[MF] Eating my work-wife’s ass while on the clock.

I’ll start with the background and physical descriptions, but feel free to skip to “XXX” if you’re the type of person who likes to build their own characters.

In May I graduated college, and while I look for a “real job,” I’ve returned home to the local car-wash that I work at over the summer. It’s a pretty crummy job, but relative to what is expected of me, the pay is very good. (You’d be surprised how quick $1 tips can add up when you’re drying off cars on a busy day.)

Anyway, a few months prior to graduating, I broke up with my girlfriend so that I could get one last taste of single college life before entering the real world, where Friday nights were unlikely to devolve into Roman bath orgies. It was definitely a good idea, and if I find the time I’ll be sure to post about all the friends I made at the *Thermae*. As for right now, however, my breakup is only relevant in that for the first summer since getting hired, I was single.

I’ve always been pretty good looking, (6’1,” with dark features and wavy hair down to my shoulders) but when I realized that my relationship wasn’t going to work out, I started lifting weights for the first time. Again, definitely a good idea, and on my first day back at the wash, my “work-wife” Hannah made it clear that she liked the change. Given our very official marital status, we would sometimes joke about getting together, but after my recent breakup, and the fact that my new workout routine gave her an excuse to comment on my body, our flirting took a decidedly explicit turn.

Hannah is also college age, about 5’2’’ with dark olive skin from being in the sun all day, green eyes, and black hair that she likes to keep in a top knot, which is pretty typical of girls at work, given that tying your hair up keeps it away from the chemicals in the wash. She’s very athletic, and probably in better shape than me, because she plans to join the military next year. It seems a little ridiculous to me, having since learned how easy she is to throw around a room, but whatever, glad she has a plan. More importantly, that means that her body is unreal. Almost painfully fit. She has average boobs, probably C (I didn’t ask), and an amazing ass. I don’t know if it’s from running. I don’t know if it’s from squats. I don’t know if it’s God’s way of proving he actually does exists, but whatever the cause, she looks absolutely incredibly.

XXX

Fast forward several weeks from my return home, and we are the only non-managerial staff working due to the weather. As you might assume, when it rains the carwash basically shuts down. Typically, on days like this management will keep two people around to clean the inside of the wash while we wait for the rain to pass. It had been raining for about a week however, and not only were there no cars, but there wasn’t really any cleaning left to be done. Because of that, Adam, our manager, told us to just stay off camera so that corporate wouldn’t call to complain that workers were standing around doing nothing. Obviously we obliged him, and went to the storage room near the end of the wash-tunnel.

After entering the room, it dawned on me that this is the first time I’ve been alone with Hannah since I started working there. It’s sort of ridiculous given how long we’ve both been employed, but we only work one day a week together, and my former relationship status meant that I didn’t typically hang out alone with women I was attracted to, lest I do something stupid. I assume she realized it too, because for the first few minutes her otherwise cocky attitude was replaced by an almost demure disposition. It didn’t last long however, and when I turned away to make space for myself to sit on an open table, she let rip some cliché joke about liking the view from behind. In what was probably too honest of a reply given the circumstances, I commented that it was only fair that I gave her something to look at given that I spent all of last summer staring at her ass. She paused for a moment, realizing that I was only half joking, and smiled before jumping up onto the space that I had just cleared off. Somewhat annoyed that she had taken my would-be seat, I playfully grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the floor. Landing between me and the table, she rattled off an even weaker line about me using any excuse to grab her butt, to which I responded that if she prefers that I just watch “that would be fine too.” She laughed and did a little wiggle before stepping aside to clear her own space on the other side of the small room.

The next half hour was a not so smooth transition away from offhand flirting, towards comments that if Adam had heard might have led to a conversation with H.R. We made an unspoken game out of seeing who would crack first and break the implied no touching rule. I caved probably 40 minutes into it when she pretended to trip in front of me, and slowly got up, ass end first. Now, normally I’m very much a “consent is sexy” kind of guy, and always try to get a verbal go-ahead before doing anything sexual (seriously, don’t fuck around with Title IX, people. I’ve seen girls’ lives fall apart because of sexual assault), but something about the way she looked at me from behind forced my hand.

We made eye contact for brief moment before I grabbed either side of her head and slammed her face into mine. I must have played this moment out in my head a hundred times, all of which went smoother than reality. Fortunately, we laughed it off and I lifted her onto the table (shout out to the real MVP of this story) to make up for the slight height difference.

I kissed every bit of her exposed body in an attempt to let out all my pent up sexual frustration. Her lips, her neck, and most importantly her beautiful legs. It felt like high school when your hands just fumble around awkwardly from one body part to another. I’m not sure if it was out of frustration, or genuine excitement, but she eventually grabbed my hands and placed them on her either side of her waistband, with the obvious implication being that I was to pull down.

At this point we were at a critical juncture. If Adam walked in right now we could probably talk our way out of losing our jobs. He is about our age, and I guarantee that he would have done the same thing if he were in my position. However, if we were caught doing anything more explicit, he is contractually obligated to contact HR. (It’s happened before.) I asked her if she was sure, and her slight nod gave me the green light to continue.

Sitting legs spread, I pulled her shorts down over her work boots, and gently ran my finger across the exposed tan lines on her upper thigh. Maybe I’m overly sentimental, but I always pause to appreciate tan lines. I spent last summer fixated on the darker half of the line, so it seemed special that she let me see what was just above it. Not everyone gets that opportunity. I looked up from her legs to see her smiling face one more time, and kissed her where my fingers had just left off.

I didn’t even make it to her underwear before I saw how wet she was. She sheepishly apologized, which seemed odd, but I didn’t want to open that can of worms, and continued moving closer. Pulling her panties to the side (absolutely the way to do it. Don’t @ me with your “NF” bullshit) I started licking her dripping wet pussy as gently as possible. Because of the slow build-up, she would wince back just slightly every time I made contact her clit. I of course tried to hide my laughter at her reaction, but she must have felt my smile against her thighs, because after about a minute of torturing her she screamed “oh fuck off,” and pulled up to her mouth by my hair.

She held me like that for a few moments before asking me if I wanted a better look at her ass. Obviously I said yes, and she coyly spun around to a kneeling position. Again, the slight differential was something of an issue, but it doesn’t take a hole in the ground to but the bottom in my face.

I couldn’t contain myself to licking slowly this time, and I almost immediately forced my tongue inside of her. She let out a soft “oh” that was so beautiful I have to assume it will play in my head every night until I die. She clearly liked this approach more, and reached back to hold my head tightly in place. Not wanting to blow this one, I used a free hand to gently play with her trembling vagina. She bucked when I first touched her, before pushing back even harder against my face. I thought I might suffocate by the time she said she was cumming, but there was no chance I was going to pull away. She stopped grinding her hips, let as quite a squeak as she could contain, and fell flat on a wet-spot of her own making.

She laid there silently for maybe a minute before quietly offering me a blowjob. I laughed at how polite she was trying to be despite obvious disorientation, but told her to get dressed instead. I didn’t want to push our luck any more than we already had, and at this point I probably would have cum just from the friction of removing my shorts. (A distinctly bad look if I want this to be a reoccurring thing.) She did as I suggested and slowly sat up to get dressed.

In total, the ordeal only took about an hour. Fortunately, the rain kept up until closing, so we spent the remainder of our shift swapping stories of college life. I learned that she’s an absolute freak (in case me eating her ass at work didn’t make that clear), and we decided to meet up later to finish what we started. Because of family issues, however, that isn’t likely to happen for several weeks.

We also decided that given how quickly gossip can spread at work we wouldn’t tell our friends, most of whom work with us, hence this post. I’m posting this before heading off to work with her again, but it’s beautiful out, so don’t expect a quick update.

Thank you for hearing me out, this was incredibly cathartic to write down. Please tell me if there are any formatting changes that you think would improve the overall presentation, just in case there is a follow-up.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ubrqn/mf_eating_my_workwifes_ass_while_on_the_clock