Carol

A short story by Night Hawk
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 it's quite coarse - at best - 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, as 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 how I felt, 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 the victim.  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 than 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 personal tool, which had all day been hard enough to cut the steel ones I had been showing her.

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?  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’d 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.  It felt so good that I just let the answering machine get all the calls 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’m 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 to get my imagination away from what she'd said, and right quick, or something quite physical 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 be able to see 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 the matter was, 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 each 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 maybe being able to feel what was on my mind.  I told her to keep dreaming and that 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 anything 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 knows how to fulfill them."  

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 picking me was such a good idea.  But damn it, every time I moved a dial on the machine 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 and measure it!" 

She replied, "I can't, I keep my pussy shaved.”  I nearly collapsed on her and the machine when she said that.  My balls were tight and turning blue, and my cock threatened to cut 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."  

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 thinking about your tongue rubbing on my clit instead of my fingers.  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, which was 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, every one 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. 

"Wally, I'm coming!" she cried out, 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 extending 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 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, 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.

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’ve 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, which had been 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."

~ End ~