'Men on the floor!'
The housemother's voice echoed down the hall of the dorm.
Mrs. Milliron had posted notices yesterday about workmen being in the women's dorm today. The housemother had come around last night to make sure the girls would not be caught unawares and walk out in the hall wearing only bra and panties or less.
'Men on the floor!' The housemother shouted again, even though all the girls were assumed to be in chapel, taking the required midmorning spiritual break.
Maggie and Mary Alice looked at each other and smiled. The redhead checked her watch, waited a moment, then nodded to the brunette.
'Two minutes,' she announced. 'The old gal should be back downstairs by now. Give them their thrill of the day.'
Mary Alice giggled as she slipped her robe off her shoulders. She checked her naked body in the mirror, then winked at Maggie. She opened the door quickly and went running out into the hall. Maggie smiled as she listened to the well-rehearsed theatricals that followed.
'Oh,' Mary Alice gasped. 'Ohhhhhh, God! Men on the floor! Ohhhhhh!'
Mary Alice came running back into the room and rushed to the bed where she collapsed laughing.
'That was faster than we practiced it,' Maggie commented. 'Are you sure they got a good look at you?'
'Everything I had to show,' Mary Alice laughed. 'They were looking this way as I went out. Shit, I almost ran into one of them. There are two, by the way, and not bad looking. Maybe they'd appreciate a little more than just having a good look.'
'They look that promising?' Maggie asked. 'You aren't just trying to get my hopes up?'
'No shit,' Mary Alice swore. 'Really, honey, they aren't bad to look at. Neither of them can match Mule, of course, not for sheer size. Still they're young enough to be interesting.'
'Added attraction,' Maggie commented dryly. 'It always helps. All right, I'm game. Hell, after Loren postponed another weekend, I sure am game. You go out and pick out one of them. Tell them I'll come out and keep watch while you get in a fuck. That'll give me a chance to meet the other one.'
They slipped into bras and panties, then pulled skirts and sweaters over their excited bodies.
Maggie sat at her desk, pretending to be studying while Mary Alice stepped out into the hall again. She left the door slightly open, enabling the redhead to listen to the conversation.
'Hope I didn't frighten you,' Mary Alice greeted the workmen. 'I forgot that you were going to be working here today.'
'Didn't frighten us,' a deep male voice answered. 'I was just afraid you might not get over the shock of almost walking into me like you were dressed.'
'I almost kept going,' the brunette laughed. 'My mind was somewhere else. If I hadn't looked up at the last moment, I'd have walked right up your body.'
'Damn!' the deep voice exclaimed. 'Some days nothing goes right.'
'Shall I go back and try it again?' Mary Alice laughed. 'Maybe next time I'll do better.'
'You're a teasing little broad. I bet you college girls get a kick out of leading us on this way, don't you?'
'I'm not leading anybody on,' Mary Alice explained. 'You want me to try it again, I will. Even better, I'll let you come into my room and we'll practice it in there.'
'You'd get a hell of a lot more than my arms around you,' the deep voice grunted. 'A hell of a lot more. Maybe these college boys can play with pussy that way, but I take it serious.'
'Promises! Promises!' Mary Alice teased. 'You men are all alike. You threaten like crazy. You brag about what you'd do to us. Then, when you get the chance, you run like hell.'
'You want to try me? You want to take me in that room and see if I'd back off?'
'Hey, Joe!' another voice protested. 'You trying to get us fired? You go in there and that old crab from downstairs would show up for sure.'
'Can't you play watchman?' Mary Alice asked. 'I'll even send my roommate out to keep you company. Maybe you can talk her into a fuck, too.'
'What does she look like? She look half as good as you?'
'A hell of a lot better,' Mary Alice promised. 'Tell you what, I'll give you your choice. You keep watch while your friend and I go in there and fuck. After I finish him, you can either fuck me or you can fuck my roommate. Fair enough?'
'Hell yes!' he gasped. 'Get with it, Joe. Get her in there and feed her some cock. Sooner you finish, sooner I get some.'
Maggie looked up as Mary Alice stepped back into the room, followed by the tall man named Joe.
Joe looked over at Maggie and was about to turn his attention to her instead of Mary Alice. His eyes lighted in eager appreciation at the way Maggie's tits shoved out the white sweater.
Mary Alice managed to recapture his attention by slipping her sweater over her head and her skirt down her legs. She stood beside the bed in her bra and panties, waiting for the workman to take her up on the offer.
'Yours is outside,' Mary Alice told Maggie. 'Keep him company while we play for a while. Then we'll do likewise for you.'
Maggie smiled as she walked out the door. She heard the gasps of delight from Mary Alice as Joe shoved her roughly back onto the bed. She closed the door on them.
The other workman gaped at Maggie as she walked toward him. He'd never expected anything like this! He'd never even seen anything like this outside the movies. Damn! What a body! What a pair of knockers! What legs! He almost fell off the ladder as he gaped at the lovely woman smiling up at him.
Maggie smiled. 'Looks like we have a short wait on our hands,' she laughed. 'That's all right. Fucking is always better if you aren't complete strangers.'
The guy's eyes roved over Maggie's body greedily.
Maggie felt his caressing gaze as if it were his hands gliding over her tits and hips and thighs. She leaned against the ladder, her tits threatening to burst out of the sweater. She was panting already. This was going to be fun.
She smiled once more to the silent, gaping man on the ladder. In a strange way, he reminded her of Hal Painter. He had the same clearly defined facial features, the same deep-green eyes. But Harold Painter could never remain silent this long.
Maggie smiled as she remembered Hal's usual response to her pressing tits and inviting smile. He talked! He talked and talked and talked! She would rub herself all over him. Hal would talk!
Yesterday she had even gotten her legs against him. She slipped a leg along his, hoping that she could get a sexual response from him. He went into some deep, complicated literary theory.
One of these days, she'd stop him from talking. She'd get his sensuous mouth on her tits or between her legs and she'd get a hell of a lot more than talk from him. Maggie was determined to fuck Dr. Harold Painter.
She was also going to fuck this blue-collar, silent edition of Hal. He still hadn't spoken. He just stood frozen on the ladder, his mouth spread in that silly grin, his eyes glued to her tits.
No, she was wrong. He was moving. In the crotch he was moving. Maggie could take his pulse by watching the throbs of his swelling prick. She put her hand on his.
'You might come down here with me and talk,' she said softly. 'I promise not to bite you.'
He grinned even sillier. He nodded his head rapidly and came down the ladder. He faced her. She grabbed his hands and looked up into his eyes.
'That's better,' she said. She looked at the leaping movement in his groin and smiled. 'I like a man who responds like that.'
'I just can't believe it,' he finally gasped in a strained voice. 'I really expected the brunette to send out some dog for me. That's my usual luck. While I stand around, Joe makes off with the prize broad while I get stuck with some hag. So how come I get you this morning. Your friend is a pretty girl, don't get me wrong, but I never knew a girl as pretty as you.'
'Thank you, sir,' Maggie replied with a mock bow.
Shit! He was getting to be too much like Hal Painter. Talk! Talk! She pulled his hands against her tits and slipped one leg between his. The heat of his excited cock came through his pants to excite her as she drew her thigh upward and pressed it against the throbbing mass of prick.
