Meeting Nesha

I was working nights for a few months after one of the night operators retired from our facility. I manage a pipeline terminal and storage facility for one of the larger oil and gasoline companies. I normally work Monday through Friday on day shift, but needed to cover John’s shift until we hired and trained a new operator to take over. Luckily we had just hired a new guy and he was scheduled to be done with his training in the next 12-16 weeks.


Filling in wasn’t too bad and I looked forward to him joining the team. Ron had worked for me at a previous company and I considered him a good friend. This was the time of year where it was feast or famine in our industry. You may have a couple nights of many lines running then have a couple more with minimal work to do. Our terminal is manned 24 hours a day, so even if the work slows, you still need to be there in case of any alarms or problems with equipment.


I had just came off my first night of 12 hour shifts and had 6 more nights to go until I received my 7 days off. I woke up after 5 hours of sleep and felt pretty rested, so I made a light breakfast and ran to my local 24 hour gym for a workout. It was Saturday afternoon and I found I had the gym to myself. The gym is located in our older downtown area near a park with a river flowing through it. I sometimes walk over to the park and sit and cool down before jumping in my car and driving back home for a quick shower.


I was pretty sweaty after my workout and headed over to the park and grabbed a seat on a concrete picnic table. I saw two young girls walking along the river walk in my direction and wondered how old they were. One was dressed in extremely short shorts with a tight short top that showed her mid-section and tennis shoes. She was obviously young, but had a nice shape. She had long curly hair that was blowing around in the wind. The other was dressed in a grey and white tiger print yoga pants with a loose fitting t-shirt. She had on what I’d call skate boarding shoes and was sporting a punk style hair-do with pink and blue dyed into it.


As they got closer I couldn’t help but notice how much curvier and well put together the young girls were these days compared to back when I was their age. I’m not ancient, but at 41 the girls are completely different than when I was in school.


They glanced my direction and continued walking by and stopped to look at the river with their backs facing me. I admired both of their asses and curves while they threw rocks and laughed at each other. I was just about to leave when the girl in the shorts hugged the other girl and quickly walked away towards the downtown. The girl in the yoga pants set down on the wall that overlooked the river with her feet hanging over the edge.


It was a pretty steep drop down to the river from that point and I was kind of impressed with her courage to sit like that. I watched her throw a couple more rocks and figured it was time for me to go. As walked away she looked back at me and smiled. I told her to be careful not to fall in as I continued walking back to my car. I heard her shout “hey, will you jump in and save me if I jump?” I stopped in my tracks and hoped she was just teasing. I had heard about a boy trying to commit suicide 10 years ago by jumping into the river from this height. I suddenly thought if she was being serious I couldn’t live with myself and that I’d better go talk to her to be sure.


As I walked up to her I was stricken by how pretty she was. She was tan with dark brown eyes and really had a cute face. I quickly thought “this could be a beautiful girl if she got away from the punk look”. She had a confused look on her face obviously wondering what I wanted. I asked if she was OK and if she was serious about jumping in. She started laughing loudly and said it was just a joke. I stood there for a minute reading her face and body language when I decided she was telling the truth. I laughed and said I was sorry, but just wanted to make sure she was OK. She smiled and asked “does this mean you would jump in to save me, Superman?” I responded “absolutely, but let’s not test it”.


I introduced myself as “Chuck” and held my hand out to shake her hand. She smiled even bigger, grabbed my hand, squeezed it and used me to pull herself up to her feet. With a smirk she said “I’m Nesha, Superman” asking me why I was so sweaty and slowly letting go of my hand. I told her I had just finished working out and was cooling off before heading home. She looked me up and down and said “looks like the workouts are doing you good, Superman”. I knew I needed to go and it didn’t look good standing here in the park talking to this young girl, so I told her I needed to run and it was nice meeting her.


I took another quick glance of her body before turning to walk away. She was about 5’ tall and not much above 100 lbs. She had a great shape of legs and ass clearly on display with her yoga pants. I could tell she had smaller breasts, but couldn’t get a good look with her loose t-shirt on. Just as I turned she asked “how do I get in touch with you, Superman, if I need saving later?” I laughed and turned telling her to just turn the signal on and shine it into the sky. Without laughing she said “that was batman and Superman needed his own signal”. I have no idea what possessed me, but I pulled out my wallet and walked back to her handing my business card.


She grabbed it immediately and read it asking “so I’ll email you when I need you then, Superman?” Still in a trance by this young sexy girl I blurted “my cell is on there too” and hurried my walk to my car before I did something else stupid. The whole time I’m walking I’m wondering why in the hell did I just give her my card? When I got to me car and pulled away, I noticed she wasback sitting on the wall overlooking the river and throwing stones again. She didn’t look my direction again and I figured she probably had a good laugh and threw the card in the river too.


Later that evening, about 11 PM, I am doing pressure checks on equipment when I hear my phone beep. I wondered who would be texting my phone at this hour and look to see a text reading “hey, Superman, how’s the cape and red boots?” I figured it was Nesha and smiled as I walked back to my control room to input the pressures I had just collected. After updating my data, and making sure I didn’t have anything else to attend to, I read her text again. I wondered if I should just be polite and end this or just ignore it all together. Why in the hell did I give her my card? Who had she shown it to? I thought about for it for another minute, but couldn’t get the image of her tight little body out of my mind. I was wishing I had taken a picture of her ass when I finally got the nerve to text her back.


Me: Hi how are you? Not swimming in the river I trust?

Nesha: Not for a couple hours now. LOL

Me: Glad to hear.

Nesha: I wondered if you would still be up and figured I’d risk it and text you.

Me: I’m actually working night shift for another week and then I’m off for a week.

Nesha: Oh, that’s cool. Hope I’m not disturbing you at your job. Wouldn’t want Super man in trouble. 

Me: No, it’s OK. I’m here by myself.

Nesha: So are you working out at the same time again tomorrow? Stopping by the park to save me again?

Me: My schedule is crazy when I’m on nights. I hope to grab another workout tomorrow. Not sure of time yet.

Nesha: You can always text me when you’re going to go and I’ll stop and see you while you’re cooling down.

Me: Yeah? Can I ask you something?

Nesha: Sure

Me: How old are you? I don’t think we should be meeting in any parks or texting for that matter.

Nesha: Sorry you feel that way. I’m am 18 BTW. Graduated in May and leave for school in August.

Me: Oh, I’m sorry. You just look so young. Where are you going to school? What will you be majoring in?

Nesha: I’m going to Harvard to be a doctor. LOL , Just kidding. I’m going to the technical college for the beauty academy. I want to open my own salon some-day.

Me: Well I’d pick the beauty Academy over medical school myself. LOL

Nesha: I have to be up early so I’m going to go. Text me tomorrow when you’re working out so I can say hi to you during your cool down.

Me: Sure will. Goodnight.


Now my head is spinning! The fact that she’s 18 makes it legal, but I’ve been married for longer than she’s been alive. I have kids older than her. I figured the best thing to do was to not text her again and hope she forgets about all this. I continued on with my shift with her hot little body on my mind the rest of the night.


The next morning I got home about 6AM from working all night. I jumped in the shower and changed into some pajama bottoms to get ready for bed. My wife, Dawn, was just waking up as I laid next to her and asked me how my shift went. I told her it was pretty uneventful and I looked forward to getting the new guy trained so I could get back on days. I explained he was working the opposite 7 nights as me with my other operator and would work with me next month for training. Dawn told me she just couldn’t sleep well alone and couldn’t wait to get me back on days too, as she put her hand down the front of my pajama bottoms grabbing my cock with her fist.


I immediately got a hard on and pulled her on top of me. She was wearing black panties and an old red t-shirt. I pulled the shirt over her head revealing her perky breasts for a woman the age of 40 and started sucking her nipples. She rubbed her pussy against my cock and jumped up to close the door before taking off her panties and pulling off my pajamas. She knelt between my legs and started sucking my dick. I relaxed and knew this was exactly what I needed to sleep better for the next couple hours. As Dawn sucked my dick, Nesha popped in my mind. I wondered if she had sucked cock yet? I figured as attractive as she was she certainly was having sex even at her age by now.