Bi-Sexual Female / 27
At 19 The Men In The Warehouse Stripped Me
I work in purchasing, 12 men and two women. The men work in the warehouse, one is the supervisor and the others warehousemen. The other woman and me we work in inhouse supply, we talk to external suppliers.
Right after I went to work there, another Friday, it got out of hand for everyone. We went as a group to this hamburger joint out by the high way. In the back outside under a roof the guys set up a line of tables and paid the waitress to walk up and down the tables (set up like a runway) in her underwear. Dollar bills, and five and tens and twenties were stuck in her bra and panties. Hands touched her, her private parts, her behind and her tits in her bra. Calling for take off more, but she refused and strutted down the 'runway'.
It was embarrassing for me, the other woman stood silent. I complained. I was lifted onto the table runway and the chanting began for me to 'take it off, all of it'. Some hands grabbed at my pants, and pulled them down, my shoes went one way, my pants the other way. I covered my crotch with both hands, and someone pulled my panties down from behind. My bra was picked loose and my hands lifted over my head, while the last of my panties were pulled down and gotten rid of.
The guys were all screaming and yelling, clapping and whistling, the waitress had gotten dressed again and the other woman just looked at me. I had a tie put around my neck and I was pulled back and forth on the tables, trying not to fall, completely naked. I was so frustrated and embarrassed and begging the other woman came to my rescue. 'She's mine, leave her alone'. Lots of complaining, what did she mean I was hers? You have to be kidding, she's gay too? The other woman picked up some of my clothes and helped me dress. The waitress brought me my shoes and bra but my panties were no where to be found.
I was kissed that afternoon in front of everyone, by the other woman. She's mine, she declared, and we walked out. In the car she told me that that will teach them. And for my safety I had better stay close to her. Don't fend off any kisses and hold her hand to cross the street. If I need a hug, come to her. If I'm past needing sexual attention, then I know to go to her.
I wasn't bothered again by the men, the waitress and a friend did the panty walk for them. The other woman wasn't man friendly and she kept me beside her, whether just to be close to her, or because I was past needing sexual attention. I may have not liked it, but I did it. Or I may have liked and I did it. Either way I learned there is something about a woman kissing you. It's nothing to sneeze at, it's actually wonderful. Gentle wonderful wet kisses that travel from you face lips to your 'other' lips.
Right after I went to work there, another Friday, it got out of hand for everyone. We went as a group to this hamburger joint out by the high way. In the back outside under a roof the guys set up a line of tables and paid the waitress to walk up and down the tables (set up like a runway) in her underwear. Dollar bills, and five and tens and twenties were stuck in her bra and panties. Hands touched her, her private parts, her behind and her tits in her bra. Calling for take off more, but she refused and strutted down the 'runway'.
It was embarrassing for me, the other woman stood silent. I complained. I was lifted onto the table runway and the chanting began for me to 'take it off, all of it'. Some hands grabbed at my pants, and pulled them down, my shoes went one way, my pants the other way. I covered my crotch with both hands, and someone pulled my panties down from behind. My bra was picked loose and my hands lifted over my head, while the last of my panties were pulled down and gotten rid of.
The guys were all screaming and yelling, clapping and whistling, the waitress had gotten dressed again and the other woman just looked at me. I had a tie put around my neck and I was pulled back and forth on the tables, trying not to fall, completely naked. I was so frustrated and embarrassed and begging the other woman came to my rescue. 'She's mine, leave her alone'. Lots of complaining, what did she mean I was hers? You have to be kidding, she's gay too? The other woman picked up some of my clothes and helped me dress. The waitress brought me my shoes and bra but my panties were no where to be found.
I was kissed that afternoon in front of everyone, by the other woman. She's mine, she declared, and we walked out. In the car she told me that that will teach them. And for my safety I had better stay close to her. Don't fend off any kisses and hold her hand to cross the street. If I need a hug, come to her. If I'm past needing sexual attention, then I know to go to her.
I wasn't bothered again by the men, the waitress and a friend did the panty walk for them. The other woman wasn't man friendly and she kept me beside her, whether just to be close to her, or because I was past needing sexual attention. I may have not liked it, but I did it. Or I may have liked and I did it. Either way I learned there is something about a woman kissing you. It's nothing to sneeze at, it's actually wonderful. Gentle wonderful wet kisses that travel from you face lips to your 'other' lips.
