Chrissy Meets the Longshoreman – Part1

Chrissy meets a longshoreman for some spontaneous and sexy fun at the Port of Providence.  It’s true what they say about a working man’s stamina.

Chrissy Meets the Longshoreman

My uncle asked me to go to the docks to pick up an antique dresser shipped from Europe.  He gave me the instructions and I called to make a late evening appointment to meet the managing longshoreman for pick-up.  Arriving at the docks on time, It was confusing to see a really big aluminum building.  The kind of one you see in the old cop movies from the ’70s.  There were no other cars in the parking lot and I was a little nervous, but there was a light on showing from the office door window so I knew someone was there.  Also, I noticed the police car driving past & slowing down so I figured if there was a real problem at least the police were nearby.

I knocked on the door and the longshoreman in charge opened it.  He was an older fisherman looking type.   His name was Bob he had a short white beard, gray hair, smiling eyes, and a calm demeanor.  He was really nice and was saying all the right things to make me feel at ease

We worked through the process of picking up an overseas item, signing papers, matching my id, etc.  It was required that I put on a hard had to enter the facility which was a huge warehouse.  We walked down the aisles until we came to the crate holding my uncle’s bureau.  So far my meeting with this freight guy was going well.  I suddenly had a kinky idea.

I Show My Appreciation

It was there that he said he didn’t get many pretty girls in that warehouse, and I also said I had never been in a warehouse.  I didn’t even know what it would take to meet a longshoreman or what it would be like.  Meanwhile, he explained how he normally didn’t work so late, and that most of the dock freight work took place in the morning and early afternoon.  It was hard work moving all that cargo.

Just as he was saying that I wouldn’t be necessary, I put my hand on his crotch.  His dick hardened in his pants against my hand instantly.  Again he protested claiming that it was his job to meet me and he was happy to stay late when his longshoreman work required it.  I insisted that he wasn’t getting paid extra for staying late for me and I really appreciated him walking me through the process of picking up this dresser.

The Longshoreman Guides Me to the Floor

Jokingly, I told him that I would be gentle in that I really wanted to thank him in the best way that I know how to.  He agreed with a smile and took off his jacket and put it on the concrete floor.   As he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts.  It was a decent dick.  I would say almost 7.5 inches.  It bent a little upwards and to the left, with a fairly fat mushroom tip and a fair girth.

I took his hand and put it on my left breast as he held my other elbow and guided me to the floor.  My knees, were comfy on his jacket, my mouth was watering.  He fondled my breasts, and I slid the tip of my tongue up and down the vein of his dick.  I was excited to meet the longshoreman’s dick.  I could feel it pulsing against my lips and it was making me wet.

Visions of torrid warehouse fucking with a freight guy were bouncing around in my head.  Also, my whole body was excited and nervous, but also hungry to devour his cock.  I wondered, would he fuck me too?

 

Check back on Friday for Part 2 of this true story.  If you can’t wait until then, you can purchase the audio version here.  If you missed it, you can read last week’s naughty true Bukkake Stripper tale of cum here.

 

 

 
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