{Bare with me as this is the first of a few parts to this story. The true lust of the story wonât happen until the end of Part 1 and beyond but the build up is necessary. Please revert to The Prelude before starting Part 1. Trust me. Enjoy the ride!}
Just over eight years ago I came home from college with a BA in Sport Management , a minor in Psychology, and had just gone through a breakup with someone I had been with for about two years. I immediately went back to work that summer at a downtown bar where I had worked off and on for about four years. Itâs a popular spot in a greater metropolitan area thatâs home to about 200,000 people and a state university. The bar, filled with mostly early 20âs to early 30 year olds, was always packed. Always. Tuesday through Saturday night. Even when the university wasnât in session. Needless to say, fresh off of a split, I was primed for a rebound or two.
As I planned the next moves of my life I worked four days/nights a week. Picking up shifts here and there. Making great, quick money and enjoying my free time as much as I could. I was 23. I was single. And I was swimming in a sea of people trying to fuck. I worked in the kitchen during dinner shifts, I worked as a bar back for a while at night, I bussed tables, bounced, anything and everything I could do I did. I mostly enjoyed working front of house and behind the bar because it put me in front of a ton of women.
During this time is when I started working with âThe Princessâ. Weâll call her âPâ for short. She was a waitress and she and I worked pretty much every shift together. She was, to say the least, voluptuous. Three years younger than I am, about 5â6, blonde, big brown eyes, thicc af, a nice plump ass, and absolutely stacked. She was hot and she knew it. I think the most impressive part about her features was that she hid it all exceptionally well. She never dressed in short shorts or super low cut shirts or anything too revealing. P was definitely more conservative at that age. She was also a little ditzy and more than a little stuck up. Honestly, if she wasnât so self absorbed I would have tried dating her but I could never get past the âprincessâ side of her even though we did become good friends.
She was in a relationship at this point but she always had something to complain about when it came to her bf and it never stopped her from openly flirting with me. She was stuck up but we could still find things in common enough to get a conversation going and it would almost always lead into her relationship, my break-up, and any of the typical workplace drama we all experienced together. It was a work flirt situation and no boundaries were ever tested at this stage of our relationship.
While she was underage (20) she still found a way to come out on weekends occasionally. Not often as she was still in a relationship and was more of a homebody. But here and there she would show up with a friend or two. One friend in particular I noticed would be with her nearly every time she stepped out.
And here entersâŚ.âThe Wildcardâ.
âWCâ for short, was almost the complete opposite in terms of personality and body type. Where P was conservative, WC was liberal. WC is shorter, about 5â1. Slimmer, dark hair, dark eyes, not much of an ass but very tight. Her tits are proportionate to her body (so I thought at the time) but looked great in the lace bras she would normally wear. She also had a nice mouth. Big smile. Nice lips. Idk about yâall, but I have a thing for a nice mouth (think Emmy RossomâŚIs there a mouth kink? I feel like there should be!).
She was a little more quick witted, smoked Cowboy killers, and was definitely not afraid to do a shot or two.
The pair of them complimented each other well but P always made it about herself and completely threw WC in her shadow. I later found out that she did it for a reason but Iâll explain that later. At the time my eyes were definitely fixed on P and that bodacious package that I couldnât have. And I wanted her. Bad. It was honestly a mix of the little fucking brat she could be and the bombshell body She was clearly hiding under that conservative facade.
WC worked at another new artisan pizza shop downtown and she would come by for a drink after her and P would finish their shifts. I saw them together a lot for a while. And got to know them well.
Fast forward about 6 monthsâŚ
I continued to work with P at the bar for the summer and into the fall but ultimately made the decision to move to a bigger city about an hour north to pursue a job in my field. It was a dream scenario at my favorite college growing up as a kid. I moved into a house with a bunch of friends in a neighborhood filled with young professionals and grad students. It was pretty much just college all over again except I needed to work a second job to pay my bills because this âdreamâ scenario didnât pay much. So I kept my job at the bar an hour south and worked on the weekends. I would work limited hours at the university up north from Monday to Thursday afternoon and then leave on Thursday night to head to my shift and essentially work a marathon weekend from Thursday night to Sunday morning. I would couch surf at friends houses or at my aunts because they all lived close to downtown and I was only really sleeping fit a few hours and then heading right back to work.
In the meantime, P had gone back to school. But instead of going to her original state school about three hours away she transferred her credits to the local university where weâre from so she could move in with her bf and âsave some moneyâ. Ultimately, that was a bad move on their part and they split about 6 months after moving in with each other. A month or so before they split is when things started heating up between us. I was still living up north and coming south for the weekend to work my bar marathon and she ended up picking up more shifts. She could not stop talking about how jealous she was about my living situation and how she felt trapped in her relationship with her bf now that she moved in with him. I honestly felt bad for this guy at times because I could see how difficult it must be to share a space with her. She wanted things done her way and she almost always got it. But, they really werenât the best pair as he was more of a pushover and she started to get bored by their lack of social life. He worked a lot of hours in a good position at an engineering firm locally. But she was ready to bust out.
Not only did we start diving deeper into her issues but we also started to get more handsy with each other while at work. Iâd brush by her in the kitchen and would run my hand across her lower back and down her hip to move her in one direction or the other. She used every opportunity to get close to me and rub her tits against me. She started wearing these see through leggings while waiting tables and would ask me every shift if I could see her panties. FUCK YEAH I COULD SEE THOSE PANTIES! The tension continued to build and build until one night I was getting ready for the second leg of my double and she drunkenly made a move on me. She had finished her shift and took a few shots with some regulars sitting at the bar. Something she never did. When she saw me she pulled me into the kitchen and told me she was probably done with her bf.
âI think if I donât break up with this dude, I may lose my mind,â she said with one hand on my arm and her glazed over eyes trying to steady their gaze.
âI donât blame you,â I said, âYou may as well break it off now before you do something youâll regret laterâ. I could not have been more smug.
Now, I admitâŚI bated that moment. And I didnât care because it worked. Not three seconds after the last word escaped my mouth her lips were on mine and we started making out against the cooler. My hands immediately went to the ass I had been fantasizing about grabbing for months. I took her hands from my body and pinned them above her head with one quick motion. She moaned instantly and started grinding her pelvis on my dick that had gotten rock hard. With my left hand pinning both of her hands above her head I then took my right and grabbed the blonde hair that fell behind her head. I tilted it back to expose her neck. Her skin was so soft and smooth (I later had to ask her where she got the moisturizer cream she used because she felt and tasted incredible). I slowly but firmly began kissing her neck and every time I went back in I tugged her hair to let her know she wasnât going anywhere. I fucking loved it. And so did she. She acted like such an obnoxious boss bitch at times that I had literally dreamed about pulling that move for months. I then released my right hand from her hair and began to caress those perfectly firm and full tits. They truly are amazing. She was blessed with a perfect rack and delicious little light pink nipples. I moved my mouth back to her lips and softly started sucking and biting her bottom lip.
Of course, though, not long after it all started (the passion filled moment lasted all of 30-45 seconds) it came to a screeching halt. My eyes glanced up when the door to the kitchen opened and we were no longer alone. Unfortunate because we were quite discreet about our flirtation. She immediately recoiled and hustled out of the kitchen in an embarrassing stumble. She left me there, hard as I could possibly be, without a word.
To be continuedâŚ
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qb9mvw/the_completely_unintentional_yet_very_satisfying