I used to be a pizza cook. I started out working at the place as a delivery driver, spending most of my down time at work in the kitchen. I've always loved to cook at home, and over time I learn to do the prep work and make the pizzas. The place prided itself on making most of it's dough and sauces from scratch, hand throwing the pizzas. Bottom to top, I learned the entire process within a couple of months, to the point that one Friday night, when a cook called out, they asked me to jump on the line.
I got along great with my bosses and combined with the fact that I didn't mind late hours, it wasn't long before I closed the kitchen at night.
Now, since the first night as a closing cook, I would hang out with the late group after we finished, everyone going to the bar for a drink, sit around talk, occasionally grab something eat together at the 24 hour burger place across the street. Immediately, two of the women that worked with me at the pizza place caught my eye.
The first was Haley, around my age, early twenties, busty and medium height with long, black hair, a similar sense of humor and filter-free, talk about anything and everything shame free speech I had. Haley was one of the bartender's/waitresses, and a damn good one from what I saw. For a couple of weeks she would make passing comments and jokes with me, but when I responded would walk away. After a couple of days I figured out she was blushing when she turned away and trying to hide it.
The second was Kate. She was a little older, late twenties, short and busty build, in great physical shape with shoulder length hair and bright green eyes and pale skin.. I learned she was originally a country girl and used to work on a farm as well as riding horses and swimming. Call it my roots, always had a thing for a capable woman. Kate was the subtle, flirty type. The smile and eyes with reserved jokes that hinted at flirtation and innuendo, said openly and missed by most of the people around us. An occasional touch on the arm, back or chest during conversation. Kate was also one of the managers that worked the bar, as well as Haley’s best friend.
Over time I grew close to both Kate and Haley, eventually drawing Hayley out into admitting she was embarrassed and flustered at being attracted to me. We would hang out 2 at a time or as a group, often with others from work just having a good time. The three of us could talk openly about anything, often having serious and flirty conversations long after the others were ready to call it a night or pursue their own entertainment. I also learned that they were both looking at divorce.
Often times I would get a message from one, sometimes both of them after a bad night, just wanting company and someone to talk to. Sometimes it would be just me and one of them talking through the night or passing the time, often it turned into all three of us, a kind of support group for the two of them. I recently had broken off an engagement that went sour shortly after the proposal. The open conversations were refreshingly welcome.
One night, after work, the three of us were sitting around a table with our beers, several drinks in. Our conversation had been random, as usual, and recently turned flirty. They began sharing sexual experiences and things they were curious about. As soon as I joined in with my own twisted conversations, they both listened raptly, their already red cheeks blushing as I described them both, with a wink, to a T as two of my ideal lovers.
They whispered to each other for a second. Haley being the most spontaneous of the two, got up, straddled my lap and kissed me. As soon as she was in my lap, arms around me, my hands instinctively grabbed her by the back of the neck and hip, pulling her against me. As I grew aroused under her, a soft moan escaped her full lips and she broke the kiss off, holding my eyes with her own, lips parted still.
Kate, being the more dominant and aggressive of the two pulled Haley away with a light touch, taking her place and turn. Taking her by surprise, as her lips connected, I picked her up, gaining a small gasp I quickly silenced with another kiss. When I set her down, I let her gain her breath before asking what brought that on. They said they had bet one another I was all talk, and acknowledged there might be more to what I said, both of them tracing my erection through my jeans, looking back from each other and me.
Setting some rules, we agreed as fun as that was, it would be inappropriate for us to pursue the matter while they were still married. Several months went by while their divorces were finalized, and we managed to stay overly-flirty, with an occasional kiss friends. Despite knowing the risk, we would also send each other dirty pictures and text, just to tease, reaffirming to ourselves that we did indeed find each other attractive. There were nights the tension could be cut with a knife, yet our co-workers thought it little more than our usual joking around.
One night me and Haley were hanging out. Her divorced had been finalized for a little while now, and we were both off work. Kate was the closing manager that night, so it was just the two of us. We were at the park, enjoying the warm, clear night and a bottle of vodka between the two of us, being within walking distance of my house. With a sudden inspiration, I kissed her. With little hesitation, I pulled her jeans and T-shirt off, as well as bra and panties, my clothes coming off in the process due to eager hands from us both, admiring the tattoos on her arms and legs as well as on her chest and back, and her skin even more.
Caressing, kissing, licking, and biting, I started at her shoulders, covering every inch working my way down as she grew more flustered. Returning to the breast, squeezing, sucking one DD into my mouth at a time, swirling my tongue around the nipple, sucking, catching and tugging with my teeth as my tongue flicked it back and forth, I massaged the other, switching. The harder I sucked and bit, the more she moaned and squirmed under me.
Working one with my mouth, my hand found her pussy soaked. With long, teasing strokes and slow circling grinds, I played as she scratched my back, begging me to not to be so mean. Moving down, I stroked her with my tongue. Pushing it in her as she grasped my hair, legs on my shoulders, I devoured her. When I worked two fingers in and a hand moved up to her breast, tongue and mouth controling her clit, she quickly lost control. She tasted divine. As her legs locked around me, tremors shaking her body, I had to grab her hip with the hand that was on her breast to hold her pressed against my mouth. One hand clenched in my hair, I caught every drop as she squirted, her other hand covering her mouth as she screamed into it.
Without giving her time to recover, I moved up, between her legs, kissing her and holding her tight as I pressed against her, working into her dripping wetness, letting her juices cover me until I slid in one smooth stroke, feeling her stretch around me, and eliciting another moan, cut off as she bit into my shoulder. Moving through multiple orgasms in the field, different positions from me holding her legs up and pounding her into the ground to cowgirl, to me holding her in my arms standing, we fucked until we both lay side by side, deeply satisfied. Getting dressed, we took the remained of our vodka as walked back to my house.
As we made a late night snack, Haley received a message from Kate telling her Kate was off work and looking for something to do. With a questioning grin at me, Haley invited her over.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/358x3a/kate_and_haley_fm
so that was haley…now where’s the story with kate?!