0 comments/ 5307 views/ 2 favorites Acme Electric By: shoeslayer This is a story about a man who obtained a job maintaining a factory owned by a woman after her husband passed away. The factory produces service entrance equipment or what used to be known as a fuse box. Other products such as sub panels and disconnects for large equipment are also manufactured. I arrived on time for my interview with Irene Harris and she was quite satisfied with my work experience and part way through the interview she knew I knew a lot of the of the national electrical code as it applied to the type of product Acme electric produces. Irene had been running the plant for a year now and the company was generating a decent revenue it seems everyone working there liked the job they had as the wages were fifteen percent higher than the minimum wage, the major holidays were recognized and Irene is a nice lady to work for. She is a woman of formidable size, yet she is very friendly and warm to those who work for her. She stands six foot with a mane of dark brown hair which she sometimes wears in a bun, good size bosoms and an ass I could really like exploring. Irene has a voice that sounds a bit regal or similar to Julia Child's, the well known lady of kitchens and being in her upper fifties she wears glasses only for reading and mostly of the half-glasses style with a homemade neck chain of glass beads. Since I see her during the week and talk to her, I began to have some real feelings for her. beads I think what turned me on was the fact that she took her dog into work on Fridays, her dog is a Pug, fawn colored with a black face and a pushed in nose with a tightly curled tail. He was so happy to simply lie on a blanket under his mistresses desk as she ran a company I always had a love for older ladies and since many older ladies wear glasses for reading, I had somehow gotten a fetish for ladies reading, preferably half-glasses of the half-square and half-moon style, they looked even better when hanging across a pair of sumptuous breasts by a feminine beaded neck chain. Now Irene is a woman who has a good sense of fashion, to me anyways. She would often wear a black skirt and and a white colored blouse and her black half-moon or half-square specs would have a neck chain of small white beads. Irene liked her low patent black pumps but she also liked her spectators style of shoes which are patent black at the heels and toes with white leather between, so they really look good with her black skirt and white blouse. A few mornings a week I would be expected to give her office a clean up, she would be in at nine while I came in at seven and I would have a chance to romance a pair of glasses she always left from the day before. Sometimes I would bring her a muffin to go with her coffee. I was beginning to fall in love with Irene and would drop in to see her during lunchtime. One morning was very busy, a motor had burned out and I had to replace it quickly to avoid down time. Then I headed to Irene's office and and had had a nice time with her gold half-moon style glasses with chain of purple glass beads. Gawd I thought about them all last night and couldn't wait to do things with them. Within a couple of minutes after I cleaned the man sauce off them, she walked in. "Morning Gussy and how are you today?" "Oh pretty good, I was just getting ready to do this office as the motor for the stamping machine burned out, I replaced it and will have to have it rewound so we will have a spare motor. She sat down and put her purse in a drawer and looked at her glasses and I am wondering if I left a bit of man sauce on them and if so what would happen. "That's interesting, I never saw my glasses this clean and sparkling before." I knew she cleaned them before she left them there for the next morning. and I I said so. "Irene, I have seen you clean them before you leave, maybe you cleaned them yesterday?" "I do clean them often, just that they look better than ever." She smiled at me as she spoke and I had the idea she knew I cleaned them for her. One year later Work was going well and I had just gotten my license to be an electrician which was great for myself and as I could make some pretty good money on side jobs. This was also good if Irene had a sudden need for an electrician. My feelings for Irene were growing stronger, I would drop in to her office during break time or lunch and I looked forward to her company, we always had a nice chat and I was starting to love being with her. I was even thinking about what my life would be like if she were my wife. She started to leave her heels at the office and if my fantasies were hot just messing with her reading glasses, her sexy glossy black heels got me even hotter, her heels and glasses found their way to my home a number of times and my fantasies were even hotter. There was something about the clip clop of her glossy black heels as she walked through the factory, and I know that even with all the machinery running, a guys ears could hear the clip clop of heels as the boss lady walked through the factory in her gray skirt, cream colored blouse with a ruffled v neck and her sparkling gold half-moon style glasses hanging across her lovely sumptuous breasts by a chain of small purple glass beads. The steady beat of her heels as they sparkled was quite sexy and made me think of how I would love to love Irene, strong and even strokes with my hands on her sexy ass and pulling her into me. Friday morning, time to give her office a bit of of cleaning. I had not seen this new pair of glasses before, silver ovals and I was going to try them then clean them and wondered if this was what Irene figured I would do as there were a few smudges. I really enjoyed my time with them and made sure there was no sign of man sauce on them. Her sparkling black heels were looking at me from under her desk and they were so sexy or I was so horny I had my pants down at my ankles again and blew a load all over the toes and figured I would leave the stuff there and see if Irene knew what this was. My cell phone rang right around noontime, it was Irene calling me up to her office, I wondered what she wanted as she sounded very friendly. I came into her office and sitting on her desk was the glossy black heel I enjoyed earlier. I looked at it wondering if Irene knew what the spot was. "Good afternoon Gussy." Irene said. "Hi Irene and how are you?" "Any idea what that stuff is. . .?" "Not right now." She looked at me and smiled. "Care to join me for lunch? I picked up a Philly steak and cheese sub and a large coke. "Well, thanks Irene." "I wanted to talk to you about a few things, Gussy." "Sure go ahead." "Do you have any idea what's on my shoe?" Irene asked me and the way she smiled was like she had or knew some secret she could not wait to divulge. "Seems like some kind of cream, Irene, drop any making making up your coffee?" "No, it's not cream, dairy cream anyways. said Irene. Irene also has her glasses on, the light from a ceiling lamp is seen in them, they sparkled as she spoke and that got me very much turned on, to the point of having a woody. I do have an idea, want to hear it?" Oh this is cute, I thought to myself. I have to say,'I would like to hear it.' If I don't she will know I know what that stuff is. "Sure Irene, I would like to know what you think it is." "I think you have been having a very nice time with my half-glasses, these new ovals, my beaded neck chains with the short and curly hairs stuck in them and my sexy hot high heels." She is making a factory work because she has brains and her brains told her Gussy was enjoying his fantasies with them. "You have me there Irene, on both counts, I just did not know how to get through my fantasies without your half-glasses, beaded chains and yes your sexy patent black heels. and the way I feel about you and how I have so loved your company over the last year." "So you really had fantasies about me? what was I doing in your fantasies?" Since she was not mad at all, I said, "It seems you knew all along I was doing things." "Yes Gussy, a few short stiff hairs in my neck chain and I knew what was going on and frankly I liked it. I figured a guy like you in your mid forties would be thinking about a woman close to your age. "I sure liked it too Irene." "So, what was going on in your fantasies?" "We were both doing things to please each other. You were teasing me with your sexy half-glasses and beads, that high heel found its way to places a heel would not be found and I ran the purple beaded chain for your glasses against your stiff red nipples and I sucked on every part of your lovely breasts, then I stroked your labia with those beads and glasses too. I could tell Irene was getting wet down there and it would not take much to get her to the point of no return but for her to say she did not want to return, that she like every other woman on God's green earth wants to be loved and desired. and that from time to time for her own woman's needs she wanted a good hard and fast fuck, to wake feelings possibly long forgotten. Irene removed her blouse and bra and is now undoing the skinny black patent belt held up her skirt. Her sexy lace panties and slip are over the back of a chair, her silver ovals are pressed against me with their beaded chain. My hands are feeling her sexy ass that someday I'd love to spend hours exploring.They are pulling her into me. Irene reaches down and grabs my rod. "Oh Gussy." Two words laden with lust, two words from a lady I have been dreaming about for the last year. She was pulling me into her as well, Oh dear this lovely woman has been so missing a man and I am so glad to have her and she is glad to have me. Two people, two lonely people now moving as one. Not frantic animal sex but loving a woman I have real feelings for. Oh she is so tight and I feel her warm love down there, she too pulls me into her and our movements are strong and even and my mind remembers seeing her walking through the factory hearing the 'clip clop' of her sexy heels and the light from lamps are sparkling upon them. My cock is drenched in her love juices and I know she has cum a few times and I am loving her and I blow load after load of man sauce into her tight and gorgeous pussy and Irene is smiling at me in a way that says, "Thanks a thousand times." By now the time was well past lunchtime and we got our selves looking presentable. We had a wonderful lunch though that steak sub was never touched. "Gussy, would you like to come over for supper tonight? funny that sub was never eaten and I am sure I can find something nice for desert."