Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 77

"Cindy's new job and the Men she meets there"

This another in the long list of true adventures my wife and I have shared...

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After working at the Harley Store for several years, Cindy was getting a little bored and decided she needed a change. I teased her that she only wanted to leave as she had worked her way through most of the guys there and was looking for fresh meat. In fact, as many of you know, when you ride with a group of bikers for a while, many times they give you a nickname. Since Cindy always seemed to be on the prowl for new cocks, they came up with the name “Hunter” for her. Yes, short for Cock-Hunter. It was always a little strange to be around everyone who knew her as Hunter, yet also a little thrilling, knowing that everyone who called her by that name, knew how much she enjoyed finding a new cock to play with.


It didn’t take long for her to find another job. She seems to be one of those women who can walk into a place and be hired on the spot. Of course, it has nothing to do that she is knockout gorgeous and has a nice set of “D’s” filling out her tops, right?

She had been hired at a company that provided mobile worksite trailers for different reasons. Some of these were for field offices at construction sites, but also temporary classrooms to schools and many other uses. The company was part of a national chain, but the local office consisted of four people in the office; the boss, two sales reps and Cindy herself to do all the administrative duties. There were also several work crews in charge of transporting the trailers and setting them up at the different job sites around town and in neighboring states.

In a future story I will tell you all about her boss Gerrard and what they did together, but for now, I believe I want to share with you Cindy’s fun she that had with one of the crew chiefs, Ron. To add to this, I will also tell you about my fun that I had with Ron’s wife, Stephanie, when she found out about her husband’s affair.

Cindy spent several months getting familiar with her job and on many occasions would tell me about all the people there. She would tell me that many of the set-up crew guys would stop in to chat with her and try to flirt with her whenever the boss was not around. She said she loved teasing these guys and would always cross her legs in her short skirts when they were around, or bend over a low filing cabinet to give them a look at her cute butt.

One guy in particular seemed to really catch her eye, and I suppose, she caught his. He would always spend a long time in the office, talking and flirting with her. She of course would tell me all about it each night and we began to use Ron as a little inspiration during sex. She said that Ron was a big guy, well over six foot tall and, from working outdoors and with all the manual labor, he apparently was very well built. She used to tell me he would come inside to get a drink, and she would stare at his sweat covered muscles and get horny. I would constantly tease her about him and she would get very wet when I mentioned how Ron probably wanted to bend her over her desk some day.

She was in charge of scheduling the crews and she knew what days Ron would be around. She always made it a point to be dressed just a little sexier on those days and each night when she would come home, she would tell me how she and he flirted and how badly she wanted to be with him. I of course was reaping the benefits and would have a wildcat on my hands on these nights.

One night she came home and as we were having dinner she looked over to me. “Do we have any plans for Friday night?” she asked. I could tell something was up.

“No,” I told her. “David asked if we wanted to go see a band or something, but nothing definite. Why?”

“Because Ron asked me what I was doing. He said that he usually goes fishing all night on Fridays during the summer and that it would be fun to have someone else go with him.” She started to get that puppydog look on her face she gets when asking to do something.

“Isn’t he married?” I asked.

“Yes, but his wife hates fishing and never goes with him.”

“Sounds like you just want to go check out his worm,” I teased.

“It better not be the size of a worm!” she laughed.

I told her it was fine with me and that I would head out partying with David while she had her fun “fishing.” Friday rolled around and I left while she was still in the shower. Of course my mind was on what sort of fun she was getting into and I guess I wasn’t into partying too much. I headed home early and waited until she got there. I fell asleep about 1:30. About 6:00 am she rolled in and had a smile on her face.

“Did you have fun?” I asked. She nodded. “Catch any fish?” She shook her head no.

She crawled into bed with me and proceeded to tell me about her night. They actually did in fact drive to the river and Ron got out all of his fishing gear and proceeded to set up for a night of fishing. He had actually brought along some firewood and proceeded to build a nice little campfire and then opened up a cooler full of beer. He had backed his Bronco up so that they could sit on the tailgate by the fire.