The Accident Investigation

The incident was terrifying: A high-pressure hydraulic hose had gotten loose, whacked the Geo Tech Engineer, knocking her to the ground. Pressurized lines were one of the most pervasive hazards in the drilling industry, and in mining in general. Miss A-Yeong Kim was lucky to have been struck merely by the wire-wrapped hose, and not the heavy couplers at the end of the hose. She was lucky that it happened here in Alaska, where she was wearing layers and layers pf cold weather gear, instead of in our native LA, where she would have suffered the impact directly on her skin.

A blow from the fittings could have crushed her fragile little body.

I knocked on the door to her room-one of the few actual buildings at this mining camp. Like most of the workers, I was housed in a wall tent, but since she was one of the few women at site, she had been awarded one of the coveted modules with an en suite bathroom. A real heater. Luxury.

"Mr Hawthorne. Why are you here?" She demanded as she opened the door...." Are you here to chew me out for being careless or something..."

"Uh, Miss Kim. May I come in?"

She nodded and I stepped inside closing the door on the frigid night outside.

"No, that's not it at all. The drillers said you just happened to be trying to collect your sample when the threads snapped, and the hose just went all Anaconda, whipping around. Hitting you. You are totally in the clear."

Holding up the little plastic sample cup, I continued: "I DO need to collect a urine sample, of course, I we always drug test after any accident..."

"Anyway, tried to call you, to explain about this and about the injury pics, but couldn't reach you."

"I don't even know where my phone is. I think it flew into the snow when I got hit."

"I'll call the drillers to check around the area. They'll find it. They really seem to like you. It's weird, they usually hate engineers..."

"Well, I continued, Corporate needs you to document the injury, and the pics you take will get folded into the incident report. Have you looked yet? Seen how bad it is?" She was still completely dressed: Coat, boots, coveralls, everything.

She shook her head and said: "My hands. My hands are shaking too much. I couldn't grab the zipper... or pull off my boots."

"Do you want me to call a friend and they can help you get undressed, and take the pics for the report?"

"I don't have friends here, besides the drill crew. I don't know anyone else in this camp, really. So it'll have to be you"

"Wait, I can get a woman... the cook!... to take the pics."

"It's dinner time. She'll be slammed. Let's just do it. Get it over with" she said resignedly. We're both grown-ups. I'm not gonna freak out you seeing me basically naked. Believe it or not, I've been nude around fully clothed men before," she said with a smirk.

I felt my face heat with embarrassment.

"But I DO need your help getting undressed..."

Reaching a decision, I stepped past her and turned the heat up in the room, then knelt before her and pulled off one boot and then the other. Standing, I reached for the zip for her parka, and then found the one for her insulated coveralls. I dragged the zipper all the way down to her groin.

Snaked it off her shoulders, helped her balance as I pulled each side off her legs.

It was quiet: just the chug of the heater, the rustle of clothes being shed, the sound of our breathing. Hers was fast and shallow. My blood was pounding in my ears as I started to unfasten her pants, then unbutton her shirt.

I realized that I was fully erect.

She didn't resist as I slipped the shirt off of her shoulders, leaving her arms caught in the sleeves. I turned her so that I could see the angry welt and bruising spreading from her hip up across her back. I reached around from behind and unzipped her pants, sliding them to the floor, helping her step out of them.

Now I could see virtually the entire injury, all save for a slim strip covered by the side of her underwear. She hadn't made even a peep of protest so far, and meeting her eyes in the mirror above the desk, she nodded at me, implicitly telling me to continue.

I slid my thumbs down her tummy, and hooked them in the waistband of her panties. Slipped them all the way down. I straightened up and unclasped her bra, pulled it, and her shirt completely off, dropping them on the floor. I traced the line of the impact from low on her left hip to where it snaked behind and terminated on her spine, up at her bra line. I watched goosebumps spread across her skin from my touch. An involuntary shiver wracking her thin frame.

She swayed in place and I reached out to catch her.

"Um. The pics. I need to take the pictures for the report."

"Right, right," she said. "How do you want me?"

She leaned over the dresser slightly, supporting herself with her hands on the surface, her butt thrust back.

Looking back over her shoulder at me, her hair falling in a dark curtain over half of her face, she asked "Like this?"

I tried to ignore the suggestiveness of her pose, the insolent, flirtatious tone of voice.

I started snapping pictures.

I moved alongside her to capture the bruise on her hip, then steeped back and set my phone down.

"That'll do it.Thanks for cooperating."

"Wait. You're all done? That's it?"

She had turned to face me. Spreading her legs wide, elbows on the dresser.

I couldn't NOT notice that her left nipple was pierced, and that both nipples on her small breasts appeared to be engorged. I couldn't avoid noticing the sparse patch of black pubic hair between her legs, or how she seemed to have thrust her hips forward.

"You're aroused "she said, her voice full of wonder.

"I know I'm sorry I'll leave just as soon as..."

"No, it's OK. I'm flattered. Really."

"I'm astonished, " I say. "I've always been attracted to big girls, you know my wife is two or three of you and I can't get enough of her when I'm home I'm chasing around the kitchen all the time but you know she's tall and she's thick...I've never LOOKED at anyone like you"

"Cause I'm so ugly?" she says sardonically. So Asian?"

"No. Just petite."

"Well just take one more, like this, pretty please, but kneel so you're shooting up. My fiancé will love it."

Especially when I describe you..."

Now it was my turn to have shaking hands as I-sleep walking, dazed-carried out her request.

"How will you describe me to your fiancé?"

"Mmm, as this sexy older black man, barrel chested and...potent."

Hastily, I scrambled to my feet, completely discombobulated. Surely this kid wasn't hitting on me.

"I need to pee."

"OK," I said, "go ahead and fill this cup, then I'll get out of your hair."

"Are you OK to walk?"

"No. I need you to help. I want to shower too. And anyway, you need to be there when I pee. You have to watch me. Make sure that I'm not doing a switcheroo with the drug sample."

I blushed again.

"I'm sure that's not necessary. This is just a formality. A box to be checked."

But I found myself supporting her as we made our way to the bathroom.

She sat down on the toilet and handed the sample cup back to me.

"You hold it. I have to pull my lips wide to make sure the pee goes where it's supposed to."

She said this as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

And I knelt before her for the second time in 10 minutes, doing the outlandish, at her bidding. I realized then, that in my 40 years of marriage, I had never actually seen pee exit a woman's body, seen the way the intricate folds were arranged, the tiny opening...

"Ok, help me up and get me into the shower. Take your shirt off, at least, too because you'll need to keep a hand on me. Oh, and you'll need to wash my hair and back. It hurts to raise my arms.

I peeled off my shirt, then adjusted the temp to her satisfaction, and helped her step in.

"Wash me. Wash my back...I feel dizzy when I move my head. Woozy. I think I would fall over if I tried to do my legs and stuff."

I began wetting, then lathering up her hair. I hadn't done this since my daughters were young, and it was a ritual that I had always liked. Next, I soaped her up, washing her back. With a hand on the shower wall she turned to me, so I proceeded to wash her front as well. I liked how erect her nipples were, somehow more amazing on such small breasts.

Indicating the piercing, I asked "Is that sensitive?"

Moaning low in her throat, she responded, "yesss, but in a good way. What you're doing feels amazing."

What I was doing, I realized, went way beyond anything that could be considered normal ablutions. I was thumbing the perfect little erasers with warm soapy water. Back and forth, hypnotically. Drawing a continuous moan for her.

She reached up and gently moved my left hand from her right breast and directed my fingers to her sex.

"There." She breathed. "Like that."

Watching for her reaction, I experimented with different combinations, then wound up inserting a finger while stimulating her clit with my thumb.

That worked.

She spasmed and nearly collapsed before I caught her.

Rinsed her off.

Turned off the water, patted her dry, and carefully lifted her, naked into my arms. She couldn't have weighed 100 pounds. Basically a bag of concrete.

"I'm pretty hungry," She said into my chest, "What Day is it, Wednesday? So steak night? "

"Yeah," I said, "It's Wednesday."

"Can you go get us a couple plates with salad -Ranch for me and dessert- anything with chocolate."

"OK, but, are you saying you want me to stay and eat with you?"

"Well, yeah. That's what I'm saying. Is that so weird?"

"No, not weird just surprising. I mean before this ...I kind of thought you hated me."

She laughed. "Well, I don't know about hated, but feared, yeah. "You seemed scary. You always seemed so mad all the time...I assumed you were mad at me...Like I was logging the core too slow, holding us up...like it was all my fault."

"Oh, man, no, we were so far behind... I was under a lot of pressure to make sure that we drill out everything we're supposed to drill out this season., you know? And no, you were NOT the problem. Your crew has kicked ass since you got here. But now we're in pretty good shape. Sorry if I seemed scary..."

I left her to put some clothes on and walked over to the mess. I was able to cajole the crew to serving us early-it wasn't properly dinner time yet, but of course everyone already knew about the accident, and no one objected as I made up the plates to go.

Later, after I had cut her steak into tiny pieces and fed her like a baby, she said, "Whoah. I need to lie down."

I said, "OK. I'll take the I'll take the plates back. Call if you need anything."

"No."

"No?"

"No, stay with me. Lay down.

She patted the bed alongside her.

"Talk to me I hurt and I don't want you to be alone. Distract me."

So I lay beside her, on my side, and looked at her expectantly.

"You're not like I expected you to be, Mr. Hawthorne."

"How about, since we're sort of in bed together, you can call me Al?"

"OK, AL," she said experimentally.

"Is it Alfred or Albert or Alfonso?"

I chuckled. "It IS Alfonso actually."

"I've never known an Alfonso," she said dreamily.

She was on her uninjured side and I was on mine with maybe a foot between us.

Hesitantly, her eyes locked on mine, she leaned forward closing the gap as much as she could.

"Kiss me. Will you kiss me?"

I closed the gap and lightly brushed a kiss on her lips.

"More," she murmured.

And then we were kissing in earnest. Mouths open, tongues exploring,...lips pressed together.

Panting.

After a while, she said in a low voice: "You're really overdressed. I mean I'm appropriately dressed," indicating her tiny tank top and wisp of a thong-"You're ridiculous."

She slid her small cool hand down my flank, under my shirt and then under the waistband of my pants.

"I can't deal with these. You need to...I can't do your buckle one handed.

"This is a horrible idea," I said.

"I know," she said. "Now lose the pants."

"OK That's better. I can't move, so you're gonna have to do everything... but I need your mouth...here" she said and lifted her shirt to expose her breasts.

I didn't need much encouragement. I'd been wanting to draw those perfect little erasers into my mouth from the moment I had taken her shirt off hours ago.

It was gratifying to hear her moan and it was apparent that she liked the attention as much as I did.

Once again, she took my hand and slid it down under her underwear, and directed me...

She was very wet and very ready. And her orgasm resulted from just the sensations of my fingers gently parting her labia, and my mouth teasing her little gold barbell piercing.

When she had settled down a little, she said, "One more," and pushed my head down to her waist indicating where she wanted my tongue.

I was happy to oblige, parting the petals of her lips, flicking her clit, gently hooking a finger, then two inside.

This orgasm leveled her.

I held her gently, rubbing her back while she quieted and her heartrate slowed.

I figured she was going to fall asleep then, but drowsily she directed me to get up and climb into bed behind her.

She reached back and gently grasping my-very hard-penis, settled back, pushing against me.

"Your turn, now, Alfonso Hawthorne. Do you have a condom?"

"No of course not. I haven't had sex with anyone but Betty in 40 years!"

"Well, OK, no need to get huffy. We'll just have to take our chances, then, won't we? I mean, Korean and black babies are just about the cutest in the world, anyway, so that would be Ok with me.

I froze.

"I'm messing with you. I'm on the pill. Come on!"

She raised her leg and guided me so that my head was pressed against her opening. Carefully, I pressed, marveling at the sensation, the extreme tightness...until I heard her gasp.

"I can't, fuck, I can't. I'm so sorry, but its, its too wide! I feel like I'm about to split, and it isn't even in me yet.

"OK," I said, trying to contain my disappointment, how about..."

And I commenced sliding the head forward and back, pushing over her clit, then dragging it back through her slick furrow. Pressing just a bit, getting the head wet again, and again until she started spasming, and I had been hard as a rock for hours, so I came, too, no warning, just boiling, spurting into her with the head of my dick just halfway inside her.

She laughed delightedly, "Best date ever. Near death experience, then the best almost intercourse of my life...so good."

Careful of her bruises, I wrapped her in my arms, and we drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I found myself on my back, and was treated to the sight of her bruised back-now in full technicolor-astride me, her perfect heart-shaped ass hovering over my midsection. I heard her spit into her hand, and felt her smear the head, then felt as she pressed it against her clit, experimentally...Next, she dragged the head fore and aft, parting, wetting her lips, much as I had done the night before. When she was finally where she wanted to be she allowed herself to sink down, impaling herself, with an audible wet squelch, and a "eep" of pain and of surprise from her.

I had awakened expecting to be wracked with guilt, but the groan that escaped me was one of pure bliss. A-Yeong was so tight, her channel so hot and wet and perfect...

I placed my hands on her thighs, feeling the muscles beneath her perfect young skin contract as she controlled the action, choosing a slow descent of penetration, followed by a faster retreat. She kept us both simmering for the longest time, then finally decided to end it. She dropped down suddenly, bottoming out, touched herself, and her spasms caused mine.

Later, curled up, sweat slick on my chest, she murmured: "You'd better call me, mister, when we we're back in LA...otherwise I'll come and knock on your door, and introduce myself to your scary wife..."

"Oh, don't even joke about THAT encounter," I said. "But what about your fiancé?"

"Oh, she said airily, "He can watch. He'd be into it. He'll want to film it..."