Monday_(1)

Monday morning arrive too soon. As Mark and I got ready for work. My poor husband watched me with resigned eyes, as I pulled my company tee shirt over my braless boobs. I have large boobs, so I never go braless. So it felt strange to have my nipples rub against the tee shirt material, it made them sensitive, it made them poke out. The freedom made my nipples very hard. My husband couldn’t stop staring. I felt very self conscious. I didn’t want him to think I was enjoying this. We kissed and both went to work.

Seem like every body at the warehouse took notice of my new look. Walking fast was no longer an option; it caused an unacceptable bounce that attracted way to much attention. Going down steps was a real challenge. Seems I could not leave my desk with out every one starring at me. The problem was all the attention was making my nipples twice as hard. I resigned myself to stay at my desk as mush as possible for the day, and let the drivers come to me. It was around 10:30 when Brad’s truck backed in. As I watched him get out of the truck and head towards my desk my heart dropped to my stomach. I could see the gleam in his eyes and the smirk in his smile, as he looked my way. Brad’s eyes locked on to my boobs and did not even pretend not to stare. Even as he reached my desk he did not take his eyes off my boobs. He did not say anything as he handed me the paperwork, then he went over to the driver’s area to wait for his truck to be off loaded and then reloaded. I breathed a large sigh of relief as Brad walked away. That was to be short lived.

About 45 minutes later Clay backed in. Again my heart dropped into my stomach. Just seconds after his boots hit the ground, his eyes locked on mine, and he had a real shit eating grin. He beckoned to me to come to him as he moves to the front of his truck. What choice did I have? I rushed across the top of the loading doc and down the steps I am sure I was putting on a great show. My big tits bouncing painfully as I ran down the steps. Clay waiting over by the front of his truck just stood there watching the show. When I finally caught up with him he handed me his paper work and asked me if I had watched the 4 DVDs? I blushed he leaned in close and whispered into my ear “unless you want these passes out you will do everything I tell you to do”. He said that I was to catch Brad’s truck and climb up the driver’s side and lean in to his window. Then when he is done with me. I was told to climb into Clay’s truck, go to sleeper, strip and put my clothing into the box on his bed. Brad had just started up his truck I had to run shouting for Brad to wait. I am sure a lot of the guys saw me bouncing across the dock, my boobs hurt from bouncing so violently. I tried to hold them down, but I felt like my holding my boobs only made it look worse. I yelled up in to the cab “I think there is a mistake on your paperwork, please let me check it”. Brad looked at me smirked and stopped. At that I climb up the side of the cab and leaned way in his open window, as per my instructions. Brad’s right hand immediately grabbed my head and pulled me in for a very deep kiss. His left hand found its way up under my tee shirt. Wile our tongues wrestled, he groped my poor left boob. Squeezing and twisting it. Pinching my nipple, as hard as he could. I screamed but our kiss muffled the sound. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight. He reached over and gave my other boob a firm squeeze then let me go. I grabbed some papers and tried to look composed as I backed out of the window. I made a show of looking at them, handed them back to him, and told him he was good to go. Climbing down I checked myself in his rearview mirror. My hair showed signs of my recent activity, as if anyone would notice my hair today.

I felt so self conscious as I walked across the loading dock my boobs bouncing and my hair a mess. I could feel everybody eyes looking at me and I knew all of them thinking about what a whore I must really be. As I walked around to the passenger side of Clayton’s truck I look around to see if anybody was watching. Then quickly climbed in. I moved to the darkest part of the sleeper, and sat as quietly as I could listen for and sounds that might mean some one saw me. There was a very stout box sitting on the bed. When I felt comfortable that no one was following me, I undressed putting all my clothing into the box, and retreated back into the corner, to a wait for Clayton. I was deep in though thinking about this major turn in my life, the door opened, my heart jumped into my throat, and Clay climbed in. His smile broadens as he spotted me hiding in the corner. At first all he said was stand up and turn around. He watched me carefully. Next he closed the box with my clothing in it, and moved it to the front passenger side floor. He turned on his radio, and returned to me. I had to be sure you did not have any recording devices on you before we talk. Did you and your husband watch the DVDs? I nodded my head yes.