The Hot Guy In The Packing Shed
The highlight of my days was paying a visit to the packing shed, and not because it offered some respite from the monotonous work. I liked going there because of the handsome guy who worked the forklift….
The thing is, I wanted this guy. I had no idea what his name was or anything about him, but the very sight of him turned me on. Perhaps it was mere animal attraction, or maybe I was just damned horny after several weeks traveling alone, but I dearly wanted to fuck him.
In fact, just the thought of him got me through the long hours as I worked my way along the rows of trees. I imagined myself naked and covered in sweat as his body moved against mine. I thought about his lips and how wonderful it would feel to have them against my flesh. Too often I fantasized about his tongue and what he could do with it…
An excerpt from the Wicked Ways letters column at For The Girls, which features real-life stories of lust and love.
