JC Dorset : Goldie Locke

This is Chapter Five of my novel "Goldie Locke". Part one can be viewed HERE.

Not Safe For Work - Rated 'R'

Chapter 5

Goldie's breath caught in her throat as Pappa's rough hands guided her delicate fingers over the control levers of the complex brass machine. She could feel the heat radiating from his muscular frame as he pressed against her back, his gruff voice rumbling in her ear.

"The key is to modulate the pressure on the intake valve," Pappa explained, his calloused fingers brushing against hers. "Too much and the whole system overloads."

Goldie nodded, her mind racing as she tried to absorb every detail. The roaring foundry fires nearby only added to the intensity of the moment, beads of sweat forming on Pappa's brow.

Pappa reached up and wiped the sweat away, accidentally smearing a streak of grease across Goldie's flushed cheek. Goldie felt her heart skip a beat as his calloused thumb lingered, tenderly caressing her soft skin.

Their eyes met, and Goldie felt a spark of electricity pass between them. She could see the intensity burning in Pappa's gaze, a hunger that she had never seen before. Suddenly, the air felt thick with tension, and Goldie found it hard to breathe.

Pappa cleared his throat, breaking the moment. "You've got a good handle on it," he said gruffly, stepping back. "Keep practicing, and you'll be running this thing in no time."

Goldie nodded, her mind still reeling from the intimate encounter. She watched as Pappa turned and strode back towards the roaring furnaces, his broad shoulders and muscular frame a stark contrast to the delicate machinery surrounding them.

Goldie took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She knew that she needed to focus on the task at hand, but Pappa's touch had left her feeling flustered and off-balance.

As she continued to practice, her mind kept wandering back to the moment they had shared. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more between them, something that went beyond the simple mentor-student relationship.

Pappa's gruff demeanor and no-nonsense attitude had always intrigued Goldie, and she had found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't quite explain. But now, with the memory of his touch and the intensity of his gaze still fresh in her mind, Goldie couldn't help but wonder if there was something more there.

She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts aside. She knew that she needed to stay focused on the task at hand, and that getting distracted by her own feelings could be dangerous. But the more she tried to ignore it, the more it seemed to consume her thoughts.

As the day wore on, Goldie found herself growing increasingly flustered and distracted. She couldn't seem to concentrate on the task at hand, and she could feel Pappa's eyes on her, watching her every move.

Finally, as the sun began to set, Pappa called an end to the day's work. Goldie felt a sense of relief, but also a twinge of disappointment. She knew that she needed to talk to Pappa, to try and understand what was happening between them.

As she approached him, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Pappa turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

"Pappa, I..." Goldie began, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pappa held up a hand, silencing her. "I know," he said simply, his gaze softening.

Goldie felt a surge of hope, but also a twinge of fear. She knew that what they were feeling was forbidden, that it could have dire consequences. But in that moment, she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted to be with him, no matter what the cost.

As they stood there, the world around them seemed to fade away. Goldie could feel the electricity crackling in the air, the tension between them almost palpable.

Slowly, Pappa reached out and cupped Goldie's face in his calloused hands, his eyes burning with a intensity that she had never seen before. Goldie felt her breath catch in her throat as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative, exploratory kiss.

The moment seemed to stretch on forever, and Goldie felt a surge of emotion that she had never experienced before. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, that it could have devastating consequences. But in that moment, none of that mattered.

All that mattered was the connection they shared, the bond that had been forged between them through their shared passions and experiences. And as they pulled apart, both breathless and flushed, Goldie knew that there was no turning back.

Goldie felt a shiver run down her spine as Pappa's steely blue eyes roamed over her curves. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming, igniting a fire within her that she had never experienced before.

Their eyes locked, emerald green clashing with that piercing blue. The air crackled with an intoxicating tension, and Goldie found it difficult to breathe. She could see the hunger burning in Pappa's eyes, a raw, primal desire that sent a jolt of electricity through her.

Pappa took a step closer, his calloused hands reaching out to gently caress Goldie's face. She leaned into his touch, reveling in the warmth and the roughness of his skin against her own. His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, and Goldie felt a spark of something deep within her ignite.

Slowly, Pappa leaned in, his breath ghosting across Goldie's lips. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and she yearned to close the distance between them. But something held her back, a nagging sense of doubt and uncertainty.

"Pappa..." she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his eyes searching her face. "Goldie," he murmured, his voice low and gruff.

The tension between them was palpable, a tightly coiled spring that threatened to snap at any moment. Goldie could feel her heart racing, the blood pounding in her ears as she waited, suspended in the moment.

Pappa's hand slid down, tracing the curve of her neck and the gentle swell of her breast. Goldie shivered, her breath catching in her throat as she leaned into his touch.

"I shouldn't..." Pappa began, his voice thick with emotion.

Goldie reached up, placing her finger against his lips to silence him. "Don't," she whispered, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity.

Pappa's gaze flickered, and for a moment, Goldie saw a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. But then, it was gone, replaced by a raw, primal hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation through her.

Slowly, deliberately, Pappa closed the distance between them, his lips crashing against Goldie's in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. Goldie responded immediately, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer.

The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the kiss, their bodies pressed together in a desperate, primal embrace. Goldie could feel the heat radiating from Pappa's skin, the strength of his muscles as he held her close.

Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other, their hands roaming and caressing, their kisses growing more intense and passionate with each passing moment. Goldie felt like she was drowning in a sea of sensation, her every nerve ending alight with a burning desire.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless and flushed, Goldie could see the conflict warring in Pappa's eyes. She knew that what they were doing was forbidden, that the consequences could be devastating. But in that moment, none of that mattered.

All that mattered was the connection they shared, the bond that had been forged between them through their shared passions and experiences. And as Pappa's hungry gaze raked over her body once more, Goldie knew that there was no turning back.

Goldie's heart raced as Pappa seized her by the waist, pulling her body flush against his own. The machines whirred and hissed around them, creating a pulsing, primal rhythm that seemed to match the frantic beating of her heart.

His lips crashed onto hers in a searing, passionate kiss, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both. Goldie responded with equal fervor, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as she pressed herself against him, desperate to feel the heat of his body.

Pappa's calloused hands roamed her curves, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Goldie as he caressed her sensitive skin. She arched into his touch, her body aching for more. The rough texture of his palms against her soft, supple flesh sent shivers of ecstasy down her spine.

Pappa's tongue plundered her mouth, claiming her with a fiery intensity that left Goldie breathless. She melted into his embrace, her body molding to his as they lost themselves in the heady, intoxicating embrace.

Goldie's fingers tangled in Pappa's thick, greying hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. She could feel the rumble of his chest, the pounding of his heart, and it only fueled her own desire.

Pappa's hands slid down, gripping her hips as he ground his arousal against her, eliciting a guttural moan from Goldie. The friction was delicious, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her body.

Goldie's breath came in ragged gasps as Pappa's mouth trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. She tilted her head back, offering herself to him, her body trembling with wanton need.

Pappa's calloused hands slid beneath her skirts, caressing the soft, supple skin of her thighs. Goldie whimpered, her legs parting instinctively, desperate for his touch. She could feel the heat radiating from his fingertips, scorching her flesh with every caress.

Slowly, deliberately, Pappa's hand slid higher, his thumb brushing against the delicate lace of her undergarments. Goldie's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding in her ears as she waited, suspended in anticipation.

Pappa's fingers dipped beneath the fabric, eliciting a sharp gasp from Goldie as he stroked her most intimate flesh. She was slick and swollen with desire, her body aching for him to fill her.

Goldie's hips rocked against his hand, her body seeking more. Pappa's thumb circled her sensitive nub, drawing a guttural moan from her lips as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the throes of passion. Goldie's mind was a haze of sensation, her every nerve ending alight with the electric touch of Pappa's calloused hands.

She could feel the tension building within her, a coiled spring of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment. Pappa's ministrations were relentless, his touch both gentle and demanding as he drove her higher and higher.

Goldie's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the force of her impending release. She clung to Pappa, her fingers digging into the muscles of his back as she fought to hold on, to prolong the exquisite torture.

But Pappa was merciless, his skilled fingers working her into a frenzy. Goldie's world narrowed to the sensation of his touch, the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze. She was drowning in a sea of sensation, her mind and body consumed by the all-encompassing need for release.

With a final, desperate cry, Goldie's body convulsed, her orgasm washing over her in a series of powerful, trembling waves. Pappa held her close, his lips capturing her own in a searing kiss as he swallowed her cries of ecstasy.

Goldie's heart raced as Pappa's deft fingers deftly unlaced the front of her corset dress. The garment soon pooled at her feet, leaving her clad in just a thin chemise. She gasped into the kiss as Pappa's mouth trailed scorching open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

The heat of his body pressed against hers, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her. She could feel the rough texture of his workman's hands against her soft, supple flesh, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.

Pappa lifted Goldie effortlessly onto the sturdy workbench, the cold metal pressing against her bare skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened.

His hands roamed her curves, caressing the soft, supple flesh of her thighs. Goldie whimpered, her body aching for more. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her, and it only fueled her own desire.

Pappa's mouth trailed down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. Goldie tilted her head back, offering herself to him, her body trembling with wanton need.

His calloused hands slid beneath her chemise, caressing the soft, supple skin of her breasts. Goldie gasped, her nipples hardening at his touch. She could feel the heat radiating from his fingertips, scorching her flesh with every caress.

Pappa's thumbs brushed against her sensitive nubs, eliciting a sharp gasp from Goldie. She arched into his touch, her body seeking more.

Pappa's mouth trailed lower, his lips tracing a path down her chest. Goldie's breath caught in her throat as she felt his hot breath against her sensitive flesh.

His tongue flicked out, teasing her hardened nipple through the thin fabric of her chemise. Goldie moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

Pappa's hands slid down, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. Goldie could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her, and it only fueled her own desire.

She reached down, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his trousers. Pappa's breath hitched as she freed his cock, the thick, hard length springing forth.

Goldie wrapped her hand around his shaft, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth. She stroked him slowly, her movements deliberate and teasing.

Pappa groaned, his hips bucking against her hand. He reached down, his fingers sliding beneath her chemise to caress her most intimate flesh.

Goldie gasped, her body trembling with pleasure as he stroked her slick, swollen folds. She could feel the tension building within her, a coiled spring of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment.

Pappa's fingers slid deeper, his thumb circling her sensitive nub. Goldie's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the force of her impending release.

Goldie's body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she fought to catch her breath. Pappa's hands roamed her curves, his touch gentle and tender as he held her close.

But Goldie could feel the tension building within him, the raw, primal need that threatened to consume them both. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his shaft as she guided him to her entrance.

Pappa's eyes locked onto hers, the intensity of his gaze sending a thrill of anticipation through her. He slid into her slowly, his thick length filling her completely.

Goldie gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. She could feel every inch of him, the rough texture of his skin against her own, the heat of his body, the intensity of his gaze.

Pappa's hips rocked against hers, his movements slow and deliberate. Goldie's body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his own.

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Pappa's lips trailed down Goldie's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. She tilted her head back, offering herself to him, her body trembling with wanton need.

His hands roamed her curves, caressing the soft, supple skin of her thighs. Goldie whimpered, her body aching for more. She could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her, and it only fueled her own desire.