Thursday, January 19, 2006

Locker Porn

Best part about guys coming in from other crews for overtime is that you get to see the naked broad pinups in their lockers. Every guy has some sort of pinup. Topless, page three, gash. I don't. I'm just too old and my eyes are just too awful.

But when a guy who you don't work with comes in it's a bit a of a break to see some fresh quim.

Sounds decidedly sexist pig like.

And I could say yeah well fuck it.

But there's more to it than that.

Beautiful naked women are beautiful. And my world is damn ugly. Why shouldn't I be able to add a little beauty to it.

You have no idea how fucking ugly my world is, my working world. It's starts about a mile before I get to the plant and it gets worse and worse and worse.

Grease, dust, piping, blue and yellow paint, dented tin walls. One time last summer during a slow period we were made to paint the equipment. Just because. I decided to add a little artistic touch, mixing a bit of yellow and blue, and ragrolling this egg-shaped dust conveyor.

Of course it was a wonder I wasn't fired. I wasn't even made to paint over it. I think for the uniform mind of a lot of the cocksukers there, it heightened the ugliness of the place. People like to wallow in it you know.

So back to the naked women. It's funny. At various parts of my life I've been turned right the fuck on by various parts of a women's bodies.

Legs. Ass. Tits. You know the big three.

Tits have been a constant with me. Ass and legs less so. But still.

There have a times also been other odd parts that have inexplicably given me a jones.

There was this one girl one time who's neck just sent me over the moon. Her neck. And she was pretty, with a great rack, long pins, and a bucket from heaven.

But her neck just sent me.

Go figure.

But now I'm getting old and I can look at women more objectively. You know, with some distance, not get all randy, judge a woman as a package, the sum being greater than any part.

Who am I kidding. I barely have the energy to raise a johnson let alone whack off.

And we got some hot young babes down at the plant. Students.

I wish I was nineteeen in some ways. Just to feel that rush again. That constant instant hard-on.

But no. All these babes and they just don't do anything for me. I'm bemused at best.

Until this morning. But what a mind fuck.

There this young girl, straight off the farm, really pretty. I talk to her and goof off with her. I'm older than her dad. Who I know. Which kind keeps me in check as well.

I was standing at the window this morning looking out over the lake as the sun was rising. She suck up from behind. We started yakking.

The spot is the quietest part of the plant. We shot the shit. About sunrises, being up all night. How weird it made you feel, how you didn't know most of the time if what you were seeing was real. It would be like drugs but you just wanna lie down and go to sleep, more than anything.

I'd never noticed before how beautiful her eyes were. Blue. Light blue, sky blue. We talked and talked for what seemed like an eternity. I kept staring into her eyes. And she - being this sort of naive open trusting direct young thing - was just looking at me, straight ahead.

And I got a boner.

Never happened to me before in my life. Never really noticed how beautiful a woman's eyes could be. Never got a jones looking into the eyes of girl unless it was just a place to put them while avoiding her gaping cleavage or imagining what her wet cunt would feel like.

You grab what you can at the plant. Little slivers of beauty.