These are my “Wild Oats”.
This story is about me (27M) and the best FWB/Wingwomen Shila (22F)
Scroll to ******** for sexytime.
I started a part-time gig working for a company that caters various entertainment events. Basically, I was a bartender without any regulars. Anyone who has ever worked in the restaurant service industry with a group of people is acutely aware that you all work hard and then you play twice as hard. If you are going out with service industry folks and haven’t ever worked, or ever been with them- drink some god damn water! We’ve been training through alcoholism, shitty customers, and going to bed at 7 am on Tuesdays. Just a heads up. God, I miss that sometimes….sometimes.
As is with any group of coworkers that spends half their time drinking and sharing, bonds start to develop. After a year of working together, Shila caught my attention in a way that can’t be unseen.
Shila was going through the same thing I was in terms of figuring out how to be an adult and what to wear. I honestly can’t remember what she used to dress like because it was that forgettable. Think K-Mart clothes ad for Christians. Shila was a skinny blond white girl. A bit on the taller side at 5’10. Kind of a mousy look (high cheekbones, cute button nose) in a splendid way. And by the grace of god, she started presenting herself differently. Due to some family drama, she started self-advocating more and also dressing how she wanted. She became more open with me, which made me realize she was more of a badass than I knew. We became closer as friends and started texting randomly. Then she chopped her hair to shoulder length, put a color streak in that motherfucker, and threw on some chunky glasses. *(I wonder if Zoey Daschenal gets big glasses residuals?)* She had a combination of a small chest and bigger butt that made my little Kool-Aid man scream “oh yeah!” and cause minor property damage.
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One night over some American Spirit menthol cigs and bottom shelf wine, we end up out on a friend’s back porch after a gig. Sitting on one of those classic 20-somethings “old indoor couch that’s now outdoors”. Our co-workers were inside playing beer pong in the basement and we are outside around 3 am just chatting and comparing Tinder dummies. Shila mentions being annoyed with all the online bullshit and sometimes just wanting to get laid. Now, had this convo happened 5 years prior I would have just said “I KNOW RIGHT?! SUCKS, LATER BRO.”, and then left the party to go buy some milk for my mom. Oblivious. Not this time.
I held my hand out to her as a gesture to come sit closer. She took my outstretched hand and I pulled her next to me. She pushed up her glasses put her arms around my neck and threw her legs over mine. We started making out a bit, sort of testing the other person. She had a smaller mouth with little lips but was an excellent kisser. Some people have that rapport, and we did. I pulled her up on my lap and the tender lip kisses remained until there was a small pelvic on pelvic thrust. I don’t recall who thrust first, but that’s all it took for the electricity of that moment to command us. As she was slowly grinding on my lap the heat intensified. I ran my hand up the back of her head and through her hair with my fingers spread and then gently, but with the conviction of 1,000 Spartans, firmly pulled her head back slightly by her hair to kiss her neck.
She let out a “fuck” like she had been holding her breath for a decade. I began kissing up the side of her neck to behind her ear. She was more verbal than any partner I had previously and that was just dumping bullets into the campfire. I had that passion level of just wanting to kiss every freckle and also smell every hair product she’s used in the last three months. I wanted to just inhale her essence and horde it for eternity.
Shila is squeezing the back of my head and grinding away in her all-black server outfit. Her neck had a slight sweaty taste since it was after a shift but I wanted her to work a double. My hand moved down her back and I pulled her as close as I could by grabbing her soft “Bless me this is a handful” ass from behind and inside her work pants. She starts digging her right knee into the seat as she straddles me and I am confused until I realized what this beautiful creature was doing. At this point, my dick is that kind of hard that feels like it’s gonna shed its skin and a new shinier coat will be revealed. Shila knows this… she has isolated my still in the pants cock on my leg, through the fabric, and started dry humping it with her crotch and inner leg muscle. It was an ingenious direct pressure and it was working. She was hovering over me, “thrusting me” off. After a while, you can feel the heat and moisture coming from her crotch and I can only respond with, “mmm.”
She was still on my lap but raised up so I took advantage of this sexy angle. I untucked her shirt and started kissing up her stomach. I met a small bee tattoo but I didn’t have time to chat, not today bee, I needed those compact titties in my mouth, stat. I lift up her sports bra from the front and slowly kissed and licked around the bottom of both her little bee stings. I work up to the nipple and it’s of significant length. Fan-fucking-tastic. I devour the first one by rolling my tongue around it and leaning forward. She pulls me in from behind my back driving me further into her. She continues to grind on my dick feverishly as I attempt to hold my leg firm for her. She sounds close to coming and I wanted to make sure she had the right amount of pressure needed. Also, I really didn’t want to finish because at this level of arousal I would not only cum here but in multiple universes, for an endless loop of time.
I pull my mouth off of her chest and go back to kissing her. At this point, her glasses are hanging to the tip of her nose and she has some small strands of sweaty hair hanging down the front of her face. We lock eyes as I push her glasses up and tuck the hair strands behind her ears. We push our foreheads together as we are heading down the final stretch. She unbuttons my pants and pulls my dick out and start stroking myself while she circles the head with a wet finger and touches herself. Shila then looks at me, says “hey” and puts the two fingers she had been masturbating herself with into my mouth. I split them with my tongue as she put them in and could for the first time, truly taste Shila. I just turned into a primitive being. All I wanted was her juice. I told her how delicious she was and she told me she wanted me to cum. NOW.
She reached down, rubbed herself, and returned her newly wet fingers to my mouth. That’s all it took, I started coming while she pleasured herself and fed me her naughty wet fingers. I felt like I was still cumming when I felt her start to ascend. I led her free hands back down to herself (after cleaning her off them like a good boy) and raised my ass off the couch so she was in the air and held it as long as I could while we got her off. Her orgasm sounded like a mixture of surprise and a giggle. We collapsed on the couch and did the whole “well that happened” “sure did” exchange.
Shila pushed her glasses up on her face and smiled while reaching for a lighter and her Spirits.
This is an enjoyable exercise in reliving some past events, I hope you enjoyed it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/onrcqv/wild_oats_im_hang_with_coworker_shilaf
Very well written! Did you have more adventures together?