I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who got off on being watched. Or, in this case, doing the watching. But here I was, standing in the dimly lit storage room of the construction site, my breath caught in my throat as I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me. It had started innocently enough. I was the only woman in the engineering firm, and I’d long since grown used to the lingering glances, the not-so-subtle flirtations, and the occasional inappropriate comment. I was used to being the fantasy of every man on the site—engineers, construction workers, even the foremen. I knew what they said about me when they thought I couldn’t hear. They compared me to Ana de Armas, whispered about what they’d do to me if they ever got the chance. At first, it had made me uncomfortable. But over time, I’d started to feel a strange kind of power in it. I knew I had control over them, and that knowledge had started to stir something primal in me.Today, though, was different. I’d been walking past the storage room when I’d heard a low groan, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. My curiosity got the better of me, and I’d peeked through the cracked door. And there he was—one of the construction foremen, sitting on a stack of cardboard boxes, his hard hat tossed aside, his jeans pooled around his ankles. In one hand, he held his phone, the screen glowing faintly in the darkness. And on the screen… it was me. It was me.My breath hitched as I watched him, his hand moving rhythmically over his cock, his eyes glued to the photo on the screen. I recognized it instantly—it was one I’d posted on my social media a few weeks ago, a candid shot of me at a site meeting, laughing at something one of the engineers had said. I’d thought nothing of it at the time, but now, seeing it like this—seeing the way he was using it—I felt a heat flare low in my belly. I should have been angry. I should have stormed in there, demanded he delete it, reported him to HR. But instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, his hand moving faster, his cock slick with precum. And then, with a low, guttural moan, he came, thick ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach and the tip of his dick. I felt a shiver run through me, my own body responding in a way I hadn’t expected. My nipples hardened beneath my shirt, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. I wanted to touch myself, to let my own fingers explore the ache that was building inside me. But instead, I pushed the door open, stepping into the room. He froze, his eyes wide with panic as he saw me. “Shit,” he muttered, scrambling to cover himself. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”I held up a hand, silencing him. “Don’t,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Don’t apologize.”He stared at me, clearly unsure of how to react. I took a step closer, my eyes never leaving his. “You were watching me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You were touching yourself to me.”He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I… yeah,” he admitted, his voice rough with shame. “I couldn’t help it. You’re just… God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”I felt a thrill run through me at his words, at the raw desire in his voice. I stepped closer still, until I was standing right in front of him, my knees almost brushing against his. I could see the mess he’d made, the cum still glistening on the tip of his cock. Without thinking, I reached out, my fingers brushing against him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock. “You made a mess,” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “Let me clean it up for you.”I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands resting on his thighs. He tensed beneath my touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I leaned in closer. I could smell the musk of his skin, the faint tang of his cum. My heart was pounding in my chest, my own arousal making my head swim as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as I took him deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, savoring the salty taste of him, the way he twitched and throbbed against my tongue. I reached up, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to move, taking him deeper with each stroke. “Fuck,” he gasped, his hands tangling in my hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”I hummed in response, the vibration making him moan even louder. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth, his cock swelling as I worked him. I could taste the remnants of his cum, the tang of it mixing with the salt of his skin. I loved the way he tasted, the way he felt against my tongue. I wanted more, needed more. I pulled back slightly, my lips still wrapped around him as I looked up at him through my lashes. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire as he stared down at me. “You like that?” I asked, my voice muffled by his cock. He nodded frantically, his hands tightening in my hair. “God, yes,” he managed to choke out. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”I smiled around him, my tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock. “Good,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry. “Because I’m not done yet.”I slid my mouth down his length, taking him as deep as I could, until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groaned, his hips bucking as he thrust deeper into my mouth. I let him, my hands gripping his thighs as I let him fuck my face, the sound of his moans and the wet noises of my mouth on his cock filling the small room. I could feel him getting close, his cock throbbing in my mouth as his body tensed. I reached up, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to pump it in time with the movements of my mouth. He cried out, his hips jerking as he came, his cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it down, savoring the taste of him as I continued to suck and stroke him, milking every last drop from him. When he finally went limp in my mouth, I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at him. His chest was heaving, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he stared down at me. “Holy shit,” he managed to gasp, his voice hoarse. “That was… fuck.”I smiled, a slow, sultry smile as I reached up to wipe the corner of my mouth. “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction. He stared at me for a moment, clearly unsure of what to say. And then, before he could reply, I stood up, brushing off my knees as I turned to leave the room. “See you on site, Foreman,” I said over my shoulder, my voice teasing. “Don’t forget to clean up.”As I walked away, I could feel the heat still burning in my veins, my own arousal threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I’d just crossed a line, that I’d done something I could never take back. But as I stepped out into the bright sunlight, a smile playing on my lips, I found that I didn’t care.I liked the way it felt. I liked the power it gave me. And I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t going to be the last time.

The protagonist discovers a foreman masturbating to her photo in a storage room. Instead of confronting him, she kneels and performs oral sex on him. After finishing, she leaves the room, feeling empowered by the encounter.

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who got off on being watched. Or, in this case, doing the watching. But here I was, standing in the dimly lit storage room of the construction site, my breath caught in my throat as I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me. 

It had started innocently enough. I was the only woman in the engineering firm, and I’d long since grown used to the lingering glances, the not-so-subtle flirtations, and the occasional inappropriate comment. I was used to being the fantasy of every man on the site—engineers, construction workers, even the foremen. I knew what they said about me when they thought I couldn’t hear. They compared me to Ana de Armas, whispered about what they’d do to me if they ever got the chance. At first, it had made me uncomfortable. But over time, I’d started to feel a strange kind of power in it. I knew I had control over them, and that knowledge had started to stir something primal in me.

Today, though, was different. I’d been walking past the storage room when I’d heard a low groan, followed by the unmistakable sound of skin on skin. My curiosity got the better of me, and I’d peeked through the cracked door. And there he was—one of the construction foremen, sitting on a stack of cardboard boxes, his hard hat tossed aside, his jeans pooled around his ankles. In one hand, he held his phone, the screen glowing faintly in the darkness. And on the screen… it was me. 

_It was me._

My breath hitched as I watched him, his hand moving rhythmically over his cock, his eyes glued to the photo on the screen. I recognized it instantly—it was one I’d posted on my social media a few weeks ago, a candid shot of me at a site meeting, laughing at something one of the engineers had said. I’d thought nothing of it at the time, but now, seeing it like this—seeing the way he was using it—I felt a heat flare low in my belly. 

I should have been angry. I should have stormed in there, demanded he delete it, reported him to HR. But instead, I stayed rooted to the spot, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him. His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps now, his hand moving faster, his cock slick with precum. And then, with a low, guttural moan, he came, thick ropes of cum spurting onto his stomach and the tip of his dick. 

I felt a shiver run through me, my own body responding in a way I hadn’t expected. My nipples hardened beneath my shirt, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. I wanted to touch myself, to let my own fingers explore the ache that was building inside me. But instead, I pushed the door open, stepping into the room. 

He froze, his eyes wide with panic as he saw me. “Shit,” he muttered, scrambling to cover himself. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

I held up a hand, silencing him. “Don’t,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Don’t apologize.”

He stared at me, clearly unsure of how to react. I took a step closer, my eyes never leaving his. “You were watching me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “You were *touching* yourself to me.”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I… yeah,” he admitted, his voice rough with shame. “I couldn’t help it. You’re just… God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I felt a thrill run through me at his words, at the raw desire in his voice. I stepped closer still, until I was standing right in front of him, my knees almost brushing against his. I could see the mess he’d made, the cum still glistening on the tip of his cock. Without thinking, I reached out, my fingers brushing against him. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening in shock. 

“You made a mess,” I murmured, my voice soft and teasing. “Let me clean it up for you.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him, my hands resting on his thighs. He tensed beneath my touch, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I leaned in closer. I could smell the musk of his skin, the faint tang of his cum. My heart was pounding in my chest, my own arousal making my head swim as I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock.

He groaned, his head falling back against the wall as I took him deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around him, savoring the salty taste of him, the way he twitched and throbbed against my tongue. I reached up, my fingers wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to move, taking him deeper with each stroke. 

“Fuck,” he gasped, his hands tangling in my hair. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

I hummed in response, the vibration making him moan even louder. I could feel him getting harder in my mouth, his cock swelling as I worked him. I could taste the remnants of his cum, the tang of it mixing with the salt of his skin. I loved the way he tasted, the way he felt against my tongue. I wanted more, needed more. 

I pulled back slightly, my lips still wrapped around him as I looked up at him through my lashes. His face was flushed, his eyes dark with desire as he stared down at me. “You like that?” I asked, my voice muffled by his cock. 

He nodded frantically, his hands tightening in my hair. “God, yes,” he managed to choke out. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

I smiled around him, my tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his cock. “Good,” I murmured, my voice low and sultry. “Because I’m not done yet.”

I slid my mouth down his length, taking him as deep as I could, until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat. He groaned, his hips bucking as he thrust deeper into my mouth. I let him, my hands gripping his thighs as I let him fuck my face, the sound of his moans and the wet noises of my mouth on his cock filling the small room. 

I could feel him getting close, his cock throbbing in my mouth as his body tensed. I reached up, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock as I began to pump it in time with the movements of my mouth. He cried out, his hips jerking as he came, his cum spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it down, savoring the taste of him as I continued to suck and stroke him, milking every last drop from him. 

When he finally went limp in my mouth, I pulled back, licking my lips as I looked up at him. His chest was heaving, his eyes glazed with pleasure as he stared down at me. “Holy shit,” he managed to gasp, his voice hoarse. “That was… fuck.”

I smiled, a slow, sultry smile as I reached up to wipe the corner of my mouth. “You’re welcome,” I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction. 

He stared at me for a moment, clearly unsure of what to say. And then, before he could reply, I stood up, brushing off my knees as I turned to leave the room. “See you on site, Foreman,” I said over my shoulder, my voice teasing. “Don’t forget to clean up.”

As I walked away, I could feel the heat still burning in my veins, my own arousal threatening to overwhelm me. I knew I’d just crossed a line, that I’d done something I could never take back. But as I stepped out into the bright sunlight, a smile playing on my lips, I found that I didn’t care.

I liked the way it felt. I liked the power it gave me. And I knew, deep down, that this wasn’t going to be the last time.

A story about being the only girl in an engineering firm whereas all the guys including the construction workers fantasizes about their foreman girl who looks like ana de armas. Eventually, they started flirting with her including her co-engineers until she catches one of the construction foreman masturbating on her photos but instead of getting pissed, she felt aroused after seeing the foreman alone and cumming and decided to give him a quick blowjob to clean the cum. Emphasis on the masturbation part and her watching and cleaning the cum on the tip of the dick.

Engineering Girl Embraces Foreman's Fantasy

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