Almost [f]ucking [m] old coworker at a truckstop with an unintended audience

***follow up to boss (disclaimer: used in place of name)***

after the intial *incident* boss and i were uh, trying our best to go back to professionalism. mistakes had been made, i never told sera and i knew that there was nooo way in hell hed told his girlie. we had a couple social whatevers with friendly co-workers that were mildly uncomfortable but very manageable

generally, we were successful… aside from the standard bit of dirty texting when one of us had a few drinks but hey! wed just pretend that never happened the next day so it was totally fine, right?

i still thought about it. more than i should have realistically. it had been a long time since id had that kind of chemistry with someone, and so desperately wanted to touch them taste them and generally just rip their clothes off in public. i dont think it was entirely returned (maybe i just caught him at a weak moment), but that just made continuing to work together ~although not closely~ doable

so we coexisted and generally did our best to pretend nothing had ever happened

unfortunately, a month or so later i had a night where, well… my self control was a little lacking. wed texted on and off, usually flirty but never agreeing to or discussing in person plans. however that night i was turned on, and frustrated by the fact i kept thinking about this BOY. was it the difference in control? was it just chemical? i was relatively certain feelings didnt play into anything but… i hated being uncomfortable

so i had a smoke (a rare stress indulgence) aaaand then another. and then pulled the dreaded “hey we should chat” card. did we need to? was i just planning nefarious things? i didnt even know what i wanted really. i wanted to stop feeling out of my element! probably i wanted to fuck him and get him out of my system, but reallly i knew the likelihood of that was slim to none

he didnt respond. well, in for a penny, in for a pound right? i have so much shame over this but. i double texted. then, feeling antsy with an hour to kill before grabbing sera, i went for a drive

i ended up parking somewhere nearby work, just the parking lot of a coffee stop that truckers frequently visited. i texted him telling him where I was, called him a chicken, got a coffee…then sat in my car reevaluating my life decisions for about oh, twentyfive minutes

i was just about to leave when

all of the sudden, a truck pulls up beside my car, give a guess who was in it. my heart rate spiked, annoyance or wanting, i had no idea

at this point id been thinking long enough that i really had zeroo intention of being bad. definitely time to pull the plug on the flirting, let alone the otherr things! what the actual hell were we doing. i hopped out and got into his passenger seat

“oh hey, didnt think youd show” smooth me, really smooth. apparently my college educated ass got a littlee flustered round him, how unfortunate

“well i had to didnt i?” he raised an eyebrow at me. “you were jus gonna blow up my phone if i didnt”

damnit “look im sorry bout that, you were right. dont know why the hell…” man. but he looked good. that was irritatingg. frustrated with myself and how i couldnt stop thinking about getting my hands, my mouth, and the rest of me all over him and definitely ashamed that i was instantly turned on thinking about the last time we lost control

“no i swear i just wanted to talk. ummm.”

everything i had meant to say about this being a bad idea, about cutting off the flirting, about professionalism. blank. the cocky smirk that always seemed to replace the generally ~happy go lucky guy at work~ whenever we were alone caused the rest of my resolve to vanish damn near as fast as my clothes would have if given half a chance

there was this divider in between the two truck seats. and all the sudden all my brain could fixate on was that divider. maybe a foot between us and the vibee just. changed?

“boss, you should really move that”

“oooh no. i dont think THAT would help the talkin now would it?”

“you should really really really move that” i could feel myself getting warm, almost like there was an electrical current playing over my skin

“if i move that we are just going to get ourselves in trouble and you know it! plus i have to get my girl from work in half an hour”

we made eye contact, and i reached to pull that damn barrier out of the way. i struggled for a second before he reached over to help

“ah hell”

mouths on eachother, hands reaching up to run over my tits, down my sides. kissing down his neck and tasting his skin

“we’re in a parking lo.. ” he trailed off as i reached for his belt

“uh huh” i could feel myself start to get wet and felt like my nerves were shot to hell. “point, boss?” i fumbled with his buckle. i don’t fumble!

“we shouldnt…” he dipped his head down to my nipples and started playing with them with his tongue and teeth. guess *shouldnt* didnt stack up to (my admittedly) pretty great distractions

holy. shit. nipple play for me is normally… well, its nice! but nothing to write home about. this felt like there was a damn wire from whatever he was doing with his mouth to my now soaked panties

i managed to get his pants undone and straddled him, just using my hands to stroke him while rocking my hips to just lightly grind a little. the only clothes off were my unbuttoned flannel and his unzipped pants but damn it felt like we were naked

“trouble. just plain trouble” those normally hazel eyes looked black as damn pitch in the parking lot lights and were eyeing me up like he wanted to absolutely take advantage of whatever trouble i was offering up

i caught light at the corner of my eye. a semi had pulled into the parking lot and stopped, but a good enough distance away. i dismissed it and turned back to the much more pressing matter at hand. also know as, what was in my hands

“dont pretend you dont like trouble boss” i bent down to eye his cock hungrily. i wanted him in my mouth, now. forgot that we were in public, forgot we were both on a deadline, forget anything but how he tasted and that little bit of a moan he made last time i teased him with my lips and took him to the back of my throat

“oh i like it thats the fucking problem!” he protested while simultaneously reaching down to give me slightly better access and twisting his hand into my hair, guiding me towards his straining hard on

i didnt start slow this time. i immediately took him as far as i could, choking a little. vehicle angles are hard (ha)! i began moving up and down and felt him thrusting just a little into my mouth

his hands began to trace along the waistband of my pants, barely dipping under. i felt myself tense just wanting, wanting. i stopping blowing him and began to stroke him again with my hands

“pleaaase boss” he looked like he was in a trance, we were touching each other but without him fulling touching me and I wanted him inside me, at least some damn part of him. he didnt appear to hear me, eyes half closed as i continued to tease him with my hands

well i knew how to make him hear me

i unzipped my pants, placed one of mine over the one that continued to slide along my hip. “please feel how wet i am daddy?”

his eyes snapped to meet mine and then my god. his hand moved down quickly, fingers sliding against my clit, and an intake of breath when he teased one finger inside me, then two. i started to grind against him, my hands on his cock, his hand down my pants. so close to breaking allllll of the rules

we continued to wind each other up tighter, tighter for another minute before lights, MUCH closer flickered

i looked up to see a veryyy amused trucker parked wayy way closer than i remembered begin to drive away. oh NO. no no no

“boss, how did you not notice?!” we both froze

“oh, i did! i assumed you did and didnt care!” he looked like he was half laughing, half annoyed

“of course i…” my phone rang. oh shit

“oh no is that…” his phone rang too

fuck. “we gotta go! god damnit that wasnt how that was supposed to” I hurried to button my shirt as he rezipped his pants. I rushed to get outta his truck.

“ill see you at work, boss. good talk!” i called over my shoulder as i fled the scene. still aching, still shakey

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