk to and spend a little time with.  I
told her that I didn't think that was such a good idea, especially with me,
but damn it, every time I moved a dial I could feel those soft breasts
brushing my arm and my cock was growing harder by the moment.  To make
matters worse, every time I leaned forward to adjust something, she leaned
back and ground that cute ass of hers against my aching prick.

Now I didn't know if she was doing this intentionally or if she was just
moving so that I could get at the controls easier, but God damn it was
getting harder by the minute.  Doing my job I mean, because by now my cock
was swollen to a dangerous size and I was having trouble concentrating on
the work at hand.  So much trouble in fact that when I had to make the final
cut on my work piece, and Carol asked how much more we had to take off, I
answered with a common shop term for a light cut and said, "Just a cunt hair
more."  She then asked how much that was, and feeling as frustrated as I
was, I replied, "Pluck one out and measure it!"  She replied, "I can't, I
shave my pussy all the time."  I nearly collapsed on her and the machine
when she said that.  My balls were tight and turning blue and my cock
threatened to let loose with another load for my shorts.

"Please Carol," I begged, "Stop talking like that or I'm liable to forget
that I'm a gentleman."

After that she left it alone for a while, but shortly after lunch, she
started talking about her bubble bath again.  "You know," she said, "I spent
over an hour in that tub last night."

"An hour?" I asked, "That's a long time for anybody."

"I know", she replied, "But after my initial soaking, I started to wash
myself up, and when I got to my pussy I had the most wonderful feeling just
rubbing my soapy hands back and forth over my cunt. All I could think about
was you Wally, and before I knew it I climaxed and it felt so good that I
did it again, this time picturing you tongue rubbing my clit instead of my
fingers and then I took the bar of soap and started to shove it inside of me
pretending that it was your stiff cock that was making me cum!"

"Wally" she asked, "Won't you be my friend?"

Well, the best laid plans of mice and men so they say.  I had never made a
promise to my wife that I was going to be faithful forever, it was just my
own silly notion, (that was at this moment flying out the window), that I
had sown all my wild oats before I got married, and I had always thought
that an extra-marital affair would come with all kinds of complications that
I didn't want.  But since Carol put it like we were just going to be
friends, well, all of my apprehension disappeared.

I called my wife and told her that the boss was sending me out of town to
look at an emergency repair, which he often did, and that I would probably
be real late getting home.  My wife just said, "That's fine dear.  I
understand, thanks for calling to let me know, have a safe trip and enjoy
yourself."  Oh, I wish she hadn't added that last part, but that was exactly
what I was going to do.

Quitting time rolled around ever so slowly, but finally the buzzer rang and
I headed out the door.  I had Carol's address and had promised to meet her
at her place fifteen minutes later so that she could tidy up as she put it.
As I waited, all thoughts of my first time cheating left me.  My cock was
twitching with excitement as I headed for her apartment.  My brain was abuzz
with the thoughts of what would surely transpire.  I went to knock on the
door when it dawned on me that it was open.  I looked inside and I could see
her work clothes making a trail towards one of the doors at the back of her
apartment.  "Carol" I called, "Are you here?" Dumb question I know but this
game was all new to me.

"In here" she yelled back, "Come on in."  I didn't know what to expect but
what my eyes saw could only have come out of a movie scene!

Carol was in her bathtub, brimming with bubbles, the lights were out but in
their place were about a dozen candles.  "I need you Wally," she said, "but
I need you to be my friend and to be gentle with me.  I promise that I won't
cause you any problems and that I'm not looking for any commitments, I just
need a gentle loving friend.  Will you be my friend Wally?"

A lump grew in my throat as big as the one in my jeans and my heart opened
up to this woman.  "Yes Carol, I'll be your friend" I told her, and then I
reached over to the little stand beside the tub where she had placed a
bottle of champagne and two glasses.  I poured us both a drink as I drank in
what I could see of her body.
Rising up out of the bubbles were those beautiful breasts, swelling with
each breath she took.  She was so shiny, like oil had been poured over her
body.  As we drank I started removing my clothes also and climbed into the
tub with her.  We drank and talked like real old friends who always confide
every secret with each other and then we kissed.  It felt like someone had
dropped an electrical appliance in the water, all of my hairs stood on end
as our tongues danced in each other's mouths.  I licked her face and nibbled
on her ears.  I kissed her nose and her eyes with a gentleness that I didn't
know I possessed.  Carol brought out the best in me, but I was going to be
better yet!

As we continued to kiss, I started to explore her body and caress every
curve.  Slowly I eased her back in the tub and guided my cock into her.  She
was hot, and she was tight.  Her cunt muscles massaged my throbbing prick
like a velvet-covered glove.  It seemed like forever yet it happened so
fast, she cried out "Wally, I'm coming!" and I was too, the best climax of
my life and I hadn't even moved.

We rinsed each other off, and for the first time I could see her hairless
mound.  I was still sitting, while she was standing so I just reached
forward with my head and started kissing that delectable little morsel that
was extended from her lower lips.  I kissed and I nibbled and I sucked it a
little and before I knew it she was sliding down into the tub again, weak
from having had another orgasm.  I gently picked her up and carried her till
I found her bedroom where I placed her gently on the bed.  We made love all
night that night but when it became early morning, I knew that I would have
to leave Carol and go home to my wife.  As I prepared to leave I noticed a
tear in her eye, and I said, "Remember, no complications", to which she
replied, "Oh Wally, I'm not crying out of sadness, this little tear is just
a sign of my happiness.  I feel like I've been loved like I've never been
loved before."

Carol and I continued to work and love together as friends for about four
more months.  Then one day she received word from her family that they
wanted their daughter to come back home.  She said, "I have to go home
Wally, I need my family also and it's been three years since I saw them.
Thanks to you I survived long enough to see that they need me too."  Then
she took my face in her hands and said, "Wally, I love you, you're my best
friend and I'll always remember you.  You showed me that love and sex can be
gentle and caring and sharing, and for that I'll always be grateful."

With those words she kissed me, said good-bye and left.

It's been six months now since I last saw Carol.  My love for my wife hasn't
diminished and I'm not looking for another Carol.  I have become a more
caring and loving husband though, and my attitude towards women in general
has changed.  If they talk a little coarse or act a little brazen, it's just
their way of trying to cope in a man's world.

Yesterday, I received a letter from Carol, it was sent to the shop.  Inside
the envelope was a picture of Carol and her mother and father, and they were
all smiling.  There was also a short note enclosed that said, "Thanks Wally,
you're the best friend a girl could ever hope for.  Love Carol."

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