Hey guys! This is my first post so feel free to post criticism/if you want me to write more lol.
A little background – my name is Katie, I’m 18. 5’10” and 120 lbs, very slender with shoulder-length wavy dark blonde hair. I have a nice booty and bust for someone of my build.
Let’s call him Luke. I actually don’t know how old he is! He’s most likely in his early 30s. Luke is 6’1” with an athletic build, also with a dark blonde undercut. He’s very charming and always knows what to say.
We both work at a pretty busy restaurant. He’s a waiter and I’m a hostess. When I first started working there, I was 17, but I look older than I am – I look about 20. Me being pretty and tall and new, I got a lot of attention from the older male employees at the restaurant, most of which died off after they found out my actual age lol.
I turned 18 about a month into working there. Luke and I didn’t really interact too much in the beginning. I thought he was attractive, and he was pretty nice to me, but he acted that way towards everyone according to my coworkers, who also let me know that he had a long-term girlfriend.
Luke really only started treating me differently a month or two later, when we had our first genuine, non-work-related conversation about a sport we both enjoyed and played. The whole time we were talking he stared at me with a little smirk on his face, and when I had to get back to my post, only I was able to hear him say, “Wow, I like you even more now.”
That sorta stuck with me for a little while. Whenever I’d work with him after that, we’d start winking at each other, putting our hands on each others’ arm or back or side when we needed to get the others’ attention, and just generally being super flirty. Our interactions slowly became more and more pointed as the months went on. Personal space is somewhat of a myth for restaurant staff in a crowded restaurant, and Luke would make a visible effort to get up in my business whenever he could. He started getting braver – brushing his hands against my ass when he’d reach for something, and hold my waist for longer than necessary when he’d walk behind me. It was super hot, and I’d get turned on very easily by him.
Things finally came to a boil at the end of the summer. We’d worked together almost every day that week, the restaurant had been making record profits and we’d been super busy, yet we’d still find time to talk to each other and flirt. At the end of the week, we’d had our busiest day so far, and the rush had just ended. I was standing near the restaurant’s bar with some of my other coworkers, just hanging out and blowing off steam. I’d worn black short shorts that day (a complete violation of dress code but I want tips so idc) and a floral patterned v neck with a floral lacy bralette underneath, because I had to match of course. Luke was walking back and forth past us, doing his side work so his shift could be over. There wasn’t a lot of room between the bar and the wall opposite to it, so Luke had to walk pretty close behind me every time he’d go by. After a few passes, he started to stealthily grope my ass, HARD, as he’d walk by. My coworkers were none the wiser, and I continued my conversation with them as I instantly became turned on, and I felt a blush start to creep onto my cheeks.
My shift that day ended, coincidently, at the same time Luke was leaving. He offered to walk me to my car, even though it was the middle of the day in a very wealthy part of the city, and I, of course, accepted.
We went into the parking structure where I was parked, talking about some unimportant thing that happened at work that day, and I couldn’t for the life of me remember where I parked. Super embarrassing. Just his presence was distracting me. So we start walking around the structure, trying to find where my dumb self had parked the car. As we’re still talking, he starts slowing his walking pace until he’s directly behind me, and I know he’s staring at my ass. I smirked to myself and started to sway my hips a little more as I kept walking.
“You’re a fucking tease in those shorts,”, I heard him mutter behind me, and I felt his fingers trail up the back of my thigh and slip under the cuff of my shorts. He gave my butt a hard squeeze, and then pulled his hand out quickly, and started to caress my whole ass through my shorts.
I laughed in response. “I wore them for you,” I said. This wasn’t untrue. He caught up to walking next to me, and his hand left my ass and started trailing up my hip over my abs to my breasts. His fingers brushed over both of them, and rubbed my right nipple through my shirt and bra before dropping his hand back to his side, so stealthy.
He kept groping me as we finally made it to my car. I immediately opened the driver side door and climbed in, and Luke got in the passenger seat. He looked at me for a split second, the leaned across the console and started roughly kissing me. I melted into it, sighing into his mouth, letting his stubble scratch my face and mirrored his movements with my lips and tongue. His hands immediately went to my tits and my inner thighs. He slid one hand under my shirt, pulling it up and exposing my pretty lacy flowery bralette, which he immediately unclasped, his fingers roughly playing with and pulling at my nipples, which I went crazy about. His other hand unbuttoned my shorts and slipped into my panties, finding my soaking wet slit immediately. I moaned into his mouth as he instantly slipped three fingers in, and threw my head back against the seat. The stretch of his fingers hurt so good, and coupled with his expert fingers rolling my nipples I was in ecstasy.
“You like that? Fuck, you’re so wet already, take these fingers you little slut,” he whispered, biting my earlobe hard, and working his way down to my neck, kissing and sucking hard, and kept making his way to my nipples. He started licking and sucking them, and started thrusting and scissoring his fingers, and I was in heaven. I kept moaning, I was so turned on I couldn’t even think straight. His hand that was playing with my nipples came up to my throat and he started to choke me. I’d never been choked before, but as soon as he started to squeeze my throat I instantly knew I loved it. His fingers moved fasted and faster in and out of my pussy, I could hear how wet I was. He kept squeezing my neck harder and harder and then he whispered, “Come for me. I want you to come right now. Come on my fucking fingers.” That sent me right over the edge. I clenched around his fingers and moaned, shaking through an incredibly intense orgasm. He kept his pace and finger-fucked me right through it.
He suddenly stopped, and pulled his hand out of my pants. I opened my eyes and turned my head on the seat and looked over at him, and god I must’ve looked like such a blissed-out slut. My shirt and bra askew, hair mussed, face flushed so red.
He pressed his fingers covered in my wetness into my mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and said, “I want your mouth right now.”
I instantly leaned over the console and undid his fly, pulling his boxers down and finally, FINALLY seeing his cock. He put his hand in my hair, and I immediately leaned down and started licking and sucking his head, tasting his precum. He groaned and tightened his fist in my hair, and I started bobbing my head, taking half of him in my mouth, and then he started face fucking me. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on taking his cock down my throat. Nothing else mattered. The world was reduced to his cock in my mouth, and licking and sucking it as best as I could. He started telling he what to do as he kept face fucking me.
“Suck on just the head.” I did. My tongue worked all over the tip as I hollowed my cheeks and kept sucking. “Take it all.” I did. He pushed me all the way down on his cock and I gagged, hard, and had to pull off, saliva dripping out of my mouth onto his dick. I took a breath and went right back down, and I started using my hand to jerk him off in a twisting motion on my mouth’s upstroke, and he loved it. “Fuck, you suck that cock so good, you little slut,” Luke groaned, and moved his hand from my hair to my neck and started choking me again. I redoubled my efforts, inspired by his hand around throat, and I could tell he was getting close. I started jerking him off faster, and my technique got sloppier, and he suddenly gripped my neck even harder.
“Shit,” he groaned, and then he came. He thrusted hard up into my mouth and I gagged, but took his cock down my throat, swallowing his cum. I gave him one final twisting stroke with my lips wrapped around the tip and then I pulled off and sat back against my seat. His eyes were squeezed shut as his breathing slowed. He ran his hand through his hair and then turned and looked at me, a half-smirk sliding onto his face. “Wow. That was…really good, K. I’m definitely fucking you next time.”
I laughed a little at that. Next time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4k6ktj/fun_with_a_much_older_coworker_f18m30_cheating