I fucked my fellow research assistant [FM]

To begin, let it be known that I am a 21F with an athletic, curvier body that I’m only now really coming in to – long black hair, blue eyes, 34D, and an okay ass. I’ve always been very focused on school, which has given me little time to focus on boys, but I’ve always admired them. Now I worked as a research assistant for almost 6 months before I met “the guy”. Let’s call him Marc.

Marc was a graduate assistant. He came into the room when I was cleaning out a few graduated cylinders. He walked in with baby blue scrubs on and dark hair which curled just a little on the top. I was wearing a short black dress with white flowers and my white lab coat. As he walked in to use the Bunsen burner, we locked eyes and there was instant chemistry – the kind where we were undressing each other with our eyes. He teased me, saying things like “what are you doing in my lab?” and going straight to asking questions about my future, what I wanted to be, and how smart I must be to have gotten a laboratory job so young. It turns out he also had working in the same laboratory for about a year but had a girlfriend, so usually did his tasks around her schedule (which meant not when I was there). I learned that he was an ex-college athlete, with strong arms and a chiseled jaw, adorned with a clean, full beard. He was incredibly intelligent: every thought he shared with me was incredibly calculated and original. Marc was alluring. The only thing he didn’t share was what he thought about me.

Now I’ve been with a man before, but not many and not many times. I would say college put me into this kind of sexual hibernation, where I thought about sex, masturbated, and put it on the shelf while I slaved away for my grades. But when I met Marc, I instantly fantasized about him. I fantasized about us being alone in the lab, lifting up my dress, pulling my underwear to one side, and riding him on the work bench. Glass beakers shattering as we stripped down and had passionate sex everywhere we shouldn’t. Our futures at stake. I thought I was alone in this fantasy, until he messaged me on Instagram the very same night. I’d told him my name, but he’d put in effort to find me – and he asked if I was still in the lab. He wanted to see if I could check a result for him. But I had a feeling this wasn’t about results.

I messaged him back and within hours he told me to text him instead… out of convenience (classic). In the next couple of days, our conversations over text got more and more risky – to the point that I was concerned about seeing him face-to-face again. Would it be awkward? Would the whole thing be over? One night he was apparently eating a midnight snack in his boxers and teased that I would make for a better snack. My whole body reacted to reading this and I knew I had to do something about it.

Cut to a few days after and it was Wednesday – a day I knew he’d be in lab working for hours on end. I woke up early, put on a dress, stockings, and shaved myself for him. When I got in, he was at his work bench, making up some solution, and I walked in without a word, teasing him as I reached down to open my locker. I could hear him take a deep breath, scoff, and return to his work. I turned to see a huge grin on his face.

“What are you working on that’s so important?” I ask.
“Just making a standard curve, then I have to pick up some samples” he replied.

I was determined to make a clear proposition.

“I’m going to whole foods after this to build my own 6-pack if you want to come try one after…”
(I know, could have been sexier, but this was all I had being out of practice)

He explained that he was exclusively a craft beer drinker, and to pick him out a stout and that he’d be over at 8:00. He was so sure of himself, taking no time to decide what he wanted. I was already wet and writhing before I walked out. I went to the store, picked out my 6 beers (2 of them stouts) and headed home, telling my roommates I was planning on having a chill night in. I got a text at 8:15 that he was outside, so I met him at the door. He had changed out of his work clothes into black jeans, a black belt, and a plain white hoodie that made such a good contrast to his skin and dark hair. He looked classic, approachable, and sexy.

I invited him in and we sipped our beers, laughing and discussing our thoughts on consciousness and whether the universe could be understood from the limited minds given to humanity. Finally, when we quieted down, he asked “so are you going to let me see your room?”. I said nothing, looking shyly at the floor – eventually getting up off the couch and walking back towards my room. My room is very earthy and calm, which he immediately complimented – stroking my black, velvety blanket on the bed. While I was turned around, putting my phone down on my desk he walked up behind me, putting his hands on my waist.

“So, I’m assuming you have something to say considering you invited me over,” he whispered.

I, having suddenly regained all of my seductress abilities, reached for his hands and gently guided them under my shirt to my stomach, then gliding up my ribs and then around my boobs to my upper chest. I could feel his smile as I teased him. I turned to face him and started working on his belt.

“This okay with you?” I ask. He nods with the same grin on his face.

Once I have his belt unfastened, I reach my hand into his pants and stroke his dick gently over his underwear. He was already rock hard and seriously well-endowed. I blushed instantly.

“Arms up,” he said. I do, and the pace goes from what was slow and sensual to ravenous. He pops my bra off with a single snap of his fingers and my pants are gone soon after. At this point, he picks me up and throws me on my bed, burying his face in my pussy with me on my stomach. He is grabbing my ass hard and taking a few seconds to slowly kiss down my thighs. He forcefully turns me on my back, prying my legs open and putting two fingers in my pussy while he kisses and licks my clit. All I can manage to say is “oh my fuck” and “marc” over and over as stoke my fingers through his curls.

I don’t even recall how long this happened for. But by the end I was moaning loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear, and I was begging him to join me on the bed. He crawled on top of me, and kissed me long and hard, while I reached for his cock and rubbed it against my pussy. I could feel his breath become uneven in the moments our lips were apart.

Before I made any other move, I told him I wanted a taste. He switched positions with me and I spent a good few minutes sucking him off and only engaging in eye contact when I knew he was close. Before he came, he stopped me and told me to hop on. Without any hesitation, I positioned myself on top of him and slowly lowered my pussy on his cock. He was so big and it had been so long… I was visually shaking as I continued to grind up and down. And I was so wet. He told me he could feel it dripping down his balls, but that he loved it and didn’t want me to stop. I started to pick up the pace and the sound of my ass slapping against his thighs was almost deafening. He started groaning and whispering “fuckkk” under his breath, all while looking me dead in the eyes. I leaned forward, and he started sucking on my boobs and lightly pulling my hair back. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm so I started rubbing my clit in tight circles and steadying myself with one hand on his chest. Eventually I began to feel the paralysis of orgasm and he fucked me, bring his hips up while I stayed motionless in pure ecstasy. I came, shaking and moaning while he moved his hands over my chest, encouraging my experience like nobody had before.

After I regained control over my body, I moved off of him. Turning away and on all fours, I pressed my chest to the bed and presented myself to him – ass up this time. He met me there and I looked back to see him thrusting in me, occasionally grabbing my shoulders to penetrate me as deeply as he could. After a few minutes like this, he told me he was close and asked where I wanted him to cum. I told him anywhere he wanted (I am on birth control and we were both checked for STDS in the last couple of months). He pulled out and came all over my ass. I could feel it dripping down near my pussy. Before I could get up to clean myself he said “wait a second, I just need to enjoy this view a few more moments”. Little did he know, this was certainly not the last time he’d have this view.

But that’s beside the point. I fucked a guy from lab. It was amazing.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9y2aco/i_fucked_my_fellow_research_assistant_fm