Back in college I had one of those great low-effort on campus jobs in the student union. Basically all I had to do was walk around the building every couple hours and make sure it’s still there. Every now and then we’d set up or take down some AV stuff. Tons of downtime. My coworker Annie and I often worked overlapping shifts and we got along pretty well.
Like most college kids, we had hormones. Those hormones would often spur us to talk and tease about sexual things. She’d brag to me about whatever sexual conquest she had last weekend, I would (jokingly) brag about my size, etc. We’re both very sarcastic and could play off each other for hours with that style of humor. One time we were walking down a hallway and she abruptly stopped in front of me and her hand swung backwards right into my crotch. I joked that if she wanted to get her hands on it, she can just ask. That kind of teasing.
As time went on, I became bolder with my sexual jokes with her. I would often tease her that she’s more of a prude than I am and that I’m more comfortable showing off my body than she is. One time in particular we were sitting in the break room with a few other student workers and we were all joking around, wasting valuable university time.
I shot her a text as a joke: “Stop eyeballing me like that. Some of the others might notice how madly attracted to me you are.”
I watched her as she picked up her phone and rolled her eyes with a slight laugh.
“Oh yes, I’m absolutely dying to be alone with you,” she responded. This was before “/s” was a thing, but her message was clearly dripping with sarcasm.
“There’s a ton of empty rooms in the building, pick one and we can make your wildest dreams come true,” I replied.
She read that message and I could see her chuckle and shake her head slightly before continuing her conversation with the person next to her.
A few minutes later I texted her again, “I’m gonna pretend to go to the bathroom. I’ll be in room 315. Come by in a few minutes so we can finally get this going.”
I was trying my best to walk the very fine line between dripping sarcasm and maybe hinting that something *could* happen. I got up and pretended to check a few rooms before going into room 315. It was almost never in use and Annie and I were the only ones who had keys to open it up anyways (other than the janitors, who often did much less work than us anyways). I figured I’d hang around there for a few minutes, then walk around and continue to count down until my shift was over.
To my surprise, 5 minutes later Annie unlocked the door and walked in. I suppose the sight of me hunched over on my phone wasn’t that particularly attractive. She laughed and said, “Is this the supposed dream come true I’ve been waiting for? How charming.”
Without missing a beat, I shot back, “Well I wasn’t going to waste all my time getting undressed and have you leave me out in the cold.”
“Yeah right, you’re too chicken to ever show me anything anyways.”
At this point is when I started to think mayyyybe she wasn’t just being her normal sarcastic self and there might be a shot here. I decided to push back and teased, “I’m not ashamed. I bet you’d be the one too afraid to show me anything.”
She paused for a second. The look on her face looked like she was internally considering something and the line between sarcasm and actual desire was being considered. I broke the silence and said, “Ok how about this. I go topless if you go topless. That’s fair.”
She bellowed out a big laugh. “Yeah, sure, you get to see my tits and I get to see your scrawny chest? Yeah that’s totally fair.”
I wanted to see how much I can push things. “Ok, you’re right. I’ll go bottomless if you show me your tits. That’s more than fair.”
I think I caught her totally off guard with that offer because she suddenly stopped laughing. She looked me in the eye for a second, and then as if to call my bluff, confidently declared, “Deal.”
She started to pull off her shirt, leaving her just in her bra while demanding I drop my pants. I pulled my pants down leaving me in my boxers. I was starting to get a bit hard and my boxers were doing nothing to hide it.
“Go on, you know what to do,” she said with no sarcasm in her voice anymore.
I dropped my boxers to the ground while she simultaneously undid her bra and placed it on the table next to her. We both stood there for a moment, looking directly at each other, no attempts to hide where we’re staring. Her boobs were perfect. Perky and big enough to be a handful. My dick was at half mast and growing, something she couldn’t stop looking at.
After what seemed like forever, while still looking at my now fully hard dick, she whispered, “Can I touch it?”
At this point, any pretense of teasing was gone. We both wanted to finally see where this could go sexually and we weren’t going to stop now. I didn’t say anything but reached out to her and brought her hand to my dick. She immediately wrapped her fingers around it and slowly started stroking it up and down. I moaned slightly at the sensation and reached out to cup both her tits in my hands. No more sarcasm or joking. We both knew what we wanted now.
After massaging her tits for a minute while she stroked me with two hands, I reached one hand down and slipped it under her waistband and into her panties. Her pussy was soaking wet. I ran my index finger up and down her lips, teasing her clit. Every time I rubbed against it she let out a deep moan. I leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, “Take it off and get on the table.”
She didn’t hesitate for a second. She stepped back, and in one movement her pants and panties were on the floor and discarded. She climbed up on the table behind her, with her arms propping her up and her legs spread wide and dangling over the edge. Her pussy was on fully display. I knelt down and planted my face between her legs. I gave her one long, slow lick up her lips, ending with her clit which I circled my tongue around a few times, eliciting a series of moans from Annie.
I didn’t want to waste any time. I stood up and held by dick in my hand, rubbing my head up and down her slit. I looked into her eyes waiting for permission. She just slightly nodded and wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me into her. In that moment, months of teasing and joking all reached its climax. Her pussy was perfectly tight and wet, enveloping my dick with every thrust. Her tits bounced as I pounded, with my hands alternating between playing with them and reaching down to rub her clit. The entire situation was more than I could handle. After a few minutes I leaned forward, whispering, “I’m close” in her ear. She responded huskily, “Give it to me. Cum in my pussy and fill me up.”
That was all I needed. I exploded, pumping deep into her as she came too. My legs almost couldn’t hold me up after a few seconds when my orgasm subsided. I noticed now that we were both panting and trying to catch our breaths. When we finally relaxed a bit and I pulled out. We got dressed silently, both relishing the moment. When we were dressed and about to leave the empty room, to ease any potential tension or awkwardness, I asked, “As good as you imagined?”
Without missing a beat, she retorted, “You’re welcome, I know you’ll never get a fuck as good as that one. I’m just out here doing charity.”
Back to the status quo.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/roqyrm/sneaking_around_with_a_college_coworker_mf
Great story! Did she continue her charitable acts with you?