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Dutch Leonard · 09-08-2010, 10:50 PM

In the golden age of my employment I had very little supervision and oversight. We were making money hand over fist and nobody worried too much about what or how I did it, so long as the customers were happy. I had an office and an isolated equipment room in the back of it. In the middle of the day, I was often the only one in my area and dealt with walk in customers on my own.

A new one started coming in frequently and I didn't notice her so much at first- a young, pretty married mother of two with long black hair and an impressive rack. Sometimes she would come by when she didn't have business, I guess she had that kind of autonomy at her company. She liked to talk and she talked about her husband, her kids, going to Bible study and about her job.

One day she was sitting on the edge of my desk and I was standing in front of her, with a nice view down the front of her shirt into her bra. I worried that she might have noticed and was creeped out by the old bull dyke ogling her cleavage. I chastised myself for my lack of professionalism. I made a point of finding out what color her eyes were the next time I saw her.

They were brown. I kept telling myself she is not flirting with me, she is not happier to see me than she is anybody else, she just talks this way to everybody. I had gone years without getting a crush on a straight woman so I knew I was in for a miserable time, but nevertheless I looked forward to her showing up or hearing her voice on the phone. One time she folded this piece of paper, and I left it there on my desk and looked at it a lot. I didn't sit and fondle it or anything, I just looked at it a lot, because she had touched it and I didn't throw it away for a really long time.

Her visits increased and one day we were discussing equipment she would need for an upcoming project, so I showed her some pallets she would need in my equipment room. We went in and I didn't bother to flip on the light, she could see the pallets stacked there in the light coming from outside.

She was standing so close in the near darkness and smelled so good and what I did next was totally insane.

I kissed her. Without telling you exactly where I work, you just need to know this was a potentially very bad, life-ruining thing to do. Sexually assaulting a customer is a big no no. The moral problem of hitting on a married woman aside, the ethical problem of getting sexually involved with a customer, consenting or not, is a career ender. She was the ultimate in forbidden fruit.

I pulled back, waiting for her to slug me or scream or something.

She kissed me back. I went for her jeans and she cooperated in removing them and her panties and her shirt and bra. I set her up on the stack of plastic pallets and finger fucked her for all I was worth and she came hard, leaving a pretty good puddle on the top of those pallets. When we were done, I put her back together and she let me kiss her again before we exited the equipment room.

I treasured the smell of her on my hands.

So we began to have frequent assignations during the dead part of the day, so long as no one else was there. I tried to get her to meet me after hours but she pleaded her husband and family and I had to understand that. I started making sure I had dental dams in my leather jacket and started strapping at work, so I was able to service her in those ways. I never allowed her to reciprocate in these things and she seemed relieved, I didn't know about the concept of stone at that time, I just knew that's how I wanted things and it was so great to finally be with someone who was fine with that.

I'd have gone to Bible study with her if she wanted, I had it that bad for her. She was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing I thought about at night. I day dreamed that I was her husband and that I fell asleep with her in my arms at night.

But then she got a job somewhere else and she wasn't doing business with me anymore. She worked at a larger company with a detached unit where someone with my sort of job was on site full time.

I got wind that she got divorced, which gave me hope. There were still the odd email or phone call and she would say she missed me. I told her I missed her but she still wouldn't see me outside of work.

Then I saw an announcement that they were going to start rotating the detached unit personnel, to “avoid conflicts of interest”. It was too much of a coincidence- she moved over there and now they had to institute this policy.

I wondered if whoever she had become involved with had gotten fired. I wondered if it was a man or a woman. And I knew she wasn't mine, never was mine and never would be mine. I guess I should be grateful that I dodged a bullet.

I saw her last October 18, 2008.

I'd give anything to be with her one more time.

09-08-2010, 10:50 PM	#3
Dutch Leonard Member How Do You Identify?: Stone Butch Tournaments Won: 7 Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: East of the Rockies Posts: 291 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,901 Thanked 389 Times in 120 Posts Rep Power: 4100778	Affair In the golden age of my employment I had very little supervision and oversight. We were making money hand over fist and nobody worried too much about what or how I did it, so long as the customers were happy. I had an office and an isolated equipment room in the back of it. In the middle of the day, I was often the only one in my area and dealt with walk in customers on my own. A new one started coming in frequently and I didn't notice her so much at first- a young, pretty married mother of two with long black hair and an impressive rack. Sometimes she would come by when she didn't have business, I guess she had that kind of autonomy at her company. She liked to talk and she talked about her husband, her kids, going to Bible study and about her job. One day she was sitting on the edge of my desk and I was standing in front of her, with a nice view down the front of her shirt into her bra. I worried that she might have noticed and was creeped out by the old bull dyke ogling her cleavage. I chastised myself for my lack of professionalism. I made a point of finding out what color her eyes were the next time I saw her. They were brown. I kept telling myself she is not flirting with me, she is not happier to see me than she is anybody else, she just talks this way to everybody. I had gone years without getting a crush on a straight woman so I knew I was in for a miserable time, but nevertheless I looked forward to her showing up or hearing her voice on the phone. One time she folded this piece of paper, and I left it there on my desk and looked at it a lot. I didn't sit and fondle it or anything, I just looked at it a lot, because she had touched it and I didn't throw it away for a really long time. Her visits increased and one day we were discussing equipment she would need for an upcoming project, so I showed her some pallets she would need in my equipment room. We went in and I didn't bother to flip on the light, she could see the pallets stacked there in the light coming from outside. She was standing so close in the near darkness and smelled so good and what I did next was totally insane. I kissed her. Without telling you exactly where I work, you just need to know this was a potentially very bad, life-ruining thing to do. Sexually assaulting a customer is a big no no. The moral problem of hitting on a married woman aside, the ethical problem of getting sexually involved with a customer, consenting or not, is a career ender. She was the ultimate in forbidden fruit. I pulled back, waiting for her to slug me or scream or something. She kissed me back. I went for her jeans and she cooperated in removing them and her panties and her shirt and bra. I set her up on the stack of plastic pallets and finger fucked her for all I was worth and she came hard, leaving a pretty good puddle on the top of those pallets. When we were done, I put her back together and she let me kiss her again before we exited the equipment room. I treasured the smell of her on my hands. So we began to have frequent assignations during the dead part of the day, so long as no one else was there. I tried to get her to meet me after hours but she pleaded her husband and family and I had to understand that. I started making sure I had dental dams in my leather jacket and started strapping at work, so I was able to service her in those ways. I never allowed her to reciprocate in these things and she seemed relieved, I didn't know about the concept of stone at that time, I just knew that's how I wanted things and it was so great to finally be with someone who was fine with that. I'd have gone to Bible study with her if she wanted, I had it that bad for her. She was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing I thought about at night. I day dreamed that I was her husband and that I fell asleep with her in my arms at night. But then she got a job somewhere else and she wasn't doing business with me anymore. She worked at a larger company with a detached unit where someone with my sort of job was on site full time. I got wind that she got divorced, which gave me hope. There were still the odd email or phone call and she would say she missed me. I told her I missed her but she still wouldn't see me outside of work. Then I saw an announcement that they were going to start rotating the detached unit personnel, to “avoid conflicts of interest”. It was too much of a coincidence- she moved over there and now they had to institute this policy. I wondered if whoever she had become involved with had gotten fired. I wondered if it was a man or a woman. And I knew she wasn't mine, never was mine and never would be mine. I guess I should be grateful that I dodged a bullet. I saw her last October 18, 2008. I'd give anything to be with her one more time.