I was sent off to a customer site to fix a machine problem. That didn't happen often. Usually our stuff was fail-safe, and anything out of the ordinary could be fixed remotely, or handled by a lower echelon tech. Not this time though, so I packed up some gear and left to see what was up.

Of course this customer was in a different state, so it was a bit of a journey, and my manager estimated I'd be there for a few days.

At the airport, everything was arranged as I arrived. A customer employee had been tasked to arrange a rental car and pick me up to get me onsite. It was still early in the afternoon, so I had some time to get a first look at the problem installation.

The man, Gareth, talked a lot. More than I actually cared for, because it was all about his job and the company. He knew hardly anything about why I had come all the way out here, just that 'one of the big machines' wasn't working well.

Onsite I was greeted by the facility manager, a lady called Tracy Barnes. She had more sense, knew what was going on, and didn't waste time on the stuff Gareth had already gone through. Stuff that I had already forgotten. The only useful thing he'd done was haul my basic equipment case around, and I'm sure he hated me for that.

"I'm really glad you could come over on such short notice, " Tracy said. "Luckily this isn't our biggest production line, but we really want this line to be up and running again as soon as possible."

"We understand, " I said. "I'm really curious what's gone wrong. Would you have someone available to show me where the machine is?"

"Of course! As soon as we finish our coffee, I'll show you myself."

I liked that. Tracy was very easy on the eyes and she had a no-nonsense approach to things while at the same time being kind and calm. Good traits for a manager. A bit surprising that she also knew about the factory though, usually there were techie people for that.

After the coffee, she led me to a changing room. The factory had a dress code, only people with special shoes and rather tight-fitting overalls were allowed in. The tight fit was a rule, to make sure no loose clothing could be caught by any machine. After changing, she handed me a badge so I could go in and out as I needed.

"People will know you're here, " she said as she walked me through the hall, "and they know they have to assist you in any way."

"Fabulous." I hoped that wouldn't be necessary, but it could make a big difference.

*

The production line with the failing controller had been shut down completely, as was standard procedure. Tracy asked if I would mind if she hung around for a while. She said she was intrigued by these big machines, and seeing someone work on them was a bit of a thrill for her.

"Sure, be my guest. Just stay away from the insides once I've opened it, " I warned her.

"Don't worry. I'm just curious." She put her hands on her back, which created a nice strain on the chest part of her overalls. Tracy had a nice body, that was clear. I had spotted that quickly, thanks to those fitting overalls.

First I opened the main side of the controller, to have a look if anything there looked off. On first glance, nothing seemed wrong, so I detached the entire processing line from the unit and powered up the controller.

That took a while, because the system was built with a ton of internal checks that had to pass before it came online.

"I've never seen it while powering up, " Tracy said. "It's impressive."

"I'm glad you like it. We'll be staring at it for about five minutes, " I said.

We chatted a bit about their business until the controller was online. I opened the side panels and moved inside it, where the master system resided. My checking equipment was quickly connected and I ran a set of systems checks.

Tracy slid into the machine as well, despite her promise to stay outside. She was standing very close to me. I felt one of her boobs bounce against my elbow, even when I wasn't really moving my arm, so that action came from her.

"This is exciting. I've never seen this machine from the inside. It's really big for a controller, isn't it?"

"It has to be able to check the longest processing lines, and for each one there is a redundant system, so all that you see here has to be here."

She nodded, leaning into me again, holding her arms behind her. That made her tight-fit overalls bring out her boobs really well. I couldn't help noticing that, because of her continuing to bump into me.

I kept running my checks and found nothing wrong. "I need to shut it down again, connect the first handler in the line, and power up. This will take a while, I guess."

"But if there is nothing wrong in here, " she said, rubbing her boob against me once more, "then how can there be an alarm?"

"It can be a fault in one of the units in the line, " I explained, feeling the bulge between my legs. For that, tight-fitting overall were not ideal; there was no way I could hide it.

"I see. So this takes hours?"

"Maybe all day. And tomorrow, seeing how much you have set up in your line, " I said, starting the shutdown sequence. That would take about five minutes to complete.

"Maybe I should inform Mrs Holsted, " Tracy said. "She runs a guesthouse for our visitors, and people like you, who will be around for a while. Kind lady, not nosy, very reliable."

I told her that her idea sounded great, but I first wanted to check a few more units before she made that call, so after the controller had gone down, I connect the first sequence unit and powered up again.

Ten minutes later I ran my tests again, Tracy's boobs against my arm in an almost challenging manner. She said nothing so I said nothing.

The test completed fine, no errors or problems, so I had to go through the whole down-up sequence again. It would be nice if the controller code would allow enabling and disabling the processing line without the constant down and up; that would save a lot of time.

After lunch and a coffee break I found the culprit. Someone had been able to set unit four to the most impossible action and the controller had missed that. I was stunned.

I turned to Tracy. Her boobs immediately bounced against my chest. "Oops."

"That's fine, " she smiled. "Did you find anything?"

"Yes." I told her the problem and asked her to make that call to Mrs Holsted. "And find out who managed this screw-up. They deserve a reward for breaking the system. Oh, and I need to call my manager. I need a code m-, I mean a software engineer here to troubleshoot and fix this thing, so your line will be down for a while longer."

She nodded. "Good thing it's not the main production line. Switch off this thing and follow me."

I started the shutdown, closed the controller, and enjoyed the view of Tracy's behind as she walked ahead. We got out of the overalls, which was a blessing and, view-wise for me, also a pity.

She showed me to an office. Her office. "More coffee?"

"Yes, please."

As she arranged that, she asked what I had planned to say when mentioning a 'code m'.

I laughed. "Code monkey. A programmer. I shouldn't say that, they hate it." Then I called my manager, explained the problem and asked for an onsite developer to come over.

"So that is two rooms?" Tracy asked, listening.

I nodded.

James, my manager, told me I was in luck because one of the specialists wasn't far away from where I currently was. "I'll get that one over to you. Should be around... seven this evening."

Tracy told me the address where Mrs Holsted lived, so the developer could go straight there. James repeated it, and promised things would be fine.

*

Mrs Holsted was a nice lady indeed. Instead of letting me go out for dinner, she insisted on home cooking, and around a quarter past seven, the doorbell rang.

"That must be your friend, " Mrs Holsted said, as she went to open the door.

I grinned at 'friend' but left it at that.

To my surprise she came into the large kitchen with a Chinese woman, probably in her early twenties, but with people of an Asian origin that was nearly impossible to guess.

"Hi!" she said, sitting down opposite me as Mrs Holsted went to get food for her. "I'm May Fong Lin. You must be Peter Carter."

"Hello, and yes, I am Peter Carter, guilty as charged." I reached out to shake her hand while I tried to remember where I had heard that name before. "Wait, are you -the- May Fong Lin? Who designed the master software for the controller?"

"That's me, " she said, her face one big smile. "Your coworker James called me about this. I -have- to see what happened there, so here I am."

I looked at her. "James. Called you. He has your number?" That stunned me. James wasn't that big of a person in the company. She assured me he had gone through some channels, and probably didn't even know who she was.

"Managers live on spreadsheets, not machines and software." She winked. Then she asked how I had figured out the problem, and she was a bit impressed how quickly I'd found it. "They... what? No, don't answer that. That's for tomorrow."

We enjoyed our food and chatted a bit more. She was a bit of a jumpy person; her feet kept hitting mine all the time. I didn't mind, though. There was something about her that attracted me from the moment I laid eyes on her, and it was getting stronger by the minute.

The evening went by quickly, and we decided to get a shower and then sleep, to be ready for the next day.

I let May get that shower first of course. She said she'd knock on my door once she was done, and she did, but she couldn't have showered in that time.

What I had not been ready for was her still standing there, wearing only a towel and a big smile. "Can I help you with anything?" That would be weird. The landlady would be a better choice.

"I wondered if you want to join me, " she said, smiling again.

"Join you. In the shower." I was stunned.

"Yes!" She looked at me. "You'll do it. You didn't say 'no' immediately." With those words she pushed past me into my room, dropped the towel and jumped onto the bed. Lying there, leaning on her elbows, she grinned. "I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, but only with people I like. And I like you. You're good at your job, you talk in an educated and clever way, and you listen. And I'm also a bit of a nymphomaniac and a sex addict..." Slowly she spread her legs, offering me a view of a shaved pussy.

"Is that a band-aid?" I asked, coming closer after closing and locking the door.

"Yeah. Stupid me cut myself there while shaving. I need a good pubic hairdresser, I guess."

I knew I had to say that this wasn't right, but a specific part of my anatomy would not agree, so I decided to go for it and took my clothes off.

May grinned and slowly rubbed her pussy. "How about a pre-shower snack? Pussy Chow May?" She spread her lips. "Please?"

I got onto the bed and sat down between her legs, looking at her, admiring the perky breasts and the hard, dark nipples. Her black eyes seemed to sparkle.

"I hope you will make me very dirty, " she whispered. "Then we have to take extra good care of little May in the shower."

I put my hands on her thighs and slowly moved them upwards. Her face was full of anticipation. My dick was too. Just before reaching her hips, I lightly touched her pussy with the tips of my thumbs. She pushed her hips up to meet them but I teased her by moving my hands up a bit faster.

"You're mean, " she said, pretending to pout through a smile.

"I know, " I said as I steered my hands up even further, over her belly, then her ribs, then slipping my hands over her boobs, quickly squeezing the nipples that had been luring me up there.

"Oh yes..." She sighed, so I squeezed them again, a few more times, then slowly rolled them through my fingers. My dick was now hovering over her pussy, and I knew that some precum was already dripping down on her skin.

Carefully I massaged her boobs, enjoying how firm they were, and how perfectly they filled my palms.

"You feel good in my hands, " I told her.

"I do, so good. Keep going, " she whispered, her eyes on my face, one of her hands reaching down and wrapping itself around my dick. "And you feel good in my hand, " she added as she slowly rubbed my shaft.

"I do." I leaned over and licked her nipples, one after the other, then I sucked each of them, slowly increasing the pressure on them. She moaned softly and squeezed my dick harder.

Her breathing got faster. "Oh god yes..."

Flicking her nipples with my tongue made her moan harder. Then I sat up and let my hands trail down her body again, faster than they'd gone up. I really wanted to touch her pussy and savor her taste. As my hands left her boobs, she grabbed and squeezed them.

Oh yes, her pussy was pretty wet from my drippings on it. I slowly rubbed it over her skin, applying more and less pressure, teasing her even more.

May spread her legs wide. "Do it, " she whispered.

I leaned over and kissed her soft, moist skin, just over the spot where her slit began, and then I licked my way down to her left inner thigh. One of my fingers caressed her soft folds, which were wet already, and at times I slipped a finger inside her, just little bit. May responded amazingly well, and I was just getting started, because I licked back up to her slit and then licked down to her right inner thigh, avoiding the band-aid, which looked kind of hot on her pussy.

"You're driving me crazy, " she whispered and moaned as I shoved a finger deep inside her, while licking from where my finger went into her up to where her slit ended, and back. "More... more!"

I licked her harder now, faster, and I flicked my tongue over her clit, which made her squeal each time. Another finger entered her, feeling her tightness, and I finger-fucked her that way for some time, until I thought we were ready for action.

I pulled back my fingers, hooked my elbows behind her knees and lifted her up, leaning over her. She reached down, found my dick, and positioned it.

Calmly I pushed my dickhead inside her and waited.

Her eyes were large, shining. "I hate you, " she said.

"Liar."

"Yes. Fuck me. Please."

In one motion I pushed deep inside her. As my fingers had already told me, she was tight, which made this an amazing feeling. Then I started fucking her, with long, deep strokes.

"Yes, yes, yes, " she said, each time I filled her up. "Keep going. You made me so hot and needy, now you have to finish it."

"Don't worry, Chow May, " I said, using her own little joke, "I'm going to make you very dirty."

She started squeezing her pussy around my dick, as if she wanted to catch it and hold it in place. The sensation increased almost tenfold because of that, and she smiled. "I see you like this, " she said.

"You're a little sex vixen, aren't you?" I slammed into her harder, making her eyes even bigger than they already were.

"Oh yes, pound my pussy like that. I need that."

And so I fucked her harder. I'd never had a job perk like this, and I could really get used to it.

We kept going for quite a while, until I said, "I want you from behind."

"Yes, me too, " she said, so I pulled out. She turned around and leaned on knees and elbows.

"God, you have such a beautiful ass, May, " I said, running my hands over her butt cheeks.

"Thank you, but put that thing back inside me. You're wasting time." She didn't want to wait and I didn't either. I pushed in deep and held her hips while fucking her even faster and deeper. Between gasps, she told me that she wanted me to throw her on her back if I was about to cum, and shoot my load on her body. It would be my pleasure.

When I was close to getting off, I pulled out and did throw her on her back. She was a wisp of a woman, so that was easy. I sat over her hips and jerked a few times. My cum shot out, over her breasts, on her chin and face, and she opened her mouth to catch some. God damn, this woman was a real slut once she got going, and she got going very fast.

She smiled as she dipped her fingers in my cum and licked them. "Yummm..."

I lay down between her legs now and mercilessly attacked her pussy with my tongue, making her moan and twitch her hips. No woman would go without an orgasm on my watch.

May pulled up her legs and moaned hard. "Yes, yes, right there, yes, don't stop, don't stop..."

That was what I had to know, and so I kept licking her in that same way, knowing she'd get off soon now.

"Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod..." Her whole body jerked and twitched as she got off. She threw her thighs against my face, keeping my head locked there while I slowed the licks and waited for her waves to end. That took a long time, and I hoped she wouldn't squeeze my head off. That woman had some strong legs!

Finally she fell limp. I sat up, looking at her heaving chest, the hard, dark nipples, the sweat on her face. She held out her arms. "Come."

I lay down with her and took her in my arms as she rolled on top of me, still panting. Her body felt perfect against mine, the pressure of her boobs wonderful.

She wrapped her legs around one of mine. "I'm keeping you, " she said. "First time, you don't even know what turns me on, and you drive me crazy and make me cum like a pro. I'm definitely keeping you, " she said, still out of breath. "Even if I have to move for that."

After a while she leaned on my chest with her elbows. "I'm serious. I'm a greedy selfish little bitch, " May said. She told me where she lived and asked how far that was from where I lived. That blew my mind, because we lived in the same city. "Really?" She grinned. "I'm moving in with you. I want this every day."

"Only once?" I asked, winking at her.

"At least." Now she sat up on top of me, giving me a wonderful view of her body. "And now you have to wash me." She patted her boobs, which were still sticky with my cum and our sweat. "Because you made me dirty."

I reached out, grabbed her and threw her down on the bed next to me, which made her scream in surprise. "Let's do this." I got up and picked up her towel.

She got up from the bed and held out her hand for it.

I asked, "You said something about exhibitionist, didn't you?"

"Yes. Why?"

I bent over and threw her over my shoulder, then covered her butt with the towel. "I'm carrying you to the shower."

"But you're naked too!"

"So?" I slapped her butt. "Quiet or the landlady will hear you."