When The Testosterone Overwhelmed Me, Most Is True Some My Fantasy
Four persons from our company were sent to be witnesses of a destruction of a pressure vessel. This pressure vessel was as big as a house. It sounds weird, but you have to do that to know the limits. It was a site designated for the purpose, the vessel was placed in the middle, cameras from every angle. It was shot at, it was hit by a big swinging object, an explosion was fired under it. It had to survive, if these explode it will sink the ship. The air was full of smells from the various explosives, but all I could smell was the testosterone. The only female present, I felt small and insignificant. I was intruding in a space I didn't belong. I was in the lion's den and I could smell it.
The big, and I mean big man, who put his hand on my shoulder to turn me around, said we had to go back to the plant to review the videos and the pressure vessel was going to be taken back to be minutely examined. He walked me to the Suburban, I could smell his testosterone. His hand was heavy on my shoulder, guiding me, controlling me. When he opened the door for me, I had to sit in the middle, being the 'smallest' one. Four big men were in the suburban with me, The foreman who had walked me to away from the site referred to me as 'little lady'. I wasn't offended, although if my peers had called me that I would have been.
Back at the plant, in a large room with a large screen we watched over and over again the videos, from every possible angle. I was sitting beside the Foreman, now I had a name for him, my own nickname, Big Bubba. He freely laid his arm across the back of the chair I was sitting in. He had gotten possessive, I was no longer 'little lady' I was HIS little lady. He sent me to get him a soda. After I sat down from getting him his soda, he pulled my chair close to him, so he could lay his arm around me more comfortably. He oozed a man smell and I couldn't stop looking at him.
In the elevator when they took us to lunch he pulled me up close to him to let the elevator fill up. He had both hands on my shoulders, and I was resting against him. I could feel that his hands were going to go down over my chest and grip me. I could feel the bulge of his pants against my back. I wasn't nervous, but I was shacking. When we walked to the lunch room I picked the chair beside him and offered to get him his lunch and soda. At the lunch there were two other women, they didn't even hint about treating a man properly. After we ate, and he was drinking his coffee, which I had gotten for him, he laid his hand on my thigh. I stared down at his huge finger. That shaking returned. I did the unthinkable, without prior warning, I reacted and kissed his cheek and told him he was the only gentleman in the room.
When that night at dinner, I sat next to him again and let him rest his left hand on my thigh all he wanted. I guarded his hand with mine and let him run his hand up and down my thigh even after it got too high. By then I had both hands on his hand, and I was holding his hand tight against my thigh. I started to think about the next step. Was he going to be gentle, or was he going to be a rabid bear with me. Was I going to be able to walk normally, or was I going to have to nurse my wounded vagina. Was his dick so big I was going to need both hands. Was he going to undress me, or just toss me on the bed an fuck me. All these things were going through my mind as we sat at that dinner. I didn't hear a single conversation.
I took a deep breath at one point, and I smelled him clearly. His man smell was so strong to me. I wanted him to excuse himself and take me upstairs to my room. Sitting there was boring, by then I was holding his hand in my crotch and his fingers were working me. I grabbed his pants and squeezed, and he held my hand down hard. I moved closer to him and asked him to escort me. When we got to my room I had a sudden urge to use the bathroom. I went back into the room without my pants or panties on. He released his dick and got on me. He wasn't gentle and he wasn't a rabid bear either. He was methodical, each stroke measured. When it was over and he had done what men do, I lay there under him for a minute or two smelling his manhood. I put my arms around his neck and held onto him, until he fell over.
