[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p5wzvm/first_time_posting_for_all_the_dirty_coworkers/) [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p6ljk5/dirty_coworkers_part_ii_mf_female_perspective/)
It’s a good thing it’s Friday. We made off for the day from work with each our own half-baked excuses. I drive him back to his car, still parked at the theater from last night. He thanks me with a kiss.
“Do you want to come over?” He says, eyes looking almost a little sad. “I’ve got nothing to do this weekend… just…. you.”
The double entendre makes me smile. The invitation is tempting, but the drive is untenable for my aged sedan. He senses my silent hesitation, and offers a ride.
“Come on, I’ll take you. And bring you back after.” The proposition becomes more compelling with the constraint of being at his whim. *He’ll bring me back when he’s done.*
“Only if I get to sit on your face when we get there” I say, with a smirk.
“Deal” he says.
He picks me up from my home after I drop off the car, the class divide between us apparent in his vehicle. It takes nearly an hour to get to his home deeper inland, away from the cooler temps near the ocean where I live.
We pull into a sunny, quiet suburban neighborhood. Manicured lawns and generous driveways lined the street, an omen of comfort. The street was somewhat empty, most kids still in schools and breadwinners away from their homes.
He owns a house!! That is why his commute is so long. I scold myself internally for what a turn-on homeownership is, especially in the expensive area we live. I recalled suddenly, right when he started working at my company, he’d just been going through a divorce.
“So… You live alone?” I probe, catching up to the idea I didn’t know what his living arrangements were. “Yeah” he says, with a pregnant pause and a look that a long story will come, much later. He withdraws the keys.
We step through the front doors, and enter into a neat and modern, nicely sized house. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was still nicer than anywhere I’ve ever lived.
We make our way forward through the hall, and I make a mental list of all the places I want to get railed at. Kitchen counter? Check. Living room couch? Definitely. As I continue to look around, the automatic blinds raise to reveal a sparkling pool and tub in his backyard.
“Want to go for a swim?” He suggests. We step outside into his yard.
His yard is beautiful; a decently sized pool and jet tub, seating and tables for meals outside under the shade, pool chaises, and a large, round daybed to the side; all surrounded by tall ficus trees in all directions; offering privacy.
“I don’t have my swimsuit..” I say, almost reflexively.
“You don’t need it.” He says, with a relaxed smile. “Take your clothes off.”
“Besides, there’s somewhere you need to dive into first….” I say, reminding him of our agreement.
He nods, and takes his shirt off and leads me to the large daybed. *He’s going to eat me out…. outside. I suppose you could say, I did this to myself.*
He sits back in the daybed, and looks up at me with a smile. *He’s gonna enjoy this.*
I wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra, not expecting to be anywhere else that day. A crop top and shorts was all that stood between my skin and the summer air.
*Well if he’s going to be like that, then I’m just going to put on a fucking show.* I run my hands slowly from my waistband to the bottom of my top, swaying peacefully and making flirty eye contact.
My hands slip underneath and grab my breasts, before the fabric has a chance to move up. I slide the top off smoothly, cupping my breasts in my arm. The summer sun is beaming down across my tits, and he is a fan. I wrap my other arm around, hiding my nipples.
I swivel my hips over to him, my movements like those of a hula dancer. I’m still coyly holding my breasts away from view. I point towards the zipper of my shorts. “Teeth.” I say, and look down upon him.
He complies, and unzips my already unbuttoned shorts with his teeth.
“Good.” I say, and remove one arm from my breasts; my nipples already hard behind the ruse. I let a nipple of one breast peek through my fingers, and I jiggle it. I move closer to him, my stomach near his face, and release my breast over his head, bouncing near his forehead. He looks at me in a joyful wonder.
I slowly slide my arm to expose my other breast, perking up in the sun. I squeeze it, and moan a little as my other hand slides my shorts down slowly. I drop the other titty on his head, and step out of my shorts. He is beaming now, but I have one last coup de grace.
I turn around, my ass standing right in front of him, seated. I spread my legs, and bend down to turn my pussy toward him, and I spread myself out.
He’s tented now, my little routine having achieved exactly what I intended. He reaches out, and puts his fingers on my wet, spread lips, and pushes his fingers into the hole. A delicious feeling, but still not his end of the bargain.
He lies back, and I kneel onto the daybed, crawling my way towards him. I straddle his face, and he places a tingly bearded kiss on my inner thigh, welcoming my body back to the devil’s playground of his tongue.
I sit down on his face, his tongue immediately finding my wet clit and sucking on. *Oh fuck yeah, that feels so good.* The familiar flick of his tongue ring meets my body once again. He grabs onto my ass, and dives deep into my wet hole, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I grind my hips into his face, my pussy threatening to take out his air supply at any moment. He’s flicking back and forth, and I feel my pussy tighten for a climax. I pull on his hair, and buck wildly and moan, as the orgasm rumbles out of me and onto his face.
I lay back into the daybed, content in securing his end of the agreement we made, and his face covered in my juices, in equal measure.
He steps away to fetch us a drink. He returns, with two drinks in hand, and a bottle of sunscreen. My drink, a ‘Sex on my Face’, his; an ‘Orgasm’. Fitting, I think.
We take a sip, as he runs his hand down my side. “We might be out here a while.” He says. “Let’s put some sunblock on.”
Being already naked, I really liked where this was going to be going.
He squirts some cream into his hands, and spreads it out, eyeing which part of me he wants to rub down first.
He runs his hands all over my back and shoulders, to my breasts; smearing them with the white lotion. Slow circles followed, with extra attention to my nipple, which had never seen the sun before.
He moves his hands down my side and inner thigh simultaneously, depositing more cream along my skin. He refills, and does the same for the other side, as I begin to realize what the sunscreen on the inside of my thighs is for.
Another squirt of sunscreen, with large, slow circles around my ass and thighs. Perfect.
He wipes the remaining cream off on himself, and I massage his shoulders and abs. I spread lotion all over his back, taking care to protect his beautiful tattoos. I pull his pants and boxer briefs off to leave a sunscreen handprint on his ass. *God, I hope that tans in.*
We step into the cool pool, a delectable reprieve from the hot, sticky summer air. I dive underneath, and flip my hair back as I emerge from the water’s surface. The cool water feels extra cool on my pussy lips, still sensitive from the ride. He swims up to me, wrapping his arms around my upper shoulders.
A tender kiss flows between us, confusing me for a second. *It’s so easy to give my body to whoever I want, whenever I want. But romance, that… is much harder to come by.*
I wrap my arms around his waist. I settle my chin on his shoulder, pondering if what we are experiencing are Actual Feelings.
We spend several hours floating naked in his pool; splashing each other, telling stories and sharing kisses. I’m sitting on the edge now, looking down at him, floating near my knees.
“I think I… like you.” He says, candidly. I pause, the earnest emotion not processing with me. I open my legs. “Yeah? Show me…” I say, hoping he would touch me again, avoiding answering his bold statement.
“I will.. And I mean it.” He says, standing, and kissing up my thigh, moving back towards my pussy. I lay back on the concrete and spread my lips for him; trying to lose myself in his tongue, avoiding the thoughts that hung over from that last statement. *Hey, I didn’t ask to be ‘liked’. I asked to be fucked. And he’s doing a marvelous job, but I didn’t ask to examine why I had a problem with being liked, either.*
My tension quickly melts as his perfect tongue writes all the unsaid words on my clit, expertly bringing me back to the shuddering waves of orgasm.
I kiss him again, and he steps away to fetch us champagne. “What are we celebrating?” I ask, as he returns with a cold bottle and two glasses.
“To the human orgasm, and… to whatever this is.” He says, waving his glass in his and my direction. The less sincere nature of his toast comforts me a little.
We finish our glasses, and he steps away again to rinse off in the outdoor shower. I lay back on a sun chair, my wet skin cooling off in the breeze. I raise the tilt on it, my vantage offering a full view of his muscular body, rinsing off in the distance. I spread my legs, and spread my pussy lips, looking at his body while he does not notice. My fingers stroke down, sliding over the wetness of my folds and multiplying the pleasure. I circle my tight little hole, thinking about how it feels when his cock is inside of me. I smile, as I think to myself all the dirty things we can do. I pinch my nipples while I finger-bang myself, all off in a daze.
“Hello, beautiful.” His voice sneaks up on me, in the middle of pleasuring myself.
He stands, sun behind him; enjoying the view of my juicy little pussy.
He kneels beside my chair, and takes over fingering my clit. His mouth grabs my hard nipple and sucks. I wish I could say I am getting over the feeling of him on my body, but each time, it is wet and hot and feels like the first time. He looks at me with devotion; I can sense that he yearns for my pleasure.
“I want to see what that tub jet can do to you.” He says, offering another delicious plan of action.
I wade into the multi-jet tub, with him close behind. He lifts my hips, and places my feet over the edge of the tub, floating on my back. I float towards the tub wall, the bubbles surrounding me as I prepare to line up my hips with my next lover, a pulsing bubble jet.
He stands next to me, supporting my back so my face and breasts float above the water. My nipples are still hard from my one-woman rodeo, and he sucks on my nipple as he guides my body over so that the stream is pulsing at my pussy.
I moan in bliss, my legs opening wide to maximize the sensation. Every little bubble of the jet is vying for control now, my hips shaking as I float in place, shuddering with pleasure and overwhelm. My hips thrust forward and backward, and he sucks my other breast. My moans are heavy and loud, shaking me from my core, and my orgasm begins to build. “I’m.. gonna cum…” I moan, weakly.
“Do it for me. Come for me, baby, say my name.” I hear. He’s watching every movement in my body, taking in the whole spectacle.
I am already crossing the apex as he commands. My hips are flying everywhere, and the jet, entering my hole, feels the same way as when a hot load fills me up. Only half of his name manages to escape my lips, as the jet finishes me off in outstanding fashion. I sigh, brought to orgasm for another time this afternoon at the hands of a handsome coworker, and his devious ideas.
He holds me in his arms in the water. I wonder where this little tryst will take us.
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