Doing Unto Others

When you're twenty and just graduated from the Electro-Mechanical Technician program at Williamson State Community College, you think you're pretty hot stuff. You've learned about everything there is to know about building and repairing all the machines that are taking over industry, from simple test and assembly equipment to robots. You're ready to find your place in some factory and start earning a paycheck.

They teach you all about electronics from simple resistors and capacitors all the way to microprocessors and computers and programmable controllers. You also learn mechanics like bearings and gears and belt drives, and you learn hydraulics and pneumatics. You can work on about anything including a nuclear reactor. That's what my Advanced Hydraulics teacher said anyway.

You learn all that stuff and then start putting in applications at places on "Careers Day". That's when all the factories within a fifty mile radius of Williamson State set up booths in the student lounge and tell you what jobs they have available.

Maxtech Corporation was there the day I strolled around looking at the pictures of the plants and reading the charts that showed each company's slogan and goal statement along with a list of starting wages and benefits. I'd already filled out application forms for six other companies, but the woman sitting at the table looked really cute, so I stopped at the Maxtech table.

She smiled at me and asked if I was interested in learning about what a great company Maxtech was. I was looking at the soft cleavage that the open neck of her blouse was showing me at the time, but I did hear what she said and I nodded. I also heard her say her name was Sarah Myers, and that she was the Human Resources person at Maxtech who took care of all the stuff with hourly employees.

After about five minutes of her telling me all about how Maxtech was a leader in the field of automotive sensors and instrumentation and how they'd just added on to their local factory, I filled out an application. Two weeks later, Maxtech called me and said they'd like to have me come in for an interview.

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The interview started with Sarah, but all she did was tell me who I was going to talk to and what they did. An hour later, and after I'd talked to the Maintenance Manager, Tom Wilson, and the first shift Assembly Supervisor, Peggy Wright, Sarah came back into the conference room and explained the wage structure, how their insurance worked, and what the shift hours were. Then she said they hadn't yet made a decision and she'd call me when they did, one way or the other. Two days later, she called and said they were offering me the job of second shift technician in the assembly department.

I was pretty happy. I'd lived at home while going through Williamson State and I was ready to start out on my own. Living with Mom and Dad was OK, but it was starting to get a little strained. I was still getting questions when I was later than normal coming home, and when Mom found a condom in the back pocket of my jeans when she washed them, she told my dad he'd have to have a talk with me.

I needed money for an apartment if I was going to leave home, and my wages at Maxtech would give me enough money to do that. I'd have to save for a couple of months to afford the first and last month's rent, but after that, I'd be sailing on my own.

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Tom told me the first day that all I had to do to stay on the good side of the assembly workers was keep their machines running. The way the assembly operator's pay was set up, they got a bonus if they made more parts on a job than the standard rate. I figured out pretty fast that the standard rate was pretty tight. The better than average operators could beat it unless their equipment went down for some reason. They wouldn't be penalized for the down-time, but that would break their rhythm and they'd have to work like hell to get it back.

What I tried to do was fix anything that was broken and get the operator back to work as fast as possible, and it seemed to be working. None of the operators were particularly friendly, but they were all at least ten years older than I, so I figured that was the reason. My mother had constantly quoted that old rule to me - "Do unto others as you would have them do to you" - so I tried to be friendly even if they weren't.

For the first month, I stumbled quite a bit. There's a big difference between lab experiments and the real world. Lab experiments are usually done on a thing called a "breadboard" where the components are out in the open, so the failure is easier to find and fix. In the real world, everything is inside a cabinet except the fixture, and nobody does much cleaning on the equipment so you have to first wipe all the oil and dirt off everything before you can start looking. Even when I got everything so I could look at it, the failures were still hard to find.

It wouldn't have been so hard if it weren't for two things. The first was that I worked second shift -- three in the afternoon until eleven thirty at night.

It wasn't the shift hours. I liked working that shift after the first week. I never went to bed much before midnight anyway, so I could get home, watch a little TV while I ate, and still be in bed by one. I'd be up about nine and had until about two to take care of any shopping or other business. That was great, because most business hours are during the day.

The problem I had with working second shift was there were no other technicians or engineers in the plant except me after five. The regular maintenance guys were there, but they didn't know much about electronics. I had to quickly learn how to apply what I'd learned to equipment that was dirty instead of clean, sometimes had more than one component failure, and usually didn't have very good schematic diagrams.

The second problem was the workforce. All the assembly employees except the foreman were women. Even that wouldn't have been much of a problem if they'd been friendly, but they weren't.

Most were between thirty and forty, and a lot of them were divorcees working at Maxtech to support themselves. I didn't know why they weren't friendly until Gladys told me after two months. As Gladys put it, they were "trying me out" to see how I'd do and didn't want to get friendly until they knew.

All I knew for those two months is they were a bunch of women who had no patience when their assembly or test machine went down. They'd stand there and stare at me while I was up to my elbows replacing a transformer and then trying to figure out what else had blown when the transformer did, or replacing the cracked hose on an air line.

The foreman, Rick Mead, didn't help. He was the only foreman in the plant, but his main responsibility was the machining and casting areas, so I seldom even saw him. As he put it, "the girls do fine by themselves as long as their equipment runs so I don't fuck with them much. Just keep things running and you'll do fine".

Most of them were on second shift for the same reason I liked second shift. They could do their shopping and banking during the day instead of having to do it between four and five in the afternoon if they'd worked first shift.

If they'd worked third shift, they had to choose between two options. They could do their shopping and other stuff after they got off work at seven thirty when they were tired and then have to be sleeping by two. It was either that, or go home, sleep until four in the afternoon and then wear themselves out doing all that stuff before they came to work.

The other benefit to second shift was there usually weren't any management people around telling us what to do. We just figured out the best way to do things on our own, and usually we out-produced the other two shifts.

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After that first two months, I'd been into the innards of every piece of equipment in the assembly area and had figured out how they worked and what was usually wrong when they didn't. My repairs got faster and the women noticed. Gladys was the first to tell me she liked having me there.

"That Todd guy we had before didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground. I sat on my butt the whole shift one night because he couldn't figure out the whatchamadingy that goes on the part was cracked."

Gladys was scratching my back at the time, and that should have told me something about Gladys but I was concentrating on watching my voltmeter while the tester went through the cycle. When the needle didn't jump at the start of the second test, I knew what was wrong. Ten minutes later, I'd replaced the bad relay, checked the calibration, and told Gladys she was all set. She looked at me and grinned.

"I was sorta hoping it would take longer."

I didn't think much about that either. I should have.

It was Thursday a week later that Gladys waved at me.

"It stopped again. Come fix me so I can get back to work. We're behind on a shipment and they'll be really pissed off if we miss it."

Gladys started scratching my back again. Her long fingernails were sending some really nice tingles through me while I started the cycle and watched the machine. It wasn't hard to find her problem. The blast of air that hit me in the face said it all. One of the air hoses had slipped off the nipple on a clamp valve. I cut off about an inch off the hose, pushed it back on the nipple, and then started the cycle again. Everything worked like it should have, so I closed up the cabinet and turned to Gladys.

"You're all set, Gladys. It was just a hose that came off the nipple on a clamp valve. You should be good to go now."

Gladys grinned.

"I didn't know my machine had nipples. What's a nipple look like, just in case it happens again?"

I opened the cabinet back up and pointed to the hose nipple on the clamp valve.

"It's this brass tube that screws into the valve, the one with all the rings around it. The rings hold on to the hose, but I guess the hose must have gotten stretched. It's tight now."

Gladys ran her nails down my back again.

"Gee, mine don't have rings. They get ridgey feeling sometimes, but not like that."

When I looked at her, she grinned.

"I didn't embarrass you did I? My ex used to like it when they did that. I liked the way they felt too. I don't miss my ex, but I do miss that. Wish I had somebody to make them feel like that again."

Well, before that night, I figured Gladys was maybe a little less sophisticated than some, but was a nice woman, kind of like my Aunt Grace. Aunt Grace pretty much said what she thought, but she'd always been really nice when we went to visit her. I'd never heard Aunt Grace say anything about sex though, even to the other women in the family. When Gladys said what she said and gave me that little grin, I figured she was a lot different than Aunt Grace.

I was walking to my car after the shift ended when Gladys trotted up beside me.

"I thought you'd left already, but then I saw you walk through the door. Mind if I walk with you? It's scary walking by myself to the parking lot."

I said I'd walk her to her car and asked her where her car was parked. She pointed to the far corner of the lot.

"I got here late and that's the only place that was left. They expanded everything else and you'd think they'd have expanded the parking lot and put lights out there too, but they didn't."

When we got to her car, Gladys touched my arm.

"That thing I told you tonight, the thing about my nipples? I was just kidding you but I was serious too. I'm not asking you to do anything, but if you wanted to, I wouldn't say no."

Gladys ran her fingernails down my chest.

"You would want to, wouldn't you?"

I tried to play dumb. I wasn't sure what the company would think about it but I didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying no.

"I'm not sure what you're saying."

She giggled.

"Well you go home and think about it then, and tomorrow night, you tell me if you figured it out or not."

I did think about it that night and most of the next morning. When I lived with Mom and Dad, I couldn't very well bring a girl back to my bedroom, and the couple times a girl and I had done it in the back seat of my car weren't that great. Gladys hadn't come right out and said she wanted me to have sex with her, but there wasn't much doubt that's what she meant.

I still hadn't decided if I should or not when I went to work the next afternoon. It wasn't that Gladys was a woman I wouldn't have looked at that way. She was pretty good looking and I hadn't thought about much of anything else since I woke up. It was just that she was older and I couldn't understand why she was hitting on me instead of some guy her own age.

Gladys was waiting for me outside the employee entrance when I walked out of the building that night. When I walked up beside her, she smiled.

"Wanna walk me to my car again?"

She was parked in that same spot that night, and when we got there, she stroked my arm and asked if I'd figured out what she was saying or not. I tried to give her an answer that she could take either way.

"Well, I'm still pretty confused. It's not that I'd say no, but I don't know how much you really want what I think you want."

Gladys move a little closer and then grabbed my hand.

"Oh, I want it a lot. Maybe this will help you make up your mind."

She pulled my hand to her right breast and then squeezed my fingers so they squeezed her breast.

"Does this help?"

Well, it helped a lot because Gladys wasn't wearing a bra and the feeling of her breast under the T-shirt had my cock starting to stand up.

"Gladys, uh...if feels like you're not wearing a bra."

She giggled.

"I wore a bra to work but I took it off in the locker room at the end of the shift. I thought that might help you make up your mind."

Now, when you're twenty, it doesn't take much. If Gladys had been really plain without much of a figure, feeling her breast probably would have raised my cock, but not quite as fast. Gladys wasn't plain though, and the way her soft breast moved in my hand was more than enough. I did try to say no, well, kind of.

"Gladys, What would the other women think?"

She started stroking the front of my jeans.

"I'll never tell. Would you?"

"No, but they'd probably find out."

Gladys stroked my cock a little harder.

"The only one who might suspect is my friend Janey. That's because she says she likes you too and she watches you all the time. If she ever found out, you'd just have to do for her what she wants...just like I want you to do for me. Gee, you're really hard, aren't you? My ex never got this hard."

There was no way I could ignore Gladys' hand rubbing my cock or the way her nipple was poking into my palm, but then, I'd never actually been seduced before so all that was particularly arousing. Oh, a couple of girls had wanted to pet, but none had ever breathed into my ear, "I want you to play with my boobies some more and then screw me", like Gladys did then.

"Right here", I asked.

"No, silly. At my house."

Gladys stroked my cock again and then breathed, "Just follow my taillights, Honey, just follow my taillights."

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Her house sat all by itself on the outskirts of town, and once we got there that made me a lot more relaxed. At least nobody would see my car parked there. I got out and followed Gladys up to her front door, and after she unlocked it and went inside, I followed her. Gladys closed the door, locked it, then turned around. She put her arms around my neck and grinned.

"I'm waiting."

I started to lift her T-shirt up so Gladys backed away a little and raised her arms. Right after I got it off, she put her arms around my neck again. I didn't think Gladys had very big breasts, but evidently they just looked smaller because she wore flimsy bras. They weren't huge, but they were big enough I could feel them flatten out against my chest.

Gladys sighed.

"Oh God, this feels good. If you touch my nipples you'll see what I was talking about yesterday."

Gladys was right. Once I'd squeezed her breasts a little and then ran a fingertip over the tip of her right nipple, it started to swell up. I pushed it down then, and when I let it pop back up, it was long, stiff, and the sides had little ridges, just like she'd said.

Gladys purred a little moan, and then whispered, "Let's go in the bedroom. I need to be laying down for this."

She pulled down the blanket and sheet, and then unzipped her jeans and rocked her ass until she got them down to her ankles. Then she sat down, pulled off her running shoes, pulled the jeans off the rest of the way, and tossed them to the side.

She looked up at me, grinned, and said, "Come here, Jeff Honey. You have way too many clothes on".

Between me taking off my shirt and Gladys taking off my jeans, I was soon standing there in front of her in just my shorts. Gladys grinned up at me and pulled my shorts down to my knees, then laid back on the bed and held out her arms.

"C'm'ere, Honey. I need a man, and I like what you got. Take off my panties and let's play."

Well, that was an experience. The girls I'd been with before didn't act at all like Gladys. The just sat there while I unhooked their bras and then started to breathe hard when I played with their breasts and nipples. Gladys started to breathe hard too, but she was also telling me what I should be doing to her.

"Oh yeah, Honey. Now suck my nipples."

I did, and Gladys caught her breath a little and then chuckled, "you can suck a lot harder than that."

I sucked what I thought was pretty hard. I sucked all of her stiff nipple and a little of her wrinkled and pebbled nipple bed in too. Gladys liked that.

"Oh God...it's been so long I could almost cum like this. Do the other one now."

I was doing that when Gladys moved my hand down to the thatch of coarse brown hair between her thighs.

"Give me some fingers now, Jeff."

She was already wet and slippery when I slipped my hand down over her mound and slipped one finger between her soft lips. Gladys moaned.

"Two, use two fingers, Honey."

Two fingers caused Gladys to moan again and rock her hips up a little. She spread her thighs wide then, and murmured, "deeper and a little faster". She also ran her hand down my chest and belly until she found my cock. She didn't say anything when she did, she just started slowly stroking it.

I was pushing my two fingers inside Gladys and my hand was getting wet. I mean, I'd push in my fingers, and Gladys would moan, arch up a little, and then I'd feel her entrance sort of pull in and then push out. When she pushed it out, she'd moan, and I'd feel a little flood of wet, slippery stuff flow out of her and over my hand.

Gladys started rocking her hips at the same time she started pulling on my cock. I took that as a sign she was ready, so I moved between her spread thighs and then moved forward on my hands and knees until I felt hair against my cock head.

It wasn't until then I thought about the condom I'd put in the hip pocket of my jeans just in case. I started to get off the bed, but Gladys grabbed my cock and giggled.

"Just where do you think you're going? We just got started good."

"Well, my jeans, I need to get something out of --"

I couldn't finish because Gladys pulled on my cock.

"I don't like rubbers. That's why I keep myself safe. Now screw me before I throw you on your back and screw you instead."

As soon as I got back in position, Gladys guided my cock between her slippery lips and then breathed, "Don't be shy, Honey. Just stick your dick in me all at once. I want it that way".

Gladys was tight, but slippery inside, and once I started in, she lifted her ass. I'd been trying to be gentle, but when she lifted her ass, all of a sudden my cock just slipped inside her until my balls bumped her ass cheeks. Gladys moaned then.