*Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at documenting a sexual exploit and I happen to be doing it on mobile, so please forgive any formatting errors or typos. This turned out a lot longer than I thought so I’m gonna break it up. This is basically all build up, but I’ve found anticipation is quite exciting and remembering the encounter has definitely a turn on so I’ll be posting the sex part in a little bit.*
This story takes place about a year ago; I’d recently gone through some serious life changes and had decided to move back home from the West coast to the South where I’m originally from.. while it was good for my mental state of being to be back home close to family and friends the whole ‘moving back in with the parents to get on my feet’ situation definitely didn’t endear itself to casual sex.. which basically led to me accepting the fact that masturbation was going to be the name of the game for a while.
I came home and got settled pretty easily.. found a job pretty quickly bartending at a chain restaurant very well known for wings, beer and sports. Having lived in a posh college town in SoCal, I’d made a pretty decent living bartending in clubs and upscale cocktail bars so while this particular restaurant certainly wasn’t very challenging in terms of skill, it did make me far and away the most experienced bartender on staff and so I was pretty quickly thrust into the role of training.
We had a staff of about 8, 5 female and three males all to varying degrees of attractivness. (Hey, I may be straight but I can recognize attractive men when I see them.) This story focuses on the girl I found 2nd most attractive, who we’ll call Brittany. With long, silky brown hair and green eyes she stood about 5’6″ and weighed about 130lbs (although she’d claim 115). She was a former soccer player and sometimes those athletic girls think the weight from extra muscle is a bad thing but that 130 was distributed perfectly.. spread out between a magnificent pair of DD breasts, wonderfully toned thighs and a well rounded ass that when squeezed into a pair of black Dickies just screamed to be groped, squeezed and spanked.
Now we had made eye contact during training and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t noticed those gorgeous legs on display in running shorts whIle we learned drink recipes but nothing really came about until a couple of weeks in. There was some casual banter as we got to know each other and anyone who’s worked in a restaurant can tell you that personal space can turn into a foreign concept on a busy night so I didn’t really think twice when I’d brush a hand across that beautiful bubble butt reaching for a bar tool or her reaching into my pocket to grab a bottle opener. One night however after about 15 times asking her politely to move from in front of the sinks so I could wash my tools she looked back at me, green eyes sparkling as she leaned close and in a hushed tone breathed airily “You know if you need the sink that bad next time just move me out of the way..” before smiling and returning her attention to the guests in front of her. From that moment on things were never the same.
On the next shift my little brain was alert, awake and waiting patiently. The indifference I’d cultivated because of a perceived lack of opportunity actually played well as my focus shifted to seduction. I’d gotten the green light, but as I watched that beautiful ass saunter in for work I realized I had to play this smart. Big brain and little brain opened a connection and my inner poker player came out as I analyzed how best to play my hand. I wanted nothing more than to squeeze those cheeks every time she stood in front of the sinks and my shaker needed washing or when she leaned over the rail to flirt with a customer but I need to play this smart and make every touch count. So I set limits in my head. Only three touches a night.. whether it was a spank with my palm as I walked past her taking an order or grazing the side of a breast and pressing my crotch against her while reaching around for a beer pour.. it drove her wild. Grabbing her hips to move her aside only to graze a finger between her thighs and press down hard on her clit. There were several occasions she’d announce she was going for a bathroom break before locking eyes with me and mouthing “I’m so wet”.
She was a pure exhibitionist. When i’d whisper in her ear at the register how hard it made my cock when she leaned over the bar and stretched her slacks to the limit she’d make sure to make it happen at least within the next five minutes. One night while we were restocking the beer cooler she was squatting down as I handed her various bottles the side straps of a baby blue g-string rode up onto her hips. I didn’t say anything, just handing her bottle after bottle enjoying the view as she reached further into the cooler. As we walked to our cars I non-chalantly mentioned that was some sexy underwear she was wearing and she just grinned. From then on I was treated to a view of basically every color in the rainbow of thongs and g-strings, from red to green to yellow and my personal favorite, peach. I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who caught a glimpse but this only served to drive me crazier.
After the underwear shows started the sexual tension was palpable. There was an electricity between us even the customers picked up on.. we’d get asked if there was something between us or someone would make a joke like “I think she likes you” after witnessing an exchange of ours.. which I frankly loved and relished as a chance to play with her. If a guy made a comment us, I’d often just reply with something along the lines of “No, we’re just a good team. I couldn’t date her, she’s too proper. I like them a bit more wild.”
Now when a girl made a comment it got more interesting. She (surprisingly /s) liked the attention she got flirting with guys, but you’d better believe I got her attention when flirting with girls at the bar.. so when a girl would make a comment about us being an item I took it as an invitation to flirt, would vehemently and, sometimes loudly, deny that Britt and I were a thing. The time that stands out most was when these four girls came in together, already slightly drunk for another restaurant, for some wings and beer. I was doing great with all of them, honestly. They were giggling and laughing loudly, we were talking about all kinds of nonsense and essentially I became the bartender nobody wants to work with; abandoning your barmate to focus on working that tip.
At one point she came up and kind of hip checked me mid-conversation and blurted out “You wanna help me with these tickets or should I just clock you out now?” before retreating to the service well. I excused myself from the girls and made my way over before noticing there were only six tickets and all were for beers.. easily within Brittany’s ability. I was a little pissed about being interrupted so I snapped at her “Seriously? This is what you’re pissed about?” to which she quickly responded “No. I’m bored and you’re ignoring me for a bunch of bimbo’s with a gag reflex.”
I rolled my eyes as I reached down to the beer cooler and muttered a response about she cares too much about her lipstick being perfect to suck cock like that. She could tell she got under my skin and continued pressing.. “I’ll bet they don’t even swallow.” Still annoyed I mentioned that if the girl didn’t want to swallow there were plenty of other places I enjoy cumming. Brittany grinned devilishly and looked at the Hispanic girl I’d been focusing my attention on before whispering “Where? On those useless A-cups she calls tits?”
This got me particularly angry and just wanting this exchange to end I looked her in the eyes and told her “No, I’m much more creative than that. So shut the fuck up and quit cockblocking me” before returning to flirting. I spent the next forty minutes ignoring Brittany completely as she texted my phone “don’t be mad” or “I’m sorry” over and over. I was about to close the deal with the Hispanic girl and get her number but I didn’t want Britt blowing up my phone so I just replied “It’s fine, I’m not tripping.”
Immediately the response came back “Well where would you cum?” I had a minute or two to gather my thoughts while the girls split up their check for payment so I looked at Brittany and she just raised her eyebrows. I turned to my phone and began typing furiously..
* Me: “I’d love to cum all over her tits. I like small tits.”
* Britt: “That’s boring. You said you were creative.”
* Me: “What do you care?”
* Britt: “I’m boooooored.”
* Me: “Maybe she’ll be up for an even swap. She can cum on my face, I’ll cum on hers.”
* Britt: “Lame. You got nothing.”
* Me: “Alright, fine bitch. If I had it my way I’d cum inside her.. I’d let loose a huge load so that it drips out nice and slow, oozing down her thigh.. and then I’d make her put her panties back on so that it pools. I want her to feel my cum with every step she takes and I want it to dry all over them so that whenever she pulls those panties out of the drawer she thinks about my cock inside her.”
The girls were ready to pay at this point so I handled it and took the Hispanic girl’s number. When I finally had the tips counted out and cash handled I looked up and noticed that Brittany wasn’t behind the bar.. I had no idea where she’d gone in fact. I was alone for about five minutes before I saw her emerge from the part of the restaurant where the bathrooms were located. She walkec casually behind the bar and started stocking the cooler. I hadn’t noticed how long she’d been gone, I was still pretty happy about the potential score with the Hispanic girl, locked in a bit of a daydream when Britt interrupted me, shoving an empty 6-pack case into my hands gruff and saying “Can you throw this away and get another?”
I nodded and mumbled “Whatever” before turning to walk away. As I was almost to the door I heard Brittsny’s voice from behind me say “Make sure to look inside before you toss that!” I almost didn’t pay it any mind and went on autopilot into the keg room and set down the empty box. I absent-mindedly grabbed another six pack and started to exit when I remembered I’d forgotten the box, so I picked it up off the top of the keg and suddenly out tumbled a lacy, sky blue thong. It fell on to the top of a keg and I stared for a moment. My dick was rapidly stiffening as I processed the sight and things clicked.
I leaned over to pick up it up and immediately felt a very wet spot, which sent my dick straight into overdrive. My mind was going a mile a minute as I stood in a 34 degree cooler not feeling one bit cold. I had to think how to play this and whether I thought I had enough self-discipline. I knew then and there however that just like her thong, I had her right in the palm of my hand..
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4j7wqt/22fun_at_at_work_with_28my_coworker_long