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A Night with the Foreman

In this steamy story, Charlotte, a divorcee, starts a new job and finds herself drawn to Dick, the charismatic foreman. Their flirtation leads to a passionate encounter, leaving Charlotte craving more. Will she succumb to her desires?

Chapter 1

Charlotte, a 35-year-old bombshell with a wanderlust spirit, found herself in a peculiar situation at her new job. As the delivery manager for a bustling lumber company, she oversaw a crew of young, energetic delivery men, each with their own charm. But there was one man who stood out, and not necessarily for the right reasons—Richard, the loading dock foreman, a man who preferred the nickname 'Dick'.

Charlotte couldn't help but notice the way Dick looked at her. His gaze was intense, as if he could x-ray her clothes and admire her every curve. It was a mix of discomfort and arousal, a sensation she tried to ignore. Her job was demanding enough without the added complication of a flirtatious foreman.

It was Friday, and as usual, Charlotte had dressed to impress. She knew the men loved a good show, and she wasn't one to disappoint. Her outfit for the day was a tan wool sweater, tight enough to showcase the curves of her push-up bra, and a brown skirt that flirted with her knees. Four-inch heels and dark suntan stockings completed the ensemble, ensuring all eyes were on her.

As she signed the timecards, Charlotte's heart raced when Dick approached. His rugged charm and piercing stare made her feel exposed, especially when he fixed his gaze on her ample cleavage. They exchanged pleasantries, but Dick's eyes never strayed from her chest. His boldness made her blush, a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

In a playful move, Dick held out his timecard just out of her reach, forcing Charlotte to lean forward, revealing more than she intended. Her skirt rode up her thighs, showcasing her long, nylon-clad legs. Dick's wolfish grin widened as he complimented her legs, making Charlotte's cheeks burn.

"You've got some great pins, Charlotte. I bet they get you places," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

Charlotte, caught off guard, mumbled a response, feeling her face flush even more. "Thanks, they get me around," she replied, her voice soft and breathy.

Dick leaned closer, his proximity sending shivers down her spine. "Why don't you join us for a drink after work? The guys and I would love to have you down at the office," he said, his breath warm on her cheek.

Charlotte hesitated, her mind battling between her desire for companionship and her better judgment. "I don't know, Dick. I'm not sure that's a good idea," she said, her voice laced with uncertainty.

But Dick was persistent, his confidence growing with every second. "Come on, Charlotte. It'll be fun. You know you want to let loose a little," he said, his hand brushing against her arm, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

Charlotte's heart raced as she considered the invitation. It had been three long years since her divorce, and the last year of her marriage had been a loveless, sexless nightmare. She craved attention, physical touch, and the thrill of being wanted. Despite her better judgment, she found herself nodding in agreement, her eyes locking with Dick's.

"Alright, I'll come," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Dick's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with victory. "That's my girl. See you after work, then," he said, his hand lingering on her shoulder before he turned to leave.

As Charlotte watched him walk away, she felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knew Dick was a player, a man who likely had a string of conquests under his belt. But she also knew she needed this—a night of passion, of feeling desired and wanted. She was tired of being ignored, of feeling like an object of pity after her divorce.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, Charlotte's mind filled with thoughts of what the evening might bring. She touched up her makeup and adjusted her bra, ensuring her cleavage was on full display. She wanted to feel sexy, wanted, and she was determined to make this night count.

As the workday ended, Charlotte made her way to Dick's office, her heart pounding in her chest. The office was dimly lit, with the sound of laughter and music filling the air. Dick was there, surrounded by his crew, all eyes turning towards Charlotte as she entered.

"Well, well, look who decided to join us," Dick said, his voice carrying across the room. "Come on over, Charlotte. Let's get you a drink."

Charlotte felt a rush of adrenaline as she approached the group. She was the center of attention, a feeling she both relished and feared. Dick handed her a glass of wine, his fingers brushing against hers, sending a spark of desire through her body.

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter, flirting, and subtle touches. Charlotte found herself drawn to Dick, his charisma and charm irresistible. As the hours passed, the group dwindled, leaving just Charlotte and Dick alone in the office.

Dick's gaze intensified as he moved closer, his body invading her personal space. "You know, Charlotte, I've been wanting to do this all night," he said, his voice husky and low.

Charlotte's breath quickened as she felt his hand on her waist, pulling her closer. She could feel his desire, the hardness of his erection pressing against her. Without a word, she leaned in, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss.

Dick's kiss was demanding, his tongue exploring her mouth with urgency. Charlotte moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. She could feel his hands roaming over her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing them through her sweater.

Dick broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he whispered, "Let's take this somewhere more private."

Charlotte nodded, her mind clouded with desire. She followed him to a storage room, their lips never parting, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Dick's fingers worked at the buttons of her sweater, exposing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts.

"Damn, Charlotte, you're incredible," he whispered, his mouth latching onto her nipple through the lace, sucking and teasing it to hardness.

Charlotte arched her back, her hands gripping his hair, urging him on. "More, Dick, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need.

Dick obliged, his hands sliding down her body, lifting her skirt to reveal her lace-covered pussy. His fingers traced her wetness, slipping beneath the fabric to find her hot, aching core.

"So wet, so fucking ready," he growled, his fingers plunging into her, making her gasp with pleasure.

Charlotte's knees buckled as he worked her clit with his thumb, bringing her closer to the edge. "Fuck, Dick, I'm gonna cum," she cried out, her body trembling.

Dick's fingers quickened, his thumb pressing against her clit as he brought her to a shattering orgasm. Charlotte's body shook, her juices flowing freely as she climaxed, crying out his name.

Dick lifted her onto a nearby stack of crates, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste you," he said, his hands spreading her legs wide.

Charlotte, still riding the waves of her orgasm, moaned as Dick lowered his head, his tongue flicking her clit, making her squirm with pleasure. He licked and sucked, driving her wild with desire.

"Oh fuck, yes, don't stop," she pleaded, her hands gripping the crates, her hips lifting to meet his mouth.

Dick's tongue delved deep, his fingers joining in, filling her with a blissful sensation. Charlotte's body trembled as he brought her to another climax, her juices flowing over his tongue.

"That's it, cum for me again," he urged, his voice thick with desire.

Charlotte's body exploded in ecstasy, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she screamed his name. Dick devoured her, his tongue lapping up her essence, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault.

Finally, Charlotte collapsed, her body spent and satisfied. Dick stood, his erection straining against his pants. "I need to be inside you," he growled, his eyes wild.

Charlotte, still dazed from her orgasms, nodded her agreement. Dick quickly shed his clothes, his muscular body on full display. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance.

With one swift thrust, he filled her, stretching her pussy with his thickness. Charlotte gasped, her body adjusting to his size. Dick began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock filling her deeply.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Charlotte," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips, driving into her with force.

Charlotte matched his pace, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. "Harder, Dick, fuck me harder," she pleaded, her body craving more.

Dick complied, his thrusts becoming more powerful, his cock slamming into her wetness. Charlotte's pussy clenched around him, her body on the brink of another climax.

"I'm gonna cum, Charlotte, fucking cum with me," Dick groaned, his body tensing.

Charlotte's pussy spasmed, her orgasm building as Dick pounded into her. Their bodies moved as one, their pleasure intertwined, until they both cried out in unison, their orgasms consuming them.

Dick collapsed onto Charlotte, his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat. Charlotte ran her hands over his back, her eyes closed, savoring the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

"That was incredible," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Dick smiled, his lips brushing against her ear. "It's not over yet, Charlotte. I've got more to show you," he promised, his hand reaching down to stroke her sensitive clit.

Charlotte moaned, her body already responding to his touch. She knew this night was just the beginning, and she couldn't wait to see what else Dick had in store for her.