What She Told Me About Her Experience And Concerns With A Huge Wiener.

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Okay, I am that invisible guy in a work place or wherever that often gets the wild comment/story. I can just guess that at some point people see that I am a good listener and as a "beatnik" type have zero negative judgement. So I have been told some pretty wild things and will share some of these first-hand experiences and will start with my second favorite that does applaud penis from a female experience yet give another perspective of what a female, per what she told me, things about size and sex.

It was the day after Thanksgiving so the two of us were the only ones in the office of a small business. You know, just in case stuff. Her to handle phones and me to be there in case a "manager" is required. I was not nor have never been critical yet I have always, I guess, been seen as so dependable and also get that certificate or two at a place to get an "over-ride". The whole "he can get things fixed for customer no matter what" level of a login.

Yes we got some calls and took care of said customers. But it was as expected a slow and easy day. Getting paid time and a half just to be there. Been there done that day. Clean somethings that no one will notice were dirty yet need cleaning and do some organizing in the similar.

She seemed particularly hyper in the morning. Like a water-bug darting around though it was slow. I had commented at one point during the morning part of our coverage of said. She had smiled but not responded with any clarification. It was slow so I figured it was one of the many things in her life of chaos that I had come to hear about. Without a conscious thought I didn't press given that based upon the history of our chats she would eventually tell me about the latest nonsense. I would listen and say something less than profound yet supporting of her feelings and two to five days later she would say something akin to "thank you, we worked it out".

About mid-afternoon she comes in to my kind of a office. Nothing more than a cubicle set up but it did have a door given my "importance." I did let her know no one was here as she did that. No response to that by her I guess she just closed the door on reflex.

To her credit I gathered that she had been holding something in and was waiting for a time in which I was clearly just trying to pass the time.

"Remember the maintenance guy I told you about?", she blurted out.

I nodded. There was a guy that fixed things per requests at the mobile home park she lived. He was rather gruff with her in the mini-conversations and could fix anything quickly. She had said that he was similar in age to her, some where in high-30's, but unlike her arrogant and too the point in his comments. She had said she found him attractive though he was at most 140 pounds, always looked like it had been two days since he had cleaned up for the public and a half-foot short of six feet.

She was similar in height and I had always wondered why she had never been married given her looks. She did get a lot of attention. I think it was her attraction to chaos that kept guys from going past dating and casual sex with her. Though, again, I did wonder why with her beautiful, big green eyes, easy smile, dusty blonde hair that was naturally wavy and usually in a ponytail (she was the tomboy type) and even in her bloused she clearly had ample breasts. She kept herself fit though I never knew her hobbies. Like if she ran or did cross-fit. I knew some much about her yet she had never told me her workout routine.

Anyway, she just just starts with something akin to "I have to share this."

"You ever been shocked by a partner come romance time?", She asked rhetorically. I put it that way given she didn't wait for my response.

Instead tells me about how the maintenance guy had showed up apparently after his shift was done for the day with a bottle of wine. He used the guise of following up on latest thing he had fixed for her to verify everything was solid. She invited him noting the obvious things. He had went to his place within the compound to clean up and had the wine bottle. He wanted to share it with her versus it being some type of follow up gift.

She invited him and they gabbed over the bottle of wine. They drank it all and she shared a couple of bong hits with him from her stash.

"He was so big I was scared!" She blurted out as her need to share something was very disjointed. From I had some weed and shared it to this.

"I thought you said he was a short wiry...."

She stopped me and said, "no, I mean his... you know, his thing."

"We are suddenly talking about his dick?" I asked seeking clarification and trying to keep her chatter on some linear pattern.

"Oh my word, yes!"

She went on and on from how she was nervous to continue yet driven by her curiosity to try it.

How it felt like too much in the beginning but after a gentle couple of minutes she adjusted to his thickness and positioned her body so that she would not have to deal with a bruised cervix. She limited his access I gathered so that he would not push it all the way into her and just need to deal with the shocking to her thickness of his penis.

To the end, per her, it had been the best, regarding pure sex, she had ever had by far.

So fast forward a couple months. She enjoyed her relationship with him that like so many of her past boyfriends stayed at the physical phase and it eventually fizzles away.

She closes my door again. There is a new guy she has to tell me about. Oh my word I remember thinking yet holding that to myself and just listening. Her new guy has a natural "V". She goes on and on about how great it is to be in his embraced. "Such a secure" feeling. Her new guy has a great a body and being tall and built like a brick house captivates her as a woman. She just loves it when he holds her and kisses her. She is so happy with her new boyfriend.
 

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Okay, I am that invisible guy in a work place or wherever that often gets the wild comment/story. I can just guess that at some point people see that I am a good listener and as a "beatnik" type have zero negative judgement. So I have been told some pretty wild things and will share some of these first-hand experiences and will start with my second favorite that does applaud penis from a female experience yet give another perspective of what a female, per what she told me, things about size and sex.

It was the day after Thanksgiving so the two of us were the only ones in the office of a small business. You know, just in case stuff. Her to handle phones and me to be there in case a "manager" is required. I was not nor have never been critical yet I have always, I guess, been seen as so dependable and also get that certificate or two at a place to get an "over-ride". The whole "he can get things fixed for customer no matter what" level of a login.

Yes we got some calls and took care of said customers. But it was as expected a slow and easy day. Getting paid time and a half just to be there. Been there done that day. Clean somethings that no one will notice were dirty yet need cleaning and do some organizing in the similar.

She seemed particularly hyper in the morning. Like a water-bug darting around though it was slow. I had commented at one point during the morning part of our coverage of said. She had smiled but not responded with any clarification. It was slow so I figured it was one of the many things in her life of chaos that I had come to hear about. Without a conscious thought I didn't press given that based upon the history of our chats she would eventually tell me about the latest nonsense. I would listen and say something less than profound yet supporting of her feelings and two to five days later she would say something akin to "thank you, we worked it out".

About mid-afternoon she comes in to my kind of a office. Nothing more than a cubicle set up but it did have a door given my "importance." I did let her know no one was here as she did that. No response to that by her I guess she just closed the door on reflex.

To her credit I gathered that she had been holding something in and was waiting for a time in which I was clearly just trying to pass the time.

"Remember the maintenance guy I told you about?", she blurted out.

I nodded. There was a guy that fixed things per requests at the mobile home park she lived. He was rather gruff with her in the mini-conversations and could fix anything quickly. She had said that he was similar in age to her, some where in high-30's, but unlike her arrogant and too the point in his comments. She had said she found him attractive though he was at most 140 pounds, always looked like it had been two days since he had cleaned up for the public and a half-foot short of six feet.

She was similar in height and I had always wondered why she had never been married given her looks. She did get a lot of attention. I think it was her attraction to chaos that kept guys from going past dating and casual sex with her. Though, again, I did wonder why with her beautiful, big green eyes, easy smile, dusty blonde hair that was naturally wavy and usually in a ponytail (she was the tomboy type) and even in her bloused she clearly had ample breasts. She kept herself fit though I never knew her hobbies. Like if she ran or did cross-fit. I knew some much about her yet she had never told me her workout routine.

Anyway, she just just starts with something akin to "I have to share this."

"You ever been shocked by a partner come romance time?", She asked rhetorically. I put it that way given she didn't wait for my response.

Instead tells me about how the maintenance guy had showed up apparently after his shift was done for the day with a bottle of wine. He used the guise of following up on latest thing he had fixed for her to verify everything was solid. She invited him noting the obvious things. He had went to his place within the compound to clean up and had the wine bottle. He wanted to share it with her versus it being some type of follow up gift.

She invited him and they gabbed over the bottle of wine. They drank it all and she shared a couple of bong hits with him from her stash.

"He was so big I was scared!" She blurted out as her need to share something was very disjointed. From I had some weed and shared it to this.

"I thought you said he was a short wiry...."

She stopped me and said, "no, I mean his... you know, his thing."

"We are suddenly talking about his dick?" I asked seeking clarification and trying to keep her chatter on some linear pattern.

"Oh my word, yes!"

She went on and on from how she was nervous to continue yet driven by her curiosity to try it.

How it felt like too much in the beginning but after a gentle couple of minutes she adjusted to his thickness and positioned her body so that she would not have to deal with a bruised cervix. She limited his access I gathered so that he would not push it all the way into her and just need to deal with the shocking to her thickness of his penis.

To the end, per her, it had been the best, regarding pure sex, she had ever had by far.

So fast forward a couple months. She enjoyed her relationship with him that like so many of her past boyfriends stayed at the physical phase and it eventually fizzles away.

She closes my door again. There is a new guy she has to tell me about. Oh my word I remember thinking yet holding that to myself and just listening. Her new guy has a natural "V". She goes on and on about how great it is to be in his embraced. "Such a secure" feeling. Her new guy has a great a body and being tall and built like a brick house captivates her as a woman. She just loves it when he holds her and kisses her. She is so happy with her new boyfriend.
great story thanks for sharing
 

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So the second of many real events shared.

In college a study buddy wanted to know if she should tell her boyfriend about her dalliance during her internship. I believe she was practicing on me having already decided to have a somewhat truthful conversation with him. I make this assertion given her answers changed and/or became more direct each time I sought clarification and/or confirmation that I was following correctly. Plus I found her final comment on the matter quit insightful.

I really don't think her boyfriend would have cared for a variety of reason. First of all, she had these green eyes almond in shape that were to fight for to go along with her curvy figure and tanned without the sun completion. Oh, the "curvy" was not nice of chubby. She had the "old-fashioned" great figure. Chesty and with a real set of hips. Not fat, instead a real woman. The figure coveted in the 50's and 60's now long since replaced by the waif figure. Plus, she was simply good people and fun to be around. The dude should just be happy to have her as a gf.

The real reason I was perplexed by her wanting to talk this through was that in the beginning of this she stated they had an honest discussion about the fact that her internship was way too far away to have more than a couple visits and was just over six months long. They had decided that as juniors in college they would support each other during this time and communicate (this is the 80s so no Zoom, et al) as they could. Once she returned they would decide what was the next step of their relationship.

The guy she met was through her job. Not the internship. It was unpaid. Yes, they covered a rental spot and gave her a stipend for food. But she chose to work a weekend gig so that she would have spending money. She was not from rich parents that could send her a hundie per week.

So she took on a Friday and Saturday bartending job at an upscale golfing resort. You know, one of those places so focused on quality that people go there for their very expensive golf rounds and also go there dinner and drinks. The one guy she had an affair with went there after work for his twice a week happy hour drinking. Often he was alone and they had the little chats that happen at said places. He is chatting to have company. She is chatting for tips.

She stated that she saw him and they flirted on average once a week. She worked every Friday and Saturday having started a month into her internship all the way through the weekend after said.

He was older by at least a decade and at best average looking. He clearly had plenty of money. She stated this given he owned a business that he liked but drove him crazy. Thus his once a weekend drink to the point that he proactively took a cab to and from the place. He was successful as evidenced by his tipping. Oh, that could be him wanting to impress her but he tipped others there too very generously. Also, he was one of those guys that wore expensive stuff. You know, why wear something functional that has a nice blue color to it when you can spend times more for the same shirt/shoes that have a logo on them that raises the price tenfold?

She sure gave me a lot of set up. I believe she was warming up to sharing this. To my fault I have typed out too much of what she shared as her warm-up and need to get to meat of the story now.

"So he knows I am just a few weeks from going back home and he just comes out an tells me the obvious that he has a crush on me and would love to take me out before I leave."

I can see her doing and very well at that the response she claimed happened after that. Feigning appreciation for the offer but that however wildly tempting she is not allowed to date patrons - "darn!". I presume attractive women get very good at this given they get to play it out a few times a day.

I am pretending to be interested in her story up to this point. I just didn't get the catch. Yes I presumed at this point she had a one or three time thing with an elderly, to her, guy while away on her internship. Did she not think her bf had at least the same? By the way, for their age they had been very wise and open about things prior. Or so I figured.

So as he paid the bill and he had her attention for moments to do said a half and hour later he dropped something on her that once she shared with me I suddenly realized why she was doing the dry run "confession". He told her that if she changes her mind she will have the night of her young life.

I cannot claim this is exactly what he said but it is close enough for quotation marks, "Given your age my cock is twice as large as you have yet to encounter." With that he left. Oh yeah, his business required him to have a high level on engineering knowledge so he had put something in there about volume. So he was not claiming that if she had been with a half a foot long and six inch girth penis that he was a foot long and foot in girth. I recall noting that for whatever reason. My major was not direct math but required quick and full extrapolation. So I took it to mean that if he figured she had been with a 6 by 6 he was akin to 8 by 7.5.

So this is the first time I got to help with her dry run. She asked me what I thought about things so far apparently amazed that a guy would be so bold and how she should have been affected.

I told her she should have called Guinness World Records through a chuckle. I was calling her on the fact that she had claimed he was from India. She was changing the nationality.

At which point she admitted he was black. Well, not black as in black. He could have passed for a very swarthy Greek. A mix but likely identified as black.

"If that part comes up just say it. Water it down if you must and that might actually be more accurate. But don't avoid his heritage. It is the 80's after all." Yes, I said that. As if we were not largely backwards about race then.

From that "challenge" she got more direct with only one major attempt at diversion that I caught.

She acknowledged that he got her thinking about it.. The big dick thing The timing. She was leaving the city and going back home in just a few weeks. She would not have to worry about running into him "afterwards." She could just have a selfish slurp of curiosity and that would be that.

It was obvious to me that she went on the date. "So, did he exaggerate?" I had interjected as she had paused wondering if the admission of temptation regarding size was over the top.

At that point she led up to the second attempt to cover up reality. Well done by her given start with some truth then go off on an incorrect diversion.

She stated that they did date. "But just once he was just too big for me. It hurt the entire time." She did admit to someone "pleasure" in the anticipation of thinking about the date and then during the foreplay back at his place. But she empathically declared that his cock had just been too big to enjoy physically. She found out what a bruised cervix felt like and that a too thick for her dick can create almost a burning sensation from being overstretched at her entrance.

I had caught a variation in the use of tenses as she described dating the guy. Also, she had made the six hour drive twice since returning claiming there was follow up paperwork to do regarding credit for her internship. I would have not thought to question her on this until hearing her story.

I cannot claim that his dick was less than too big for her but it had not been a one time thing. She voluntarily experienced the guy again after the "impaling" at least twice making a sacrifice of valuable time for said. So, again I believed I had been a useful sounding board for her story and how to share it when/if she does with her boyfriend.

Turns out she did rekindle her relationship with her senior year in high school to this point in college boyfriend. We shared a class a semester after that. Yes, our paths did cross but not like when you have a study session and need a fifteen break together.

I did get a chance to ask her about things meaning her boyfriend and whether or not the time away got discussed in detail. She stated that things were great and that they had picked up as if there had been no time apart.

I was happy for her. After a pause she followed up with a direct, kind of, to what I was clearly inquiring. She told me that people don't get into relationships for clinical reasons instead matters of the heart. Whatever your partner is in bed you make it work by learning and doing what the other likes and vice versa.

She hit me in the arm, we were walking back to her dorm after studying at that point, about 15 seconds after she said this. Really hard too. I had looked at her with a smirk while muttering, "well, thank Ms. Relationship Advice Expert." Yeah, she had spoken some good truth but it was the way she had said it to me. So condescending that it was funny to me.
 

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3rd share. This as with other real just changed a couple things to create plausible deniability.

Worked at a place almost a year and had become tell everything to get advice or to do that sounding board thing with the receptionists. She starts one of those office days that should be quiet with "I need to bounce something off of you."

Dude-Y and I have gotten back together and I know he will have some inquiries.

Quick background is I knew Dude-Y, from prior discussions had something akin to diabetes-2 so his erections were hit or miss and that bothered him. He wanted her to be pleased by him and bed and in prior discussions with her I had heard about how it had taken quit a few chats to get over himself and to just be with her.

He was her 2nd lover. He was now that they were back together her 4th too. He had struggled with fact that her first had been a real hound-dog. Rock hard and often. Ah, but that is what led to the very long relationship with said to end. His serial cheating had eventually become too much to tolerate for her. In her "defense" kids were involved thus the give another chance then another then another before time to move on from him.

It had always sounded to me like 2nd guy and her had a great relationship. After all, despite all information ever provided in the history of the written word, there is a lot that goes into a wonderful relationship other than sex. He was to her a strong score in all other areas apart from sex. Also, when it came to sex they did have a go of it and often things were fine.

So to quickly sum up the banter back and forth in between interruptions her and I covered the have you not already built up his insecurity... he left you for another and is now coming back so the fact that you had one, just one, dalliance none of his business... et al.

She stressed that she was not worried about the get hard without issue deal. There was something else she was wondering how to avoid or if she should just say the exact, no water it down, truth.

I recall going from slightly interested in the latest relationship discussion to having to know what the effe she was talking about and being somewhat frazzled by the fact that though it should have been an easy day we had both been busy at this point for around two hours with incoming.

She must have been eager to get to the point and get some feedback too given how once we seemed to have a break and turned out we did she got to the point.

She was on her second can of soda at this point. When I put a file away which had me move past her desk area with no other calls for either of us on the line I saw her reach into our recycle bin for an empty can of soda.

Like I said she was clearly wanting to get to the point. She had told me the name of Dude-Z but will leave it as I just typed it. "His penis was like this", she said with one soda can on top of another. Then she got more real saying that a can and a half, not the two stacked, but no adjustments to the visual on the girth.

Well, I am silent. Not impressed instead just awaiting her response/feedback to her experience with an extremely endowed guy. Have and had heard about that so, so many times at that point. There seemed to be two general categories of responses. Either it was mind blowing great or the guy was too much for her private parts but it was an interesting challenge to have experienced. Ah, but this usually came up with the more active females. I had done the math informally and confirmed that hung guys have a lot more partners than normal guys given it was around a 10-12 guy history for a woman to have said story to share about the 1 in more than a hundred sized guys.

She became very animated explaining that though initially all but stunned and scared and nervous and a few other things reflected trepidation that the sex had been earth shatteringly great. She had never had the orgasms she had with Dude-Z. Not every time. She said a few times he was just too much for her and she had went along to please him. Ah, but more than half the time she was eager and ready and at those times it was "WOW".

My feedback was a short list. First of all, good for you: You got lucky in the odds and will never have wonder about size. I think it best to if you have to acknowledge another guy and stick to the erection thing that you already have addressed. If somehow the size thing comes up water what you said to me down A LOT. He was 6 4 and about 260, a big body, so something like "I think he was in proportion" if you have to acknowledge size. Don't go with three times the volume of an average dick like you did with me. Just had some girth, enough that you recall that however hazily. Stress hazy recollection.

I finally got the guts to start my own small business about six months later. I don't know what she shared with Dude-Y but they were still going strong at that time. I don't what details she shared just that things worked out for all. Dude-Y and her were still going strong and Dude-Z was still out the rocking the sexual world of other women.
 

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I am directly involved in this one.

Ever heard the song "Ms. Robinson"? Well, she was that to me. Not much experience on my part in a new state got lucky enough to have found her or vice versa. I have sense learned about monogamy and if it is important to my lover then I am in. I am not a hound dog by any measure but I am a 60's Beatnik. I have no expectations from a woman unless she says I can have said. So, if I am her "lover" then I am happy. If she plays around as things may provide for her then as long as our date time is just us then I don't see why I should concern myself with what she does when I am at work or doing my things.

My Ms. Robinson was in her early to mid 30's. I was just out college and in a new state very different from where I was from and she was heaven on earth to me. She swallowed after her eager to please oral sessions. She followed me to my training and again and took pictures of me running apparently captivated with my runners' physique. I ran about 80 miles a week. It could have been more but i did two days a week at the track doing intervals / speed work. That is when she would attend and took pictures. I saw some of her pics. I looked pretty good at back in the day. Nearly 6 foot yet under 150 from all the training.

Her job entailed her being gone most weekends. I would run the mountains. She had said on this particular weekend that she would like it if I was in her bed when she rolled in Monday morning. So, her being the 2nd best at giving oral I have ever encountered in my 60 years and the best by a country mile at said time in my life it was her bed in which I set myself in for my sleep.

Yes, I got a bj from a guy once. It kept me from exploring my only listed as 1% gay on this site. Strange story that led to said. Oh my word, so perfect and so complete. So good. No way could I do that so I better stick to women. There is no way that with whatever amount of time I was given to practice could I do what that guy did. Knowing I would be a grave disappointment to any man receiving my efforts could I have not "experimented". That dude had my cock somehow down his throat as I came like an over-heated engine exploding with no gag reflex and after said his only words were "thank you"???!!!!

Anyway, back to the story. I wake up with her mouth on my morning woody. She was at the time by far the best at this. She still is 2nd best with no third. That guy is, well, I don't know what to say.

I want to get between in her legs and come inside her. That is what we do after all. In the evening sessions I get to taste her as much as ihe pleases me. Then we effe for a while I get to explode inside of her. Pure magic. At the time, for me, great and fulfilling sex. Rinse and repeat given my fitness level and her eagerness to effe.

"Just enjoy this" she says stopping me as I move to mount her. I am not one to say no to pure pleasure but I am one greedy dude. This chich was not just great at giving head she had a nice puss. Always warm and wet and seemingly eager for a hard and long time session of effing.

I recall some back and forth in which I told her about how much I loved to effe her. About how good her puss felt and all of that. She countered with how sore she was down there.

Okay, lines just got crossed. Her time was her time.

But I wanted to be in her and eager, usually, vagina. She was so good to effe. That is what selfish me wanted.

It took some back and forth given I was across the line on what was not my business and her personal time in hers stuff. Have I covered that yet? So, I was not very direct just eager to mount this beyond beautiful to me person.

So it turns out her latest weekend lover that she had been with for a month or two on her weekend shows was like a "tallboy" but thicker. She had something about my water bottle I had for my intervals. Run meters hard, under 60 seconds, water up and go again until get 12 or 20 of said done.

"Not as long, of course, but yes that thick." She clarified. So if you picture a "tallboy" can of beer and shorten it then expand the width you get the picture. A "tallboy" is what they call a 24-ounce of beer for those of you that are not drunks like me and thusly do not know what I am blathering about.

"He fucked me like you do", was another of her comments. I would like to think that over time I have become a pretty good lover. That means I actually care about my female partner and adjust to what seems to be her desires. With my Ms. Robinson she clearly like it when I was that over-eager, wildly fit young stud that did the jack-hammer thing for nearly an hour. Yeah, to most women, actually ever woman I have been with other than her, that is terrible technique. But she liked that from me and oh my word did I like the workout. So, after her generous and eager oral warm-up that is what we did - usually twice and then thirds or more times depending upon my running routine.

Not going to happen this morning!

Apparently her Thor lover was just too massively thick. She had said he was particularly horny over the weekend and just effed her hard and eagerly with his soda can thick dick so much so that she was raw down there.

I recall another line of hers, "sometimes I wish he wasn't so big." Ah, but that means sometimes she is glad he is so big. Ha, ha.

Anyway, I was left with the disappinting morning of getting not once bu twice having an orgasm with half my cock past her gag reflex not once but twice down her gullet. Oh my the sacrifices one must make.
 

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You should focus on the fundamental part of the story, no one wants so many useless details.

Are you writing for yourself?
 
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You should focus on the fundamental part of the story, no one wants so many useless details.

Are you writing for yourself?
Will try to do better. Thought to start thread that was both casual and light yet to the point of this thread hoping others would chime in with "what they heard" or encountered. I have seen many threads of what reactions you get from lover finding out you are packing. Thought there might be some angle to the "lurker", the person in the friend zone hearing/being told something. The extra details were an attempt to add context and/or personality to the scenario and apparently did a poor ass job of said. I have a few more and will digest your feedback for those.
 

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Okay, I am that invisible guy in a work place or wherever that often gets the wild comment/story. I can just guess that at some point people see that I am a good listener and as a "beatnik" type have zero negative judgement. So I have been told some pretty wild things and will share some of these first-hand experiences and will start with my second favorite that does applaud penis from a female experience yet give another perspective of what a female, per what she told me, things about size and sex.

It was the day after Thanksgiving so the two of us were the only ones in the office of a small business. You know, just in case stuff. Her to handle phones and me to be there in case a "manager" is required. I was not nor have never been critical yet I have always, I guess, been seen as so dependable and also get that certificate or two at a place to get an "over-ride". The whole "he can get things fixed for customer no matter what" level of a login.

Yes we got some calls and took care of said customers. But it was as expected a slow and easy day. Getting paid time and a half just to be there. Been there done that day. Clean somethings that no one will notice were dirty yet need cleaning and do some organizing in the similar.

She seemed particularly hyper in the morning. Like a water-bug darting around though it was slow. I had commented at one point during the morning part of our coverage of said. She had smiled but not responded with any clarification. It was slow so I figured it was one of the many things in her life of chaos that I had come to hear about. Without a conscious thought I didn't press given that based upon the history of our chats she would eventually tell me about the latest nonsense. I would listen and say something less than profound yet supporting of her feelings and two to five days later she would say something akin to "thank you, we worked it out".

About mid-afternoon she comes in to my kind of a office. Nothing more than a cubicle set up but it did have a door given my "importance." I did let her know no one was here as she did that. No response to that by her I guess she just closed the door on reflex.

To her credit I gathered that she had been holding something in and was waiting for a time in which I was clearly just trying to pass the time.

"Remember the maintenance guy I told you about?", she blurted out.

I nodded. There was a guy that fixed things per requests at the mobile home park she lived. He was rather gruff with her in the mini-conversations and could fix anything quickly. She had said that he was similar in age to her, some where in high-30's, but unlike her arrogant and too the point in his comments. She had said she found him attractive though he was at most 140 pounds, always looked like it had been two days since he had cleaned up for the public and a half-foot short of six feet.

She was similar in height and I had always wondered why she had never been married given her looks. She did get a lot of attention. I think it was her attraction to chaos that kept guys from going past dating and casual sex with her. Though, again, I did wonder why with her beautiful, big green eyes, easy smile, dusty blonde hair that was naturally wavy and usually in a ponytail (she was the tomboy type) and even in her bloused she clearly had ample breasts. She kept herself fit though I never knew her hobbies. Like if she ran or did cross-fit. I knew some much about her yet she had never told me her workout routine.

Anyway, she just just starts with something akin to "I have to share this."

"You ever been shocked by a partner come romance time?", She asked rhetorically. I put it that way given she didn't wait for my response.

Instead tells me about how the maintenance guy had showed up apparently after his shift was done for the day with a bottle of wine. He used the guise of following up on latest thing he had fixed for her to verify everything was solid. She invited him noting the obvious things. He had went to his place within the compound to clean up and had the wine bottle. He wanted to share it with her versus it being some type of follow up gift.

She invited him and they gabbed over the bottle of wine. They drank it all and she shared a couple of bong hits with him from her stash.

"He was so big I was scared!" She blurted out as her need to share something was very disjointed. From I had some weed and shared it to this.

"I thought you said he was a short wiry...."

She stopped me and said, "no, I mean his... you know, his thing."

"We are suddenly talking about his dick?" I asked seeking clarification and trying to keep her chatter on some linear pattern.

"Oh my word, yes!"

She went on and on from how she was nervous to continue yet driven by her curiosity to try it.

How it felt like too much in the beginning but after a gentle couple of minutes she adjusted to his thickness and positioned her body so that she would not have to deal with a bruised cervix. She limited his access I gathered so that he would not push it all the way into her and just need to deal with the shocking to her thickness of his penis.

To the end, per her, it had been the best, regarding pure sex, she had ever had by far.

So fast forward a couple months. She enjoyed her relationship with him that like so many of her past boyfriends stayed at the physical phase and it eventually fizzles away.

She closes my door again. There is a new guy she has to tell me about. Oh my word I remember thinking yet holding that to myself and just listening. Her new guy has a natural "V". She goes on and on about how great it is to be in his embraced. "Such a secure" feeling. Her new guy has a great a body and being tall and built like a brick house captivates her as a woman. She just loves it when he holds her and kisses her. She is so happy with her new boyfriend.
Could you actually explain it?