I saw the glint of anger in his eyes and knew I’d pushed a bit hard. But fuck it, he pissed me off, and he deserved it. I noted that the two black labourers and Nathan did not laugh. Only Jeff, the English guy, laughed and encouraged Jed’s vulgar gestures. I didn’t know much about Jeff. He’d only been with us for about two months but was much older than Jed, so I didn’t think they were mates.
The two black guys I liked. They had always shown me respect. Both were married, and I had met their wives at our Christmas function. Samba was a giant of a man, and Clive was even taller but not as bulky. They were the two strongest men on the site. Whenever we needed a pump or a generator moved, it would generally be Samba or Clive that people sent for.
Garrett crossed the road and asked what was going on. He had heard the high-pitched ‘whooo’ from the boys when I had put Jed down. And he saw the anger on Jed’s face.
“Just Jed is spouting off his misogynistic bullshit as usual. But he doesn’t like it so much when I give it back to him,” I said.
“Christ’s sake, Jed. She complains, and you get the sack. What’s the hell wrong with you? Get clearing, you guys; the surveyors are ready to start over this side of the road.”
I spent most of the morning with the surveyors, watching the predicted storm draw closer. Just before midday, I asked Ray how much longer, as the storm was approaching fast. He advised me they only needed half an hour and would have enough data to draw me up some accurate levels plans.
I relied, “You must urgent courier them to our San Fran office, as I’m returning there tomorrow.”
I turned and asked Garrett, “Can you get the boys to work through lunch? The surveyors don’t need much longer, and I want one more reading on the other side of that abutment before they go.”
Garrett was a strict union guy, and I knew he would likely refuse. So I butted in before he could answer.
“If they work until it rains, I’ll sign all your cards, and you can all knock off on full pay for the rest of the day.” Not such a big thing really, as if it rained like promised, they were unlikely to get much done for the rest of the day anyway.
He hesitated, so I spoke again, “If I have to get the surveyors in tomorrow, I have to stay an extra day, and their account will be doubled. We are already beginning to have cost overruns, and you know how much they eat into your end-of-contract bonus.”
He nodded okay to me and went over and spoke with the boys. I thought we were still going to miss out as soon after it started to spit. But even though it got darker, the rain kept holding off.
Steve and Ray packed up just before 1:00. As they drove off down the road. The boys also began to pack up.
But I held my hand up, “We agreed to work until it rained, then you can pack up for the day.” I said, “I just need that trench a little deeper and longer to see the water running down the hill and not disappearing under the road.”
Garret looked up at the sky, “I doubt you will get much more done. But that was our agreement.” he motioned the guys to resume.
I got a dirty look from Jeff. He was a lazy bastard and stickler for using union rules to do as little as he could get away with. But they all took to their shovels again, and I wandered over the whole site, taking photos of every survey peg and broader shots, giving me an idea of where each peg was located. We got another half hour. I was thirty yards up the road when the rain hit. The sky just opened up, and the rain bucketed down.
Garrett and the young guy he had working with him dived into the front of the truck, so they missed the worst. But the other five ran for the equipment shed, and I followed a good thirty paces behind. I was soaked before I had taken ten strides, and by the time I got to the shed door, I was as wet as a fish in a pond.
When I reached the shed, my breathing was coming in sharp gasps. As my hands hit the door, I realised my shortness of breath was not all from the run. I was full of anxiety and nervous excitement about entering the shed and being crammed into such a small space with five rough workers.
I half expected the door to be locked because of my pissing Jed off earlier. But it swung open and presented me with the five guys busy removing their sodden overalls. My eye was instantly drawn to Clive; he had to be six-six, had the body of some Greek adonis, and had already stripped to only his boxer shorts. His skin was as black as night, the colour of liquorice. He gave me a toothy grin as he shyly turned away from me and hung his overalls on a hook. The others, thankfully, had left their T-shirts on but were also hanging their overalls up to dry.
Jed reached behind me to pull the door closed. We were in such cramped quarters that his arm brushed across my shoulders, and the thrill of his touch made my skin squirm. The fact I didn’t like the guy made little difference; my breasts tingled, my nipples swelled, and I felt like I needed to sit before my knees gave out.
Samba yelled over the clatter of rain hitting the tin roof, “Leave the door open. I’ll throw the chairs outside to make some more room.”
Jed pulled me against him, and the young guy, Nathan, backed into me to give Samba room. Being crammed against Jed like this, I could feel his stiffy in the small of my back. Again, I was shocked to find myself getting slick and thinking most improper thoughts.
Samba threw the four chairs out into the deluge and asked if he should also toss the table out.
“No.” Replied Jed, “We may need that,” and he pushed me over to the edge of the table and turned me around to face him. Slowly it registered with me what Jed had said. Could he be so blatant as to speak out loud what I thought he meant? Should I object and step back out into the rain? It wasn’t cold, and I couldn’t get any wetter.
But before I could move, Jed stepped in close and took the zip of my overalls in his fingers, “Let’s get these off. They’ll dry quickly hung up on the hot wall with ours.”
I realised how hot the place was. The air had cooled with the onset of the rain, but the air in the shed was going to stay warm for a good while because of all the residual heat of the equipment.
Jed eased the zip slowly down and peeled the overalls from my shoulders. I didn’t even attempt to stop him. Being taken by a group of men was one of my hottest fantasies. I never believed it would happen, and I still wasn’t sure I would let it go any further. But I sure was tempted to yell and tell him to do it.
The atmosphere in the shed changed with Jed’s undoing of my zipper. I cocked my ear, half expecting to hear a crackling sound from the sexual tension that suddenly built in the shed. I felt and saw the guys tense up, hold their breath and go silent, and I became super aware of the heat from the bodies touching me on all sides.
Jed eased my overalls off my shoulders, they dropped past my hips, and it was only then that I remembered, I had nothing covering me from my waist down, but my sexy thong. As I dropped my hands to cover myself and protest, Jed gripped my armpits and lifted me onto the table’s edge. Jesus! He was strong! Then he bent, removed my workbooks, and roughly pulled my overalls from my ankles. He handed them to Jeff to be hung on the wall with everyone else’s.
There was an audible release of breath from the guys, and Jeff exclaimed in his northern English accent, “Fuck, look at that body. Made for fucking if I ever saw one.”
I lowered my eyes and saw my wet T-shirt clinging to me and my nipples showing through its material like half-inch missiles. My long shapely legs were clamped tightly together, but my mound was barely covered by the brief lacy material there.
All the butterflies in my stomach exploded and fluttered into my thighs, and I felt a flush spreading from my hairline, down my face, neck and onto my chest. I slammed my eyes tightly shut, not wanting the men to see the desire I felt sure was showing on my face. I wrapped an arm around my breasts, and a hand down to my groin, hoping to project some semblance of embarrassment and resistance.
I felt hands pulling my arms away and Jed’s hands peeling the T-shirt over my head. And I heard Nathan telling them to leave me alone, and I sensed he was trying to pull their hands off me. Jeff growled at him to stand by the window and watch that Garrett didn’t come to check on us if he didn’t want a piece of me.
I knew then that they intended to fuck me. I wondered if I were to scream, shout and spit tacks, I would be able to stop them. I doubted it; things had already gone past that point. And anyway, deep down, I really didn’t want them to stop. I knew I was unlikely ever to get this opportunity again, and I’d fantasised for years about being gang-banged.
“Jesus, look at the underwear she has on. Who would have thought we had this little sex pot hiding under all those baggy clothes?” Again, by the accent, I knew it was Jeff speaking, but there were more hands than his pawing at my body.
Jed ordered me to take my bra off, and I heard Jeff say, “Show us your tits, girl.”
“No!” I snapped. I’m still not sure if I can stop them or if I want to. But I sure as hell will not help them; I’m not that big a slut.
Jed begins to growl for me to do what he says, but Jeff comes to my rescue. “I’ll take the bra off. I’m dying to see these fucking melons.
I felt my bra being unhooked and discarded, and more than one pair of hands kneaded and pinched my tits. Jed pushed his way between my legs, forcing them apart, and the others pulled me back to lie on the table. As I fell back, I glanced to check Jed out; he’d dropped his boxers, revealing a very average pecker. That was a disappointment. It was nothing like I had expected. I thought the guys, being so big, would have similar proportions below their belts. And Jed, for all his bravado, I expected to be the largest. Well, maybe not; I’d heard all the stories about black men’s cocks.
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