I [F] got into trouble with my co-worker [M] the night before corona shut us down.

This happened to me just a month or so ago, right before the virus shut down all the bars and restaurants, when covid-19 was still viewed as a distant threat that was barely on my radar that night. Cameron and I had been working together for a few months at this point, and on that particular Saturday we were closing together. We had worked many long shifts in the kitchen side by side over the previous months and had gradually become friends, bonding over a shared love of music, tattoos and partying, as well as mutual respect and understanding when it came to the daily work – cooking. He was a cool guy, and I had always thought we had a bit of chemistry, we would occasionally tease and flirt with each other at work, but I had always considered it to be harmless – we both had partners after all. Besides that, I didn’t really consider him my type aesthetically (although he had a look that I knew lots of women found appealing), and I am sure he felt the same, considering his live-in girlfriend was the physical opposite of me, a terrifying blonde with flawless hair, impeccable style, and enormous tits.

That night at around 2:00am I had dragged the mop across the kitchen floor a final time before stopping to observe my handiwork. Good, not great. It would have to do, I was tired and now I was also sweaty…mopping always made me sweat at the end of a long shift. I could feel that the rebel locks of curly brown hair that had fallen loose from my braid throughout the night were starting to stick on my sweat-damp neck. Wiping a bead from my forehead I turned to Cameron for approval.
“Right, I think it looks fine. Lets get the fuck out of here?” Cameron looked up at me from the counter where he stood, a stack of fives dollar bills in one hand. He flashed me a crooked grin and scanned the wet floor briefly. His blond hair fell lazily in his eyes, unrestrained by the backwards cap he always wore.
“Yup looks perfect, I’m almost done here too…” turning back to the counter he marked a number down on the deposit slip and returned the bills to their slot in the till.
“I brought us a little something-something for tonight” he continued, turning back to me. I raised my eyebrow at him, I thought I knew what he was getting at but I waited for the confirmation. So quickly I could have missed it, he reached into his pocket and flashed me the little white baggy he’d been hiding there. I grinned.
“My hero!!” I exclaimed and he chuckled, and with that we both turned back to work and hurried about the rest of the closing duties. Cameron and I had started partying together about a month after he came to work with me. A couple times, at the end of the night, just a couple lines in the staff room after a crazy shift. That night I was stoked on it – it HAD been a crazy shift and my heart was racing in anticipation of celebrating it finally ending by getting fucked up with Cameron. Ian and Lisa wouldn’t love it if they knew, but they didn’t have to find out. I was already making excuses in my head for coming home late, as if Ian would even notice, or care.
“Let’s get it, Teddy.” Cameron had finished the deposit and was tying off the one remaining garbage bags in the last bin by the door.
“Okay okay, I’m coming” I squatted low to the mop bucket and dumped it’s contents down the drain in the floor, turning around just in time to catch Cameron absentmindedly checking out my ass. His eyes met mine when I turned, and when they did I felt an unexpected blast of heat, unrelated to the mopping, run through my body. Then a cool chill. Feeling my nipples go hard, I had to blush and look away. I had not felt a current of electricity like that in a long time… and never before from him. Wtf. I heard the jingle of Cameron grabbing the keys to the staff room and shook my head to gather myself. Chill, girl. But I felt anything but chill. The anticipation of the drugs already had my stomach full of butterflies, and now I had to pretend that the look Cameron gave me hadn’t put my pussy on high alert. Stop, Teddy. Taking a full deep break, I scanned the kitchen behind me one last time for straggler garbage and crumbs and then followed Cameron into the staff room.

“Jesus, does it smell worse in here every day” Cameron complained as I locked the door behind us.
“I mean, shit plus chemicals plus dirty rags… not really the best combination.” He was right though, it was really bad that day. The staff room was a tiny bathroom/ storage/ staff room, jammed full of cleaning supplies on one side and a coat rack on the other, and with the two of us in there together it was barely large enough to extend both your arms. Cameron nodded in agreement at my response and then reached into his pocket to retrieve the baggy he had flashed me before and his phone. I watched his hands move as he pinched the bag open and shook a little pile of the white powder onto the back of his phone, which he had set down on the sink counter. Big hands, a couple scars on the fingers from long forgotten cuts and burns, acquired through years working in kitchens. Strong hands. I watched the tendons and veins flex as he set about lining up the coke with an old card. “1991” in heavy font permanently inked across the knuckles on his right hand. ‘Mom’ in a heart on the wrist of his left. Heat again. Or was it just hot in there?
“Got a bill?’ He looked up and surprised me, and I blushed again despite myself. Who had caught who now? I scrambled in my bag behind me and handed him a five, avoiding eye contact. I watched his fingers grab the bill and rolled it into a smooth tube with practiced grace. Thinking about his fingers had me painfully aware of the heat that was growing down below my stomach. I watched him lean over the lines, his back to me, followed soon by the sound of a sharp inhale and then a quiet, almost unintelligible, moan of relief. A short pause, another sharp hard inhale. I focused on breathing deeply, trying to convince myself it was nerves over the drugs and not thinking about Cameron that was making my heart jump and leap in my chest.
“You’re up” he said, turning back around. Finally feeling collected enough to meet his eyes, I mustered up a smile as I grabbed the bill, careful not to let our fingers touch.
“Thanks dude, and thanks for sharing…I really needed this.”
“No problem.” Cameron flashed me another grin, sniffing, and I watched the cloudy hazel in his eyes surrender to his swelling pupils. He stepped out of the way as best as he could to allow me to take his place bent over the phone. Inhaling through the rolled up bill I immediately felt the heat of the drugs light up my face and chest. Real heat. Oh fuck yeah. I’ve never been super big on cocaine but I have to admit, that night it made me feel amazing. Straightening up, I caught my reflection in the mirror on the wall in front of me. Big brown eyes, wide and wild now as the effects of the coke came on. Cheeks flushed from the work and the drugs and the electricity in the small room. Not bad, a little crazy maybe. My hair was a mess. Reaching up, I loosened the end of my braid and let the waves of my hair free and ran my fingers through the curls, shaking them out. Slightly better. Refocusing my gaze, I noticed in the mirror Cameron taking a nice long look at my body. Again? I waited for his eyes to come back up to reach mine in the mirror and smiled slyly at him when eventually they did. The drugs had taken away my nerves from before, now all I felt was the heat.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked him, teasing. His reflection smiled back.
“Sorry, but you really can’t be wearing those pants around me…” he responded, looking down again and this time shameless taking in my curves beneath the ripped black jeans I wore tight against my body, showing off every inch of my assets.
“The benefit of a pear shaped body…” I laughed, but he wasn’t laughing, he was staring… drinking me in with an intensity that made my mouth suddenly feel dry. I definitely hadn’t thought I was Cameron’s type – Lisa is a D cup for fuck’s sake and I am barely a B – but it was clear from the way he was looking at me that he wanted to get those pants off me. He reached up and surprised me by running his fingers through my long dark hair, twisting his fingers through the curls. My scalp tingled, sending a shiver down my spine. Releasing my hair slowly he let his hand trail lightly down my back, skimming against my skin, every spot where he grazed catching fire under his touch. Lingering at my hips I felt his fingers flex gently against my body. I wanted so badly for him to grab me then, I ached for it the feeling of his fingertips pressing into my soft flesh. Our eyes locked in the mirror.

I was terrified to turn around and face him but I also found I couldn’t stop myself, didn’t want to stop myself, and when I faced him he was looking right at me with that intensity. His pupils were huge and beautiful and I forced myself to hold the gaze. This close together in the staff room, under the fluorescent lights and high on cocaine, he was breathtaking. He let out a long slow exhale and I could taste the sweet warm air coming from his lips.
“Now you really can’t be looking at me like that” he said quietly.
“Like what?” I kept my voice quiet as his, suddenly aware of the other voices in the bar, the night winding down behind the door.
“Come on, you know” his eyes finally released mine and I watched them move down to my mouth. I knew I should shut it down. End this. Go home. But I couldn’t.
“Tell me.” I insisted. I couldn’t explain why but I wanted to hear him say it. Needed to hear him say it. Cameron took a small step forward, halving the already short distance that was between us. I could smell his sweat and oh my god, I liked it.
“Like you’re thinking about fucking me.” Fuck. I knew he was going to say it but hearing it was so real, for a moment I didn’t know how to respond. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, hear it pounding in my ears.
“You’re telling me you haven’t thought about it?” I asked him, and this time it was me taking another step, looking at his lips, instinctively licking my own. One more step and we would be pressed together. I couldn’t believe how badly my body wanted it.
“I didn’t say that…” he closed the remaining distance between us and I swooned at the contact. I could feel his cock stirring and swelling beneath his pants, grazing gently against my hip, my small tits resting against his chest, nipples like diamonds.The window of opportunity to reign this in was closing, if it hadn’t already closed. What about Ian? What about Lisa?
“Are you thinking about it now?” Cameron asked, his voice just above a whisper. His eyes were so hungry as they searched mine, waiting for the permission that he knew he already had.

‘Cam….’ before I could finish my sentence his hand was in my hair again, rough this time, pulling my face up to his. His other hand came to the small of my back and I shuddered in relief as our lips finally met and relieved the tension. His tongue was warm and soft but his mouth was hard as he kissed me desperately, his fingers, those fingers, grasping at my soft flesh as he fervently explored my small waist, wide hips, plump ass. Every touch sent a wave to my pussy and I felt myself getting wet and his hands reached deeper down to stroke my cunt lightly through my pants. I moaned and ran my hand down his chest, feeling the smooth firm expanse of his stomach before reaching for his belt.
“Wait.” He moved my hands away and laughed at my surprised expression. “Just wait.” He reached for the bottom of my shirt and roughly pulled it up off over my head. Then he pushed himself against me again, kissing me hard as he unclasped my bra and tossed it away. Cameron stepped back and took in the sight of my tits- small and firm, pink nipples standing erect, encircled by large peachy areolas. He cupped my breasts gently in his hands, running a strong thumb back and forth across my nipples, making me shiver. The air was cool but his mouth was hot as he kissed and licked and sucked his way from the base of my neck down to my nipples. I couldn’t help but moan as he took one in his mouth and sucked on it gently, continuing to roll my other nipple between his fingers as he did.
“Shut up” he murmured, trying to keep my nipple in his mouth. I nodded my head and bit my lip, but mentally I made no promises…. Holy fuck, his tongue. I reached for his belt but he stopped me again.
“So impatient” he smiled, straightening up from my tits and moving his hands to my pants. I started to reply but the look on his face stopped me.
“Don’t you know I’ve already been waiting so long?” he said, and, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper, he pulled my pants down. I heard him let out a ragged breath as he took in my white lace panties and the patch of wetness spreading at the base. Cameron wrapped his arms around me and, bringing his hands to my bare ass he lifted me up on the edge of the sink counter. Spreading my legs he stood between them, looking down at my soaking thong he licked his lips again. My pussy ached in anticipation. As if he’d read my mind, he brought his fingers to my pussy and pulled aside the thin fabric of my underwear, revealing the gleaming pink of my lips. Gently, he traced a finger up my slit and brought it to my quivering clit. I tried to muffle my whimper as he teased me, tracing slow lazy circles around it.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to find out what your pussy tastes like?” He asked, and then my breath was gone, taken in a gasp by the feeling of his tongue caressing my clit. I could feel his cool breath on my exposed pussy as he licked me, gently at first, bent between my legs, holding me open for him. He moaned quietly as he continued to explore me, licking into my hole and tasting the wetness that waited for him there. His tongue plunged deep again and I watched his eyes roll back as he lapped me up. Then his tongue returned to my clit and after licking it deeply he took it in his mouth and softly, sweetly, sucked on it.
“Holy fucking shit” I gasped. I had tried not to, but the sensation coming from his mouth on my clit was too overwhelming. At the sound of my voice he raised up from between my legs and glared at me. His mouth was wet, I could see my juices running down his chin.
“If I have to tell you to be quiet one more time…” he was faking angry, but it still managed to turn me on even more, which I hadn’t thought was possible.
“I’m sorry” I panted. ‘Your tongue feels so fucking good.”
“And you taste so. Fucking. Sweet.” He dived down again and resumed work on my clit, less gently this time, licking and sucking with a desperation that had me cry out again despite my best efforts. He wasn’t making it easy for me. This time he didn’t stop, he just took his hand from where it had been holding my thigh open and moved it roughly to cover my mouth. I instantly gushed, and he looked up again to meet my eyes while he tasted it, mouth full of me.

I could feel my orgasm building as I squirmed under his hand, pressed against the dirty bathroom sink, Cameron devouring my cunt like an animal. I moaned and panted into his hand which held strong against my mouth, and feeling me get close he took his other hand and began to slide his fingers, one, then two, into my dripping hole. I gasped when he curled his fingers inside me, gently stroking my g-spot as he continued to suck lightly on my pulsing clit. I arched my back, climax building until it exploded and my vision became a blur of blackness and flashing white. His hand couldn’t contain the sound I made when I came, it escaped through his fingers, a whimpering yelp as I melted down his other wrist.
Cameron moved quickly then, pulling me down off the counter and pushing me roughly to my knees.
“Time to shut you up” he said quietly, looking down at me. I reached up to grab his belt, the outline of his hard cock showing through the layer of fabric. With his belt undone I unzipped and pulled down his pants and boxers. Shit. I admired the sight of his thick cock and it’s soft pink head for just a moment before taking it in my mouth. I began to work him, taking him a little bit at a time, licking and sucking gently on the tip, working my way down the shaft. He let out a quiet groan and, encouraged, I began to take him deeper in my throat, pushing myself to take it all. Faster and deeper now I began to gag as I slobbered on his throbbing dick. I wanted to please him so bad. Wanted to make him feel the intense wave of pleasure he’d made me feel. With one hand I began to stroke his balls, cradling them each and rolling them softly along my palm. He moaned again, and I removed his cock from my throat to look up and make fun of him.

“Shut up” I mocked, and in response he grabbed the back of my hair and shoved his dick back down my throat. I gagged again and eagerily resumed pleasing him, enjoying the sensation of his shaft flexing and vibrating against my tongue as I coaxed him to a peak, his cock growing harder and fuller in my mouth.
“Stop” he said. I obliged, a bit bewildered, having already tasted his precum salty on my tongue. But I understood. I stood up and turned around to face the mirror, bending over the sink and slowly pulling down my soaked panties as I did, exposing my holes to him. He let out a low growl and gripping his rock-hard dick at the base he lined its head up against the entry to my vagina. I bit my lip, anxiously waiting for him, pushing gently back, ready to receive him. Wanting so badly for him to take me, while also reveling in the thrill of the anticipation. He teased me for another moment, sliding the head of his dick, wet with my saliva and his precum, around my entrance. I met his eyes once more in the mirror, and although I was sure they said enough I still felt inclined to speak out loud.

“Please.” With that he began to enter me. I felt hot pressure as he pushed in, his width stretching open the walls of my right pussy and we both moaned with pleasure, the heat and wet from his cock mixing with the heat and wet of my pussy, fitting like a custom glove.
“Jesus Christ” he muttered. He still hadn’t entered me fully, just antagonizing me with half his length as he slowly stretched me open to take all of him. His hands went to my hips as he slowly gave me more and more. I continued to watch him in the mirror as he stared down, drinking in sight of my ass sliding back on to him, pussy gripping tight, coaxing him deeper and deeper inside me until he eventually thrusted hard, giving me all of him, unable to contain himself anymore.
Pushing against the sink I slammed back to meet his thrust and he groaned, picking up his pace to keep up with my eager cunt. I threw my head back and he wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling until he could reach my throat with his other hand.
“Please” I whispered again, and his fingers closed around my neck, applying more and more pressure, sending wave after wave of pleasure though my body as he continued to pound me relentlessly. He grunted, no longer concerned with keeping quiet, as he slammed into me, pushing me again against the counter, his hand still squeezing my throat. With every pound the head of his dick stroked my g-spot, and I felt another orgasm beginning to build. Greedily I pursued it, reaching one hand down between my legs to rub my clit in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Oh my god.” I came again with a cry only muffled by his hand on my throat, restricting my air.
“I’m close” he breathed in response, voice raspy with lust, and looking up to meet his wild eyes in the mirror one more time, I took my hand off my clit and moved it again to his balls, and then back to stroke his taint, working him until I felt him begin to clench and shake. Without a word he pulled back, sliding out of me, and I turned to drop to my knees. Looking up at him I opened my mouth and allowed him to shoot his hot load down my throat and across my face.
For a moment we didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just remained, me kneeling the floor and him standing above me, panting and sweating, glowing in the aftermath of our orgasms. Then reality came rudely crashing back. Cameron handed me a wad of toilet paper and I muttered a thanks, standing up and wiping the worst of the cum off my face before splashing it with cold water from the sink. When I turned around Cameron was already dressed, looking at me, waving the bag of coke and offering me a hesitant half smile. I smiled back and nodded, feeling not exactly awkward, but vulnerable. I gathered my clothes and got dressed hastily as he cut up more lines on the back of his phone, on the counter where we had just fucked. Retrieving the bill again he snorted his line, and then me mine. Another moment passed and then turned to me and touched my face with surprising tenderness.
“Don’t worry, Teddy,” Cameron said, reading my mind again, “it’ll be fine. I’ve got to get going.” He flashed me the time on his phone, which now read 2:37am and I swore softly. He gathered his bag and his coat and then, offering me a final smile, he was gone. I stood there alone for a while, staring at myself in the mirror, looking at the redness around my throat that his hand had left.

That was the last time I saw him. The next day we received notice by email that the bar and kitchen would be closed until further notice, due to growing concern over the rapidly spreading virus. A few days later we were laid off. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know who to tell. I want to text him but I don’t know if I can risk his girlfriend seeing. Maybe he told her. Maybe he never wants to see me again. If he doesn’t, maybe that would be for the best. I know I shouldn’t reach out, but fuck, I can’t stop thinking about it… replaying it… the tension in the air before he touched me, the smell of his breath, the way he looked between my thighs, eyes rolling back as his warm tongue savoured me. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to find out what your pussy tastes like?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fs0gn3/i_f_got_into_trouble_with_my_coworker_m_the_night