The Oil Incident SeXStoRY

You’d never think that counting stuff could be fun. Angie loved her job. She loved the fact that objects can’t lie, cheat or generally fuck you up. 250kg tubs of vegetable oil are just what they claim to be and don’t try to be something they’re not. Her job today was to book in a consignment that had been delivered the night before. She had three rolls of stickers to put on them, a barcode scanner and a ladder to reach the top barrels. This was quite an awkward collection, especially as Angie was not a small woman. 35 years old, just less than six feet tall with long brown hair, Angie was certainly striking. She was also plump, chubby, hourglass – call it what you like it amounted to a big set of everything, breasts, thighs and ass. She was slightly self-conscious about her size; she still hated negative comments about it, but knew that many men found it attractive. Angie had been busy counting for about two hours. Most workers had already gone home. She had managed to plough through the first group of tubs and needed a forklift driver to take a couple down so she could reach the second group. The usual guy had been off work for some time with illness. The replacement guy, from an agency, was quite hard to track down and was never around when you wanted him. Angie was beginning to develop a dislike for him. As usual he was nowhere to be seen. After a frustrating ten minute wait Angie heard the truck in the distance. The new guy, Steve, drove up to her. “Hi, Angela. What do you need?” He said cheerily. “Err. It’s Angie…I want you to move these tubs so I can get to the ones behind.” “Oh, Ok.” Steve looked the tubs up and down a few times and then turned the truck towards them. Angie stood back a little and folded her arms. She thought this would send an appropriate message to Steve of her dissatisfaction with his performance. However, all it did was display the voluptuous ripeness of her boobs. Poor Steve, a slave to Angie’s breasts, became dangerously distracted. He drove in with his forks too high and, instead of going under them, pierced two drums and released 500Kg of oil. “Shit!” said Steve. When Angie saw what happened and shouted “Noooo! You idiot!” Steve went to reverse out but Angie saw that this would make it even worse. “Stay where you are! I’ll see if I can stop the flow.” She grabbed a large fire blanket to stop up the hole. Unfortunately oil has a tendency to be slippery, and Angie’s feet went from under her and she landed in the ever growing puddle. Steve saw his one true love (or should that be two true loves) in peril and immediately jumped off his truck to assist. “Angie!” he cried, and promptly slipped as well, landing on top of her with his hands inadvertently latching on to her magnificent chest. Angie gasped, she knew that her t-shirt had been rendered completely see-through by the oil, and now had the indignity of an almost stranger’s hands clamped about her plumptious pillows. “Sorry!”, “Get off!” “I can’t!”, “TRY!” Every time Steve attempted to scrabble off of Angie’s bosom her t-shirt rode further and further up until it was bunched under her chin and her bra-clad melons were exposed to the world. She flipped onto her front, causing Steve to slip off, and tried to crawl away. This succeeded in dragging her track suit down to her ankles and rendered her small, white panties as transparent as her bra. She was covered in oil. She glanced back in horror to see if Steve was looking at her. He had managed to climb back into the forklift and was constantly apologising like the pathetic human being he was. He said “I’ll just move the forklift out of the way.” Before Angie could react he had reversed the forks out of the tubs. A whole glug of oil landed on poor Angie’s head. She stood up in a fit of anger not realising her knickers had become snagged on a pallet and they ripped away leaving her in a bra and steel toe-capped boots. She put her hands on her hips, looked at the, now, gibbering Steve and said, “Well – are you going to help or not?” Steve climbed down and gingerly walked towards her, hands raised in conciliation. “Boy, Angie, it’s really slippery, make sure you don’t fa…aarrghh!” Steve, with the irony that only fate can deal, slipped forwards into Angie’s arms. She immediately slipped over into the huge puddle of oil and the two of them thrashed around on the floor. “Stop!” shouted Angie, “Could you do me a favour? Could you get your dirty little hand out of my bra?” “No, it’s stuck!” Indeed Steve’s gold ring was firmly caught in the bra clasp “You’ll have to take it off.” “Really?” Thought Angie, “Why the hell not? Might as well go the whole hog.” Angie slipped of her bra, leaving her standing in boots and nothing else. “What are you going to do about this situation?” Steve took of his tee shirt and began to undo his jeans. “What the hell…what are you doing!” “I thought you’d be less uncomfortable if you weren’t the only one who was naked.” Angie looked on aghast as Steve proceeded to take everything off. She supposed his body was quite fit, and noted that his penis, already completely hard, was of an impressive size. This was a major surprise as she thought that a man so ineffective would have: a) A small penis b) A limp, floppy penis c) A penis that was kind of funny looking in some way But Steve’s penis was none of these things. It was larger than average, harder than most and had nothing amusing/shocking about it at all. She found herself being quite turned on – but maybe that was the oil talking. “OK, then let’s get this over with.” She sat on her ample bottom and took Steve in her mouth. Soon he was as slippery as she was. Her boobs and bum felt amazing – smooth, soft and slippery – he wished he had more hands! He contented himself with sliding in and out of her fleshy boobs and felt his cock fill to bursting point. Angie loved the feeling of her fingers as she gently abused herself. This loser’s cock was really pushing her buttons. She could feel its heat between her breasts as the oil warmed up. She grabbed his throbbing cock and guided it to her pussy. Every rub of skin on skin sent ripples through her. “Behind,” breathed Steve and she was only too willing to comply. He gripped her hips and thrusted away until both were satisfied. Angie lay smoothing the oil over her body, enjoying its feel. When she recovered she raised herself up on one elbow and poked Steve in the ribs with an index finger. “Well, you gonna clear this mess up or what?”