Out of my [F] league coworker [M]

This story starts in a popular waffle house chain. Typical crush stuff, ya know. I made sure my hair and makeup were always nice on the off chance that he’d be working. I would laugh a little too hard at him dancing on our patio when we had no customers. I could feel myself catch my breath every time the backdoor opened because I thought it could’ve been him. I couldn’t be edgy and act like I didn’t give a fuck about him. I shamelessly fell in love right before his eyes.

Shawn was just handsome. He had classic gentleman, cute boy energy. Much taller than me. It just made it so much worse. At some point I knew that nobody came for the waffles; they came for Shawn.

We started to build a fun rapport during our shifts together. Some may even dare say it was flirty. Getting with Shawn had been so far out of my mind because of how long I’ve had this silent crush. It was extremely hard to tell if he liked me or not. I just assumed it was the latter to avoid my heart being broken.

One weekend, our street was completely packed. I had to park super far away from the waffle house. It was late, so I timidly asked Shawn to walk me to my car. He didn’t think twice about it and rushed to pack up. We were quiet the whole way there, and I’m convinced I was thinking so loud he could hear me.

When we got there I could feel a lump in my throat. “Thanks,” I said, giggling. All of that time to think of what I was going to say, and I said that. He had his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels. I made it this far so I just said, fuck it. I asked Shawn if he wanted to come over to smoke and next thing you know I’m turning up the radio so he doesn’t hear my heart beating out of my chest.

We got to my patio and started to smoke. We were sitting on the concrete, and I was pressed up against him with his arm around me because of how chilly it got. I held up the pipe to his mouth as he lit it, and I have never wanted someone so badly. He turned to exhale, and I took this as an advantage to get a long look at his profile. As he turned back, I didn’t bother moving. Our faces were so close. I could feel his eyes fleet back and fourth between my eyes and my lips. He leans in to give me the most passionate kiss I’ve ever gotten. I no longer felt cold.

We kissed slowly and softly, making our way to my bedroom. He lay me so gently onto my bed, caressing my head the whole way down. Although I wanted to do much more, I remember thinking I’d be perfectly content just kissing Shawn for the rest of my life. We got under the blankets, and his hands finally started to roam. He started to breathe in my ear heavily. I could feel him pushing the boundaries of my fabrics, and I never wanted it to end.

*it gets wild!*

To save him from asking, I decided to slowly take off one article of clothing at a time. He just looked into my eyes while this all happened. When I got down to my bra and panties, I told him it was his turn. He quickly stripped down to his boxers. The kissing ensued; my panties got progressively soaked. He would brush his fingertips across them, and I’m sure he could feel how turned on I was. I couldn’t take it anymore; I stripped the remaining articles and pressed my entire body against his. I didn’t realize how rock hard he was until doing so. He put two fingers in his mouth, and all I could do was stare in awe. He managed to slip them inside my dripping wet pussy, and I gasped.

For some reason, we kept very hushed tones, as if we were afraid of getting caught. It made it feel all secretive and sexy. I finally made my way down his abs and over his boxers. I had never been with a guy who worked out or took care of his body. I convinced myself I didn’t care for it, but feeling Shawn’s chest and stomach made me realize that, that was a lie. Really tenderly Shawn stopped kissing my neck to ask me if I wanted to do this. I had an idea of what ‘this’ meant, and at that point I was willing to do whatever ‘this’ was. He slipped down his boxers and I could feel his tip firmly press against my wet panties. He turns me to my side and slid my thong off slowly. I could feel his warm breath going down my spine right before he grabs onto my hips and slid his dick back and forth across my clit. After a few passes and teasing, he finally did one long stroke inside of me. We slow fucked for the next half hour, me getting wetter and wetter every minute.

When it was time for him to cum I could hear his stifled grunts getting more fast paced. We were laying so that every inch of our skin was touching, and I recall feeling his whole body start to tremble. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered into my ear. “Finish insid-,” and before I could complete my sentence he was already filling me up entirely. He held onto me as he laid gentle kisses on the back of my neck.

This story is long enough, so I will spare the details about afterwards. We got together a few more times after this, but they were less slow and gentle and more of the complete opposite nature. Not that I’m complaining lol.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9rials/out_of_my_f_league_coworker_m