[FM] Fucked my co-worker in his car when we got stranded on a beer run for the Christmas party

“Taylor, would you go and grab us more alcohol,” my boss, Seth, said with two hundred dollars sticking out of his fingers. It was the firm Christmas party. I had been working for my dad’s friend as an administrative assistant for a few months at this point. My job often included running errands for him, so I wasn’t overly surprised by the request, though I was a little bummed that I had to leave the party.

“Sure thing,” I said, taking the bills from Seth’s hand. The only problem with this, of course, was that I was a little tipsy, so when I tried to grab my keys I felt a hand grab my arm.

“I don’t think so.” I heard from my side. Jorge my Latino co-worker was smiling at me, but almost with scorn. “You’ve been drinking, and I can’t let you do anything stupid. I’ll drive.” He grabbed his keys and we headed out.

Jorge was basically my work husband. He was technically my superior, but he never acted like it. We often ate our lunches across from each other in the break room, and we sparked a quick friendship. He was funny, and pretty cute too, though I can’t say that I was ever sexually attracted to him before that night. He was a few years older than me. He was taller than me, but shorter than any other guy I’ve been with—maybe 5’8” or 5’9” (not that I really have a preference, I love my short kings). He had an athletic looking build, and I’d be lying if I said I never did a quick bulge check. He was Latino, and had black hair and deep brown eyes—a contrast from my dyed blonde hair and blue eyes. I’d never been with anyone other than white guys before, again, not really intentional, it’s just what happened.

Before our beer run, the only Latin men I had thought about fucking were in my romance novels. But I’m glad Jorge was my first.

We got to the liquor store and bought a good amount of alcohol: whiskey, alcoholic egg nog (my favorite), some gin, vodka, beer, and wine. What didn’t seem that ideal (at first) was on our trip back to the party, Jorge’s car broke down. It turned out to be some belt in the car, but the car completely shut off. It was freezing outside, and the cold was beginning to creep into the car as the heat faded. Jorge called a tow company, but they said it would take over an hour. I tried calling my boss, but he wasn’t picking up. I could have got an Uber, but I didn’t want to leave Jorge by himself.

So there we sat in Jorge’s car. My arms were fine, but I was wearing only a dress and a coat and my legs were so cold. Jorge saw me shivering, and trying to be a gentleman gave me his coat for my legs while we talked, trying to distract ourselves from the cold. I don’t know if it was the liquid courage still coursing through my veins, but I started to get more than a bit flirty. I had flirted with Jorge before, but the intimacy of being stuck in his cold broken down car started to make the situation a little hotter.

Maybe it was the cold or maybe it was the boredom as we waited for a tow but all of a sudden Jorge and I were looking at each other a little differently. Things really got spicy when I said “screw it” and popped open the alcoholic egg nog, took a swig and handed it to him. I instantly started to feel warm again as the heat from the alcohol spread through me. Before we knew it, we had emptied about a fourth of the bottle and my vagina/alcohol brain was starting to take over. We were both giggling and now openly flirting with each other, and I began to seriously think about making a move on Jorge. I found my mind wondering what it would be like to have sex with him.

I’d never had sex in a car before.

I also realized I had grown more comfortable with Jorge since his car broke down, which for me definitely made him a bit more attractive. I felt safe with him, even in that frigid car.

My memory is a little bit fuzzy due to the alcohol, And I don’t really remember exactly how we started kissing, but I certainly remember the kiss itself. Hot is one word to describe it. It’s like his lips completely thawed me out. It was gentle at first, I was just pressing my lips against his. Then our mouths opened and I slipped my tongue just barely against his lower lip, nervous at first, but then he put his hand in my hair and we began making out, hard.

I could have stopped it all at a kiss. Well, at least sober me could have. But I didn’t want to.

“We—shouldn’t—be—doing this,” he said between breaths and kisses. I was quite confident that he was only being chivalrous and wanted to make sure that I wanted this just as bad as he did.

“We don’t have to tell anyone,” I said with a grin that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than seductive.

It hadn’t been that long since I had had sex, actually. But it had been long enough. You all remember the boy whose mother walked in on him splooging my face. We had been fucking all summer before he went off to college, so it had been a few months.

We didn’t disrobe, it was too cold for that, but I did take off my coat so Jorge could check out my cleavage. And he was mesmerized. I giggled and climbed into the back seat of his car and beckoned him to me.

We continued making out in a horizontal position now, him on top, and I could feel his penis grinding up against me through his pants, and I started grinding back as I was lost in lust (though, not so lost to wonder when the tow truck would arrive.)

When our long kiss broke off, I said, “I am so wet,” as I looked into his chocolate eyes.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “I can’t believe we are doing this.”

“Oh we are doing this!” I responded in a teasing tone, beginning to unzip his pants from below. No words were exchanged as I reached into his pants and took his erection out. He was bigger than I guessed he would be—his cock had the biggest head I had ever seen in person—and it was standing straight in the air, cold air be damned. The windows to Jorge’s car were completely steamed up. He spread my legs and reached in between them with one hand, easily pushing my thong aside and dipped a finger inside of me.

I gasped at the sudden intrusion, but loved the feeling of it. I could hear my liquids making noise against his finger’s ministrations.

I groaned as his fingers left me, but gasped again as he shoved his bulbous cock inside my pussy, sliding in again with ease, and sheathing fully inside.

“Am I your first Latino?” He asked.

I nodded affirmatively then asked if he had ever fucked a white girl. I was sure he had.

“Not like you,” he replied. And fuck, I know it was cheesy, but I melted, kissing him again.

Jorge laid against me as we started bumping uglies, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed.

“Oooohhh,” I smiled and sighed in pleasure as his cock plunged deep inside of my moist pussy over and over again. I had been on the pill for a while now, and I hate condoms, so I wasn’t about to remind him that he was fucking me bare. I didn’t want him to reach for a surprise rubber stowed inhis glove box or something.

I wrapped my arms around my Latin lover and held him closer as I moaned into his ear, taking the steady pumps from his hips.

“Fuck me,” I said under my breath. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I pled.

He picked up with both speed and force and his balls were slapping hard against my ass. My nails sank into his back over his shirt, and he was sucking on my neck and ever increasing the pace of his thrusts into my splashing pussy.

I’m sure the car was rocking wildly there on the side of the road, but I didn’t care. We breathed in each other’s air as he stared into my eyes, pumping in and out of my cunt.

“Ohhh fuck, Jorge,” I moaned as his flesh slapped against mine. He reached and pulled the top down off of my breasts. My 34DD’s bounced out happily out and began to jiggle wildly as he fucked me.

He held himself up with one arm while his free hand started to rub my clit and he continued railing me.

“Oooohh, shit, Jorge,” I moaned even louder. He was fucking me so hard now. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh FUCK, baby!”

His stamina was impressive and we were both covered in sweat despite the cold. I had no idea how long we had been fucking, but I didn’t want it to stop.

I was close, very close. “Fuck, don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum! You’re gonna make me cum! Oh my God, you’re gonna make me cum!” Thankfully, he didn’t yield. His giant cock head was rubbing deliciously against my g-spot.

“Ooooohhhh fuuuuuccckkk,” I gasped, as he pushed me over the edge. He grabbed my boobs and thrust powerfully, holding his dick all the way inside me as my pussy lips convulsed around him and my hips quivered. It was a very good cum—like a vaginal and clitoral orgasm at the same time.

As my orgasm subsided, my eyes focused on the Latin man above me, and I asked if there was another position he’d like to try.

He didn’t even hesitate. He pulled out, leaving an empty void in my pussy before roughly flipping me over onto my stomach. He positioned my ass in the air and pushed himself back inside of me from behind, holding my hips tightly. That is one of my favorite positions now. I could get fucked like that all day.

Egging him on, I began to beg him to pound me. “Oooohhh, fuck me hard, Georgie.” I sometimes used the English version of his name as a nickname for him, and by the way he was fucking me, I could tell he liked it.

He was pounding me into the leather seats of his Audi, clutching my ass in his hands as he roughly drove his man-meat into my pussy.

“Oooooohhh fuck! Yes, I can take it! Give it to me!” I cried out gripping the seat and encouraging him to go harder as his hips slapped against my ass loudly.

A few minutes more of fucking and I sensed Jorge begin to slow down, and I knew he was ready to cum.

“Where do you want to cum?” I asked.

“In your mouth,” he answered. I’m glad he said my mouth, because anywhere else would have been rather hard to clean up before the tow truck arrived.

For another minute or so, Jorge fucked me in his back seat, our skin smacking in congress as we fucked until he reached his limit and quickly pulled out, taking his dick in his hand and stroking it as I repositioned myself and took his cock in my mouth, slick and bitter from my pussy juices, and began to bob my head and stroke the base of his cock.

Jorge let out a guttural groan as his cock began to paint the inside of my mouth. I moaned as I tasted him and felt his thick hot semen shoot against my tongue and tonsils. Now I usually swallow anyway—easier cleanup—but I didn’t really have a choice here. I looked up at Jorge, showed him his load like I had seen in countless pornos, and gulped his spunk down with a smile. I’m a people pleaser.

“Holy shit,” Jorge muttered.

We both sat up, and smiled. I expected it to be awkward now that our lust was fading, but it wasn’t really. We both climbed back into the front.

“I’m glad the tow truck took so long,” I said with a grin on my face.

I’m not sure if the tow truck guy or anyone back at the party knew that we had fucked. I reapplied my makeup and fixed my hair—but you know how you can just tell sometimes.

We never did tell anyone about our hook-up, but we did talk about it between the two of us a few times over the course of the next couple weeks. A couple months later, I had to quit for my school schedule and other reasons, and we lost touch.

I did drunkenly text him one night only to find out he was dating someone. So, we probably won’t fuck again, but you never know.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xdoys0/fm_fucked_my_coworker_in_his_car_when_we_got