NITE SHIFT

Bette hated workin this shift the most. She usually finagled her way out of it but this time everyone refused to trade with her. "You crazy? You know this is a holiday weekend!" even her ole reliable, Old-livia, turned her down. "Naw honey. Not this time my children're commin home and i hafta Cook." Bette tried hard not to wish something bad on her kids. Now as she slipped the last samples into the machine, she sat, tapped the required info into the computer then wheeled the chair away from the machine to take a long stretch backward; naturally making her breasts arch,. "Just like in those romance novels" she thot... Bette's mind had a knack for keeping her amused when she was alone for long periods of time... "I ain't gonna wear a bra. Nobody'll see me anyway" she sat up and opened her shirt to bare her breasts. She cupped her hands under them to lift them a bit and slanted her eyes and panted to mimic a heroines heaving breast.

"Very nice!" said Caldwell.

Suprised, Bette fell out of her chair and could not deprive Caldwell the unforgettable view of her tits bouncing so very deliciously all over the place.

"What are you doing here! I was under the impression I would be working alone tonight"

"Obviously"

"Midnight is always a single tester!" By now Bette had turned away and was closing her blouse. She buttoned wrong.

"David called and asked me to work with you so that things wouldnt get backed up over the holiday"

"But I have the only key..."

He walked up to her, to grab the collar of her shirt. He pulled her to him. and planted a knee-buckling kiss to her ruby coloured mouth before telling her...

"I would have knocked, Love, but in your obvious haste to come to work and play with your lovely tits, you forgot to lock the door. She was captured by his arm around her waist and back. She did not protest as he unbuttoned her shirt.

"Look at this. You've done it all wrong" Down to the last button "Bette? I.. I.. do believe your breasts are heaving!"

"Smart ass"Not one to miss a beat she cupped her hands under her breasts to hoist them again. They both watched as her pink tipped nipples ripened into the most succulent of red cherries... They ached and needed to be squeezed. Bette wimpered...just a bit... because she knew that Caldwell was going to lay her on this cold tile floor, unbotton her tight tight jeans "I ain't gonna wear any panties. No one will be there to see that there's no pantylines anyway." Shimmy them off her hips . "mmmm I love to see a woman with big hips in some low riders" and slide them from her well shaped legs. Caldwell stood up to undress and stare down at Bette laying naked on the cold green and grey tiled floor. She bent her knees and spread her thighs, to show him all her goodies. She reached down to spread her labia wide so he could see her juice collecting to glisten in her sweet pink folds... her clit reared it's glorious head...he was undone... Caldwell cupped his arms under her thighs to pull her to him and wrap his lips around her royal highness. beep beep beep Bette looked at Caldwell. Caldwell looked at Bette. They both cried out. "The Tests!" Naked, ball's swinging, tit's swaying, they scrambled up to change the samples around before the machine started it's second phase. They finished just in time. beeeep Caldwell reached over and grabbed Bette before she could change her mind. But she snatched away to slide down to her knees, take a good, long, slow lick, then looked up at him; question in her eyes..."If I'm gonna be workin nites from now on, I'm gonna need to know your first name"

Bette went work