Shortly after my second divorce, I found myself very short of money and took a job in the office of a local light engineering company, which had approximately twenty employees. The owner was a middle-aged man called Mr Herdman and he was very clued up. When he wasn't busy in the office, he'd put on a pair of overalls and work on the shop floor with the other men.

At times I wasn't very busy either, so I asked Mr Herdman if I could help the platers and welders too. Later that afternoon he came back from lunch and handed me a new, red boiler suit and a pair of work boots.

I wasn't very busy the following morning and six of our workers had gone out to a site job at Ballynahinch, so I decided to help out on the shop floor. I went into the lady's toilet and took off my blouse and skirt, before putting on my new overalls and boots.

Our workshop foreman was called Jackie and his helper had gone out to the site job, so I decided to help him. I bolted the brackets to the beams which he was working on and also tack-welded the base and end plates while Jackie held them in position.

Jackie was surprised about my welding capability, so I explained that my dad made gates and railings in our barn at home and I had learned to weld when I was still at primary school.

I hadn't zipped my overalls up fully and noticed that Jackie was having the occasional crafty look down my cleavage when I bent down to tack a plate on. I didn't mind at all, I enjoy teasing men.

Suddenly, Mr Herdman appeared at the top of the stairs to his office and called my name out very loudly. He looked somewhat flustered and I thought that I was about to be told off because I hadn't let him know that I'd left the office.

I ran up the stairs as fast as I could and asked what the problem was. Mr Herdman told me that the fitters had arrived at Ballynahinch without one of their important toolboxes. He asked me if I could deliver it to them in my car as soon as possible.

Five minutes later, I was in my car and parked outside the workshop. Jackie and Mr. Herdman lifted the heavy toolbox and placed it in the boot of my car and I was on my way.

The traffic was heavy on the Belfast Westlink dual carriageway and there was a one-mile tailback from the Broadway roundabout. I noticed that my temperature gauge was reading slightly higher than normal, but I assumed that when I joined the M1 Motorway, it would settle down to normal.

I put a disc in the CD player and drove along, listening to Bob Seger, but kept a close eye on my temperature gauge. It was still reading warm, so I slowed down a little

It took me about forty minutes to drive to Ballynahinch. I parked outside the plant room at the back of the leisure centre and two of the fitters lifted the toolbox out of my boot and wheeled it inside on a trolley. I decided to take a break for half an hour to let my car engine cool down, so I went upstairs to the cafeteria for coffee and a sandwich. It was then that I realized that I had forgotten to bring my money with me, as I hadn't changed back out of my overalls. I phoned one of the fitters in the plant room and he offered to square the bill for me at lunchtime. The girl in the cafeteria was O.K. with that arrangement, so I took a seat at a table and ate my lunch.

By the time that I got back to my car, the engine had cooled down. I said goodbye to the fitters and set off on my way back to our factory. I'd only driven about five miles when my engine temperature started creeping up again, but this time it was even warmer than before. I pulled in and opened the bonnet to check my fluid levels. Everything seemed fine although the radiator was only look-warm. I knew right away what the problem was. The engine thermostat wasn't opening to let the water circulate. It was an easy fix, but I had no tools in the car.

I thought that my best option would be to wait until my car engine cooled and then drive back to Ballynahinch, where I could get help from the fitters at the leisure centre.

I sat on the wing of my car, with the bonnet up and after a few minutes an elderly man, who was walking his dog passed by. He asked me if my car had broken down, so I told him what had happened.

The elderly man introduced himself as Davie and his dog as Boris. I noticed that as I talked to him that his gaze was fixed firmly on my boobs. The zipper on my overalls had slipped down a few inches and Davie was getting quite an eyeful.

"Do you find my boobs interesting?" I asked.

Davie looked up and was obviously embarrassed. His face was bright red. He apologized, but all that I could do was laugh, which calmed him down a bit.

Davie pointed to a lane on the other side of the road and said,

"If ye go up thon there lane, there's a boy called Willie that fixes tractors and he'll help ye out, he's right and obliging, so he is and tell him I'll be up to see him in a while."

I thanked Davie and he and Boris continued their walk, but not before having a last crafty look down my overalls as he left.

When my engine was cool enough, I drove across the road and up a narrow country lane for about a quarter mile, until I found myself in a concreted yard, surrounded by forklift trucks and tractors.

I parked and got out of the car and noticed a tall man in an old barn, who was working at a car engine. He looked up, set his tools down and walked towards me.

"Are you Willie?" I asked

"Yes, friends call me Bill, but you can call me anytime"

I smiled and he smiled back. I told him the problem and he asked me to open the bonnet so that he could have a look.

"Should be able to sort you out, dear, but it's too damned warm to work at. We'll have lunch while it cools down. Come on into the house."

I followed Bill through the back door and into the kitchen. He said, "I'm sure you know how to make a pot of tea, I'm going for a quick shower.

I put the tea on to boil and sat down at the table. I could hear Bill upstairs and the sound of the water in his shower. I imagined Bill in the shower, with the warm water cascading over his naked body and decided that I would join him if he approved.

I kicked off my workboots and slipped out of my overalls, before making my way upstairs, where I gently tapped on the bathroom door.

Bill didn't answer, so I tried the door, which was unlocked. I called Bill's name and asked if I could join him in the shower. He didn't reply at first, but after a few seconds he said "Yes, you can."

Bill's bathroom had a walk-in shower. I entered to find him with his back to me, I touched his shoulder gently and he turned to face me. His eyes were on my breasts and he reached out with his left hand to touch my nipple. I giggled as he did so.

Then he pulled me towards him and we kissed. His tongue darted between my lips and his hand found my clitoris, which he stroked gently. I grasped his cock, which was already starting to grow and wanked it slowly until it was fully erect.

Then I dropped to my knees, without letting go of his shaft. I started to lick the tip of his cock, back and forth, up and down, as if I was savouring a delicious ice cream. At first, I didn't put it into my mouth. I just licked and kissed his cock head and caressed his balls with my left hand.

Bill moaned and I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed and his fists were tightly clenched. I giggled and asked if he was in pain. Bill didn't reply, he just gasped and looked down at me for a second, before closing his eyes again.

I continued licking and kissing his cockhead and rubbing it hard against my lips. Bill moaned again as my lips parted and his inflamed head rubbed against my teeth. Then I kissed and licked my way down his shaft and gently tongued Bill's balls, before opening my mouth wide and taking his complete sack inside my mouth.

Bill gasped loudly and his knees gave way. He slowly slid down the wall of the shower and ended up sitting on the floor. My open mouth was left hovering over his cock and I went down hard on it, taking it deep in my throat. Bill put his hand on the back of my head, as I did my best to throat-wank his big cock.

He pushed my head down as I bobbed up and down on his erection. He moaned and gasped and I went faster and faster. Bill's cock was so hard now that it felt like a poker in my throat. I knew that he was getting very close to his orgasm, so I released his cock from my mouth and gave it a few hard pumps with my right hand.

That did the job and a jet of cum erupted and struck me just below my eye. I went down hard on him again and took him deep in my throat, gulping and swallowing every drop of his precious cum. I seldom gag when I perform deep throat on a man, but Bill fed me so much cum that I wasn't able to swallow fast enough and some of his sperm backed up and exited through my nostril.

I released Bills softening cock and knelt, facing him with cum trickling from my nose and down my chin.

I smiled at Bill and said, "By the way, my name's Kate."

Bill and I finished showering and I noticed that his limp cock was starting to grow again. I took it in my hand and gently massaged it until it was fully erect. Then I simply turned my back to Bill and bent over.

Bill didn't say anything, but after a few seconds he placed his hands on my hips and I felt his erect cock touch my buttocks. I reached between my legs and took a firm grip of Bill's cock with my hand and guided it towards my pussy. I was so wet that Bill slipped inside me with his first thrust.

I urged Bill to fuck me hard. I told him that I was a dirty little whore and all that I wanted was his hot spunk. That did the trick because he wrapped his strong arms around my waist and almost lifted me off the floor.

I could feel his cock grow harder and go deeper with every thrust. I reached down to rub my clit as Bill pounded me. I felt my orgasm building and sensed that Bill was getting close too. Then he moaned loudly and I felt his hot seed gushing from his cock, deep inside me.

My orgasm was so intense that my head felt light and when Bill released me, my legs almost gave way. I stumbled and had to lean against the shower cubicle wall to stop myself from falling. Sperm was dripping from my pussy and running down my inner thighs.

I turned to face Bill, knelt down and carefully licked up any cum which still clung to his cock. I looked up at him and said, "I've had my starter, now what's for lunch?"

Bill went off to his bedroom to dress and I went downstairs to reheat the tea. We ate a quick lunch and then went outside to fix my car.

The engine was now cool and Bill soon had the faulty thermostat out and replaced with one from an old forklift truck engine. After running my car for a few minutes, everything seemed to be fine, so I gave Bill a goodbye kiss and drove off, after promising to visit him again.