Book Club At Work

After I left my crappy-paying job at the 24-hour gas station in the late 70s, I got a job at a book wholesaler warehouse. Although the pay was a bit better, the main “attraction” was the normal working hours. The job entailed picking orders from (usually) school boards and libraries and packing them for shipping. I loved being around books and to my surprise found that books with sexually explicit photos would occasionally show up. This was pre-internet porn days and the usual magazines weren’t that revealing yet and were generally of pretty low quality.

One fine day, I picked an order (for a school board, somewhat surprisingly) that included a book about human reproduction. While looking through it, I came across a colour picture of a naked woman who looked to be in her early 30s who was standing facing the camera. She was quite slender and, while her boobs were small, her erect nipples were spectacular. Despite the angle, her deep red cuntlips were quite visible and she sported a dense, light brown bush. I got hard instantly as I groped my cock through my jeans and decided to take the book to the can and jack off. However, when I got there, it was occupied and I sadly returned to my work area.

I was still horny and decided I would take the chance of stroking off in the newspaper storage area (we used old newspapers to protect the books from sliding around in the shipping boxes). Nobody was there, so I stood in a corner and dropped my jeans and underwear to my ankles. The picture was really arousing me and I worked my cock in a steady, full-fist grip. I got pre-cum flowing and it lubed my shaft nicely. I did the stop-start technique to increase my horniness and build up my load. I went into the final strokes (I thought!) and just as I felt my cum starting to boil over, a door from another part of the warehouse opened. I was totally busted and stopped jerking as a woman employee named Karen came through.

She stopped, looking at my erect cock in my hand, and smiled. We had always been friendly at work as we had similar tastes in music and smoked the odd doobie together. Karen was borderline obese, with large breasts and a quite attractive face. I’d never thought of her in a sexual way - I was a very shallow, judgmental young man in those days. She came over and looked at the photo I was whacking to, and said, “Don’t let me interrupt you. Go ahead and cum!”

I didn’t need any encouragement: I figured if she told on me and I got fired, no biggie. I resumed my meat-beating and after a gentle squeeze of my balls started to shoot a big, hot load. Holding in any moans of pleasure, I blasted rope after rope of thick cum all over a pile of newspapers. Karen watched me cum, still smiling, and said, “Nice one,” and left the area. I wiped up with some paper towel and returned to my work station, kind of weak at the knees from the intensity of my cumshot and the possibility of getting told on.

Nothing resulted though, and Karen and me resumed our music discussions during our breaks and lunch hours. Then, maybe a week later, my phone rang, and it was Karen. She seemed a bit out of breath and told me she had picked an order containing an oversized hardcover book with lots of “horny stuff” in it. She told me she had been rubbing herself through her jeans at her desk and wanted to meet me at the freight elevator. This elevator stopped moving if you raised a gate between floors and stoners at the warehouse regularly used it for joint-smoking breaks.

Karen and me got into the elevator and stopped it between the second and third floors. There was a pile of boxes awaiting unloading in the elevator and she put the book she’d found on top. For the day, it was a great payload. The pictures were black-and-white and very professionally shot. We lowered our pants and underwear to our knees and began to masturbate together. Karen’s cunt was quite sparsely haired and I could make out her very wet labia when I looked over from time to time. But our attention was mainly focussed on the hot photos as we jacked and jilled away.

The “centrefold” was a two-page photo of a youngish Asian woman laying on her back and fingering her shaved snatch (the label made some pretense of explaining what her clit was for). Other good pics included a full-penetration shot of the same woman getting stuffed by a thick cock, her labia stretched wide. There was a good shot of a large, magnificently hard, well-veined dick, and another one of some cum spurting out of a cock as a man jerked himself off. Karen and me soon came, again holding in our cries of ecstasy, me shooting a massive, juicy cumload on the elevator shaft walls as I jacked myself off furiously. We recovered a bit, replaced our clothing, and returned to work.

Both of us left that job within a few months - the low pay and non-existent benefits made the freedom to indulge in smoke- and masturbation-breaks just not worth it - and we never saw each other again.