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The sun was setting on another long, grueling day at the factory when Marissa clocked out for the evening. Her feet ached, her back was sore, and the stench of machinery and sweat still clung to her skin. All she wanted was to get home, take a hot shower, and collapse onto her bed. But as she exited the building, she felt a taps on her shoulder.

It was Jack, one of the other line workers she often shared small talk with during breaks. He was cute in a rugged sort of way, with a scruffy beard and muscular arms from operating heavy equipment. “Hey Marissa, wait up!” he called out.

Marissa sighed, mustering up a weak smile. “Hey Jack. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering…since you worked so hard today, maybe I could treat you to a drink? It’s happy hour downtown.”

Marissa hesitated. In truth, the thought of free booze sounded pretty good right about now. But was he hitting on her? They were coworkers after all…and she had a strict policy against mixing business with pleasure. Then again, one drink couldn’t hurt, right?

“Sure, why not?” Marissa found herself saying. “But just one though. I’m beat.”

Jack’s face lit up with that charming, roguish grin. “I’ll make sure you get home safe, beautiful. C’mon, I’ve got a car.”

As they rode in Jack’s beat-up pickup truck, small talk turned flirty. Marissa felt the tension building between them, an undeniable spark. Maybe this was exactly the stress relief she needed after a long day’s work.

The bar was filled with the usual “after-work crowd.” Jack and Marissa made their way to an empty booth in the back, where they proceeded to order a few rounds of shots. Marissa laughed and twirled her hair, more and more comfortable with Jack the more she drank. Eventually, she felt lightheaded and flowery, her lips feeling plump and kissable. Boldly, she reached across the table and ran her manicured fingers through his beard.

“Jack…” she purred, “You’re so sexy. I think I’m drunk…” she giggled.

Jack smirked, moving closer to her until the tips of their knees touched. “Is that so? Well, maybe we should get out of here then. I know the perfect spot to take a walk…”

Marissa nodded enthusiastically, already standing up from the booth on wobbly legs. Her breasts felt heavy and achy restrained under her tight work shirt.

Outside, the night air was cool and refreshing. The streetlights cast a warm glow, illuminating Jack’s handsome features. Marissa got lost in his eyes, so dark and inviting. She felt herself gravitate closer, her breasts pressing against his muscled chest. Their lips met, and Marissa instantly melted into his passionate kiss. Her fingers combed through his hair, tugging gently.

“Jack…” she gasped between kisses, “take me home with you…I need you.”

Her heart raced as she followed him to his truck, speechless and throbbing with need. Back at his place, she couldn’t keep her hands off him. She helped him unbutton his shirt, her hands exploring every sensual muscle, pawing at his chest. It was Jack’s turn to remove her shirt though, undoing the buttons slowly until he could pull it over her shoulders, revealing the creamy curves of her breasts encased in a white lacy bra. Marissa let out a shaky moan, aching for his touch.

“So beautiful…” Jack breathed, running a finger along the swell of her breasts before unsnapping her bra in one swift motion. They spilled free, the rosy peaks erect and begging to be touched. Jack leaned down, taking one nipple between his teeth, nibbling and teasing until Marissa cried out and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on.

Soon they made their way to the bedroom, a tangle of roaming hands and heated kisses. Marissa trembled as Jack helped her out of her jeans, leaving her in just a pair of skimpy panties. She could feel the heat of his lusty gaze on every inch of her exposed skin. Slowly, she slid the panties down, bending over to allow Jack an eyeful of her peachy rear. She peeked over her shoulder, giving him a come-hither look. “Is that how you like me, Jack? Bent over and ready for you to take me?”

Jack wasted no time in retrieving a condom from his nightstand and shedding his own pants and underwear, freeing his rock hard erection. He covered himself and beckoned Marissa to him. She eagerly complied, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap. She could feel the hard length pressing against her wet folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me…” Jack groaned, sensually teasing her with his tip.

Marissa whimpered and pushed back against him, trying to get him inside. “Please Jack, I need your big cock. Fuck me hard…”

With a swift upward thrust, Jack buried himself to the hilt, making Marissa scream in ecstasy. He grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard and fast, pushing deeper with each stroke. Marissa’s whole body shook and she could feel the familiar tightness coiling in her core. “Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, just like that!” she cried out, her nails digging into Jack’s chest as her orgasm began to build.

Jack somehow managed to go even harder, drilling her into the mattress with his powerful hips. Marissa saw stars behind her eyelids, her walls clenching Jack’s throbbing shaft as she came undone. A tidal wave of pleasure washed over her and she could only scream Jack’s name over and over as she shuddered and came on his cock, drenching them both with her sweet honey.

“Holy shit Marissa, you feel amazing…” Jack panted, his rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a few more powerful thrusts, he buried himself deep inside her once more and groaned a low, satisfied growl in the crook of her neck as his hot seed spilled into the condom.

Marissa collapsed on top of him, utterly spent and satisfied. She nuzzled into his neck, enjoying the feeling of his softening member still inside her. “That was incredible…” she murmured. “Thank you Jack.”

Jack wrapped his arms around her middle and kissed the top of her head. “Anytime beautiful. I’m happy my massaging skills didn’t go to waste.”

They remained tangled together, basking in the afterglow until sleep took hold of them both…