Once inside the bathroom, I put her on her feet again.

"There, " I said.

She looked up at me, her face showing delight and surprise at the same time. "I've never been carried to a bathroom like that before."

"Good. I like to be the first for great things, " I said, and winked. i knelt down and studied her pussy, wrapping an arm around her legs.

"What are you doing?" She looked surprised.

"Checking how bad your wound is. That band-aid will come off in the shower." Carefully I removed the thing, while she hissed. It couldn't feel pleasant there. There was indeed a bit of a cut, but it looked all fine and closed. I kissed it. "Better now?"

"Almost. Can you do that again?"

So I kissed her pussy again, right next to her smelly slit.

"Again?" she asked.

This time I licked her slit hard, pushing it open, my tongue going deep.

May clapped a hand over her mouth as she bent over and muffled her scream. "Mean! But nice."

Now I looked up at her and asked, "Again?"

"Yes. Stop asking stupid questions."

And so I did it again, and again she muffled her scream.

"Does it feel better now?" I kissed the spot where the cut had been.

"It does, but I wouldn't mind if you keep doing it." She grinned.

I grabbed her ass so she couldn't get away that easily and gave her a good licking that made her cum amazingly fast. For some reason I had found the exact right spot for her.

"Now look what you did, " she said once she could talk again. "I'm even dirtier. It's about time that we have this shower."

I laughed and slapped her behind. That felt and sounded nice.

"You are taking advantage of me. Good thing you aren't married."

"How do you know?" I asked as I watched turn on the shower.

"No ring, no tan line of a ring, no impression that a ring would leave, " May said, stepping under the water. "Come here. You're sticky too." As I stood against her, she asked if there was a girlfriend or fiancee in my life.

"No. I'm between girlfriends." The last one had been a while ago.

"Me too, " May said with a straight face.

I reached behind her for a wash cloth and some bath soap, then started washing her. "Good, " I said.

"You don't believe me, do you?" she asked as I washed her boobs with a lot of attention.

"No. You're not the girlfriend kind. You're the boyfriend kind, " I said, hoping I guessed right. "Arms up."

I washed her everywhere and enjoyed it. She made it fun, wiggling her ass, stealing kisses, pressing her pubes against my hip when I turned for more soap.

Once she was done, she took over and started washing me, also taking her time. At some point she was on her knees and fondled my dick. "It's nice, " she said, without looking at me. "Fits perfectly." I got hard.

Her lips closed around the head and she sucked, carefully, almost thoughtfully. Then she looked up. "This fits perfectly too." After that statement she started washing my balls and legs, taking my dick in her mouth again, gently sucking me and playing around with her tongue. This woman was amazing.

When she was done, she turned off the water and wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself against my body. "I did mean it, you know."

"What?" I assumed I knew what she meant.

"I'm keeping you. You're funny. I think you're the right size for me."

I slapped her behind. "Is that why you're looking up?"

I'd barely said that when she jumped up and put her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

"Who's looking up?" she asked, looking innocent in the sexiest way ever. "I knew it! Now you're looking down, at my tits!" She laughed. Then she yawned. "Damn it."

"No way. Come on, I'll dry you and then we go to bed."

She wiggled her eyebrows. "Yours or mine?"

*

The next morning I woke up, covered in May. What a way to wake up. My hand gently stroked her back, down to her tight little ass, and then all the way up.

"More, " she mumbled. "Nice." So I kept caressing her, until she slowly stretched herself and looked at me. "Morning..."

"Good morning."

"Are we late for work yet?"

I shrugged. "Don't know. I've been touching you, not checking the clock."

"Good, I think." She poked me in the chest. "Remember. I'm keeping you. You're officially mine now. Okay?" She sounded very serious, and there was no way in hell or on earth that I would let this sex addict get away.

"Okay. But that makes you mine too. Okay?"

"Hmm." She looked pensive for a moment, but her eyes already told me how she felt about that. "Okay. Wait..." May crawled over me in such a manner that her boobs were in my face. "It's seven twelve. I think that means we still have time to fuck before getting up, right?"

"Uh-huh, " I managed, and slipped one of her nipples in my mouth.

"Unfair advantage, " she moaned.

"You created the opportunity, " I said, letting go of the nipple, holding her butt and squeezing it.

"I know." She sat up on top of me. "Glad you took it." May leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue playing with mine, my hands on her ass and hers in my hair.

"I never thought this would happen, " she said after breaking the kiss and sitting up on my hips.

"What? This? Us? If so, count me in as well." I moved my hands to her boobs and played with them, while she reached behind her and located my hard dick.

"Yes. That." She lifted her butt, moved back a bit, and lowered herself onto me. "And this. Fuck before breakfast." She started moving up and down. "I love this."

"So do I, and I enjoy the view, May."

She grinned. "Good, because you're going to see this view a lot." Slowly she leaned forward, putting her hands on my chest. She weighed near to nothing. As she was riding me, she looked serious. "I fell for you. Hard. On first sight. And it scares me. I know I have a big mouth and I can be very loud but before I allow my heart to open to you, I want to know how you feel. Because this scares me."

I hadn't expected that from her, but I had to be honest. "I understand, and I feel the same. I'd never thought this could happen but it did. I knew you were special after the first few minutes we spoke. As if there was this connection, you know, say five words and understand four sentences. And then, when you came in and threw yourself on the bed..."

"You're just a sex crazy beast, " she said, still riding me. Her eyes were serious.

"Listen which sex crazy beast is talking, " I said, winking. "The one who called herself a sex addict. I really think I love you, May Fong Lin. I know that's insane, I didn't believe that could happen."

"Until now, " she finished my sentence.

"Indeed."

"I knew it. That's why I'm keeping you. If you want to keep me." She leaned over and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me.

"I'm not letting you go, May. Never, " I said after the kiss broke.

"Good. And remember, I'm not sharing." She now lay on top of me, entirely relaxed. Her head rested on my shoulder and her long hair flowed around us.

"Good. I don't share either. You're mine, I'm yours, we're ours. Does that work for you?"

She nodded. "Perfectly. Does that makes us boyfriend girlfriend?"

"Miss Lin, I think we skipped that stage." I squeezed her shapely behind.

"Mr Carter, that pleases me."

At that moment the alarm on her phone beeped.

"Damn. That means fuck time is over, right?" She slowly sat up again, my hands rested on her hips. "We'll make up for that later today."

I reached up to her boobs and held them. "I'm taking that as a promise."

She got up from me and sighed. "I'm kind of shocked about myself."

I got up as well and hugged her. "So am I. Do you walk to the shower or do I carry you again?"

"You wouldn't."

Two seconds later she was over my shoulder again, and this time without a towel to cover her ass.

*

Mrs Holsted asked if we'd slept well. We assured her that we had, as we enjoyed the breakfast she'd prepared, and soon after that we got into my rental car. May had a small case with her computer stuff with her. My equipment was still at the customer's site.

"This is kinda weird, " May said. "I just fell in love with you and I want to keep you in bed all day long. Instead we're going to work. Together. That feels wrong, doesn't it?"

"And to imagine we didn't even know each other before yesterday evening." I still couldn't grasp that, but it was very real. I rested a hand on her thigh. "I'm glad you're here, May."

"So am I." She unbuttoned her blouse. "Here. I didn't put on a bra. Just for you to know." She flashed her boobs at me and grinned.

"You're evil."

She nodded. "Because you were mean last evening."

We both laughed as she buttoned up the blouse again.

After that we did our best to switch to professional mode and talked about the problem at hand.

Tracy was surprised to see us coming in, which in turn surprised me. I had told her I'd call in help. She told me she hadn't expected help to arrive that quickly.

"We try to fix things fast, " May said, "and so I am here."

"I see. That's great."

I noticed that Tracy was far less thrilled about our presence than she'd been about mine. Very strange, I thought, until I remembered how she'd constantly tried to make physical contact through the tight-fitting overalls. Had she had an eye on me? She didn't even know if I was married or engaged, or anything like that.

Tracy told us she was very busy that day and she'd ask Marty, someone on the floor, to pick us up and let us get to work. We thanked her, and Marty, a man built like a giant tree, came to see us into the factory.

"Be careful with Tracy, " he warned me when May was still getting changed. "She's out to sleep with everyone. I saw she was pretty pissed off today. Because of her." He pointed at the door from where May appeared right then.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, looking a bit puzzled.

"Not at all, " I said. "In fact you did something very right." I put an arm around her.

"She's your girlfriend? Man, better not let Tracy find out. She's vindictive. Come on, I'll show you in." Marty led the way.

"What do you mean with 'better not let Tracy find out'?" I asked. May looked puzzled as well. "I'm here to fix the machinery, not to have sex with Tracy."

"You don't know Tracy, " Marty said, shaking his head.

That did not sound good.

We reached the dead processing line, where Marty left us after wishing us good luck.

May asked more about Tracy, and I told her what I knew. "I see. Not going to happen. I told you I'm not sharing." For a moment she looked as if she was on the war path.

"Let's focus on this machine, " I said. "Where do you want to start?"

She grinned. "In bed with you, but I guess that's out, so show me the problem setting on the unit that you discovered."

I showed her to the unit and what had gone wrong there. "First off, this shouldn't even be possible. There has to be a failure in the switching panel."

"Can't be. The software checks every available panel in the line to its default configuration, and the line won't start if something is wrong, " May assured me. "It's not the panel."

"That's wrong. It has to be the panel. Otherwise this error could not have happened."

We looked at each other.

"Unless the error is in the design of the panel and no one noticed that until now." We didn't use the exact same words, but we reached that same conclusion.

"That would be bad, " I said.

She nodded. "This implies that the same thing can go wrong in every line that uses this specific panel setup."

I said I would rip the panel out of the machine and check it. May said I would do no such thing and ordered me to put the system online so she could run some diagnostics.

"They won't show this. I ran them yesterday, " I said.

She smiled sweetly. "Dear Peter. You have the field tech version. I have the real deal." She patted her case. "Remember, I wrote the software for this setup."

"I want to kiss you so badly, " I said.

"Only kiss?" May pouted for a moment, then winked. "Of course. Fire this baby up, Peter."

That took about fifteen minutes. After that time I opened the controller's side panel and May walked into it. God, she looked so cute in that machine, in her not very tight-fitting overalls, as even the S size was big on her. And she looked so small.

"Oh, you're at it again." Tracy had walked up to me and I hadn't noticed. "Is she old enough to do that kind of work?"

"She is. She designed the whole software for it, " I said, stepping a bit to the side as she pushed a boob against my arm again.

"You didn't do that yesterday, " Tracy said.

"That was yesterday. It shouldn't have happened, Tracy."

"But it did, " she whispered, boobing my elbow again, "and I liked it."

"Please, don't."

May looked at me. "Peter, can you give me a hand here?"

"Sure!" I appreciated her call for help.

"She at it?" was the first thing May asked. "I saw her much too close to you. I'm not sharing." She sounded close to hostile.

"No need to eat her alive, " I said.

"Don't worry, you can eat me alive." She grinned, then asked me to help her reach a specific connector. It was mounted too high for her. There was a row of six of them.

"Here?"

"No."

"Here?"

"No. Pick me up, I'll do it."

I picked her up and she plugged in the cable. "That's it."

"Yeah. That's it, " Tracy said, who'd halfway come into the machine as well. "And now you can do your job while I have something important to show to Peter."

She grabbed my arm and pulled.

I didn't move. "Stop that, Tracy. May and I are here to do a job, nothing else."

Tracy didn't stop, though. "You helped her with that stupid plug. Now you can help me with something."

"I need Peter here, " May calmly said. "We discovered a serious issue in the software and the hardware, so his expertise is crucial for me. If you feel you know better, please let's discuss this with your boss."

"My boss has nothing to do with this, " Tracy muttered. "This is between Peter and me."

"No, " I said. "This is between you and you. Please let us get on here. We're wasting precious time. Otherwise we're packing up, I will call my manager about this, Miss Lin will call her manager about this, and your backup line will remain the way it is."

"You can't do that!" Tracy sounded agitated. "It needs to be up as soon as possible because the main production line is scheduled for maintenance in a few days."

"It's up to you, Tracy, " I said.

"Fine. Have it your way." She turned and marched off.

May and I waited until she was out of sight.

"I'll have my way with you later, " May whispered. "After we've analyzed this."

We were glad that Tracy had walked off. This way we could actually get work done, and it proved to be a lot more than we'd thought it to be. My attitude towards software developers changed a lot after seeing the things May did, and when she was satisfied with her tests and checks, I shut down the machine and finally got to rip out the panel from the fourth unit.

I sat on the ground, checking the backside of the panel and found the faults in the design after a while. Now May sat there next to me and said how much she enjoyed watching me work.

"We make a good team, " she decided as I pointed out the mistakes in the wiring scheme.

"I think so too." Seeing her smiling face was a thrill. "And I see why this was missed. It's just a few wires going wrong, but..."

"Can you fix that?" she asked.

"Shouldn't be too hard. Should I change everything, all three? Or do you want some testing with only one?"

She shook her head. "All of them. It takes very long to restart the line, so best do everything."

I agreed, so I disconnected the three fails and put in a few new, temporary connections. After making sure nothing would short-circuit the thing, I put it back on the unit. That happened under the watchful eyes of some people who found all this more fascinating than their jobs.

"Alright then. Here we go."

This time I let May activate the machine. She'd never done that; she was all software, and I saw how she enjoyed making the whole line, up to unit four, come online.

Once that was up and humming, she connected her laptop again (with my help, which I loved), and she ran her checks.

"Perfect, " she said after fifteen minutes of typing and clicking. "Everything is great so far." We got to work on going through all the settings that unit four had to be able to process, and by then it was lunchtime, which some folks from the work floor came to remind us.

They showed us to the restaurant, where we gathered our food, tea for May and coffee for me, and we found a spot to sit and talk somewhat privately.

Halfway through our lunch, Tracy showed up at our table. "Not at work?" the woman asked, holding a mug in her hands.

"Lunch, " I said. "Like you, it appears."

Tracy put the mug on the table and leaned on it. "I want you to go and fix the machine, not waste time chit-chatting here. That machine is important to us."

"It's a backup machine, " I calmly pointed out, "and we are fixing it soon. A few more hours and it will be done."

Tracy picked up the mug again. "Now."

"Soon, " I repeated.

Then things happened very fast. She started throwing the contents of her mug at me, May lashed out faster than lightning, and the mug sailed through the air, landing on the floor, spilling hot coffee and splinters all over.

"Tracy, what the fuck!" Someone at the next table had seen it happen. "You were going to throw hot coffee at him?"

Tracy looked at the man. "My mug slipped, Jim. And nothing bad happened, I was just in time to-"

"Hell you were, " said Jim. "If it hadn't been for little Miss Lightning there, that man would have been drenched and burned in your 'slipping mug '. You okay, mister?"

"I'm fine, " I assured him, not taking my eyes off Tracy.

Jim got up. "I'm going to report this, Tracy. This was one I saw happen."

"Nothing happened! And I apologized!" Tracy shouted now.

"Like hell you did, " a woman from another table said. "I'm going to put in a complaint too, like Jim. We warned you often enough, Tracy, and this is one time too often."

Jim walked to Tracy, reaching out to take her by the arm.

Tracy didn't take that well and kicked him between the legs. "No one is going to touch me!"

At that moment three men hurried over to her and held her under control, while the woman who'd spoken up, knelt down with Jim to see if he was alright. The man was already getting up again, but looked in pain. No surprise there.

He sat down next to me and apologized.

"What for?" I asked, as he had only tried to help.

"For that bitch, Tracy. We know what she tried, Peter, " Jim said. "She's done it with all men here, and a few women too. Made them sleep with her, have sex, you know, or they'd be out of a job. Me too, because she's really good in the sack, but she has no right forcing herself onto someone from outside."

He looked at May. "You're not someone to mess with, Miss Lightning."

"I'm just May, " she said, with the sweetest smile. "I hope you are not hurting anymore."

"I'll be fine." Jim got up. "Enjoy the rest of your lunch, folks. And sorry again." He walked off, clearly not 'fine' yet.

The woman who'd helped him said the same and sat down with her own food again.

"You were really fast, Miss Lightning, " I said to May. "How come?"

"I have brothers who do martial arts and I learned some too. And I'm May, not Miss Lightning."

"You're May, and cute, " I said. It made her blush.

"I'm not cute. Now eat your food, " she said.

"Yes mom."

That made her laugh.

*

The machine was up and running, everything worked fine. We drove back to the house of Mrs Holsted. We'd reported the fix back to the office, who would arrange visits for fixes to all customers with that configuration.

When we got there, the woman told us she'd moved my things to May's room. "Because I noticed you hadn't really slept there anyway, " she explained and winked. "Will you be staying any longer?"

"For the night, " May said, "and thank you."

"Of course, " the landlady said, and winked once more. "I've been young too."

After dinner, May and I had a shower to get rid of the nasty feeling that Tracy had left. We had no idea what would happen to her and we didn't really care.

What counted was this woman in my arms, who looked at me as the water came down on us.

"Hey you, " she said.

"What?" I said, leaning over to kiss her.

"I will let the hair on my pussy grow, " she said after that kiss. "And then you can practice shaving me there. Without cuts, or I will hurt you too."

"Don't worry. I'll be very careful." I lowered my hands to her behind and squeezed it gently. "Like this."

"You don't have to be careful there, " she told me. "I have a butt that likes squeezing."

So I squeezed harder, while one of her hands located my dick and made it a bit harder. Easily she slipped out of my arms and knelt down, licking my dick, slowly jacking me off as she sucked on the head and played with my balls.

"I like this, " she said. "Do you like this?"

"Very much, " I said. "You're doing this perfectly." After that she made it impossible for me to say something for a while, and she stopped before I would get off. She got me to the edge several times and it was as if she knew exactly when to stop.

May got up. "Now you. I know you can do it, you proved it last night." She giggled. "A few times."

I knelt down and pulled her against my face by grabbing her ass and pressing that lovely pussy against my mouth. I licked her while squeezing her butt cheeks, sliding my tongue between her lips, circling her clit, and then I shoved a few fingers inside her. May's hands were on my head, and I felt her tremble.

"You are mean, " she moaned. "So mean..."

"I know, " I said, loving how she moaned.

She leaned against the bathroom wall and swung one leg over my shoulder. I kept licking and fingering her, taking my time, my dick getting harder all the time. Her skin was soft and wet, her pussy slippery, and her moaning drove me wild.

"Don't stop, don't stop..." The urgency in her voice told me she was close to coming, so I kept going. "Yes, yes..."

Her orgasm hit hard. She leaned over, squirming. Her leg pressed hard into my back as the waves of ecstasy crushed through her, and her pussy squeezed hard on my fingers that were still inside her. I had stopped moving, but kept fingers and tongue where they were, as much as her movements allowed.

May breathes hard, groaned, and the orgasm kept going and going. I wondered how long this woman could keep that up, and it was a very long time.

She pushed my head back a little. "No more... I can't..." That was also my cue to slide my fingers out of her. They were drenched in her juices, which I slowly licked off. "I love seeing that, " May whispered.

I looked up at her, her boobs still heaving, her nipples hard and pointy, and that special glow on her face that told me she'd had a great orgasm. "And I love doing this, " I said. "With you."

She put her foot on the floor again, and I got up.

"I'm keeping you, " she said.

"Good luck getting rid of me." I pulled her against me and kissed her, my dick standing up against her belly.