When I was in university, before I figured out guys would pay me for hand jobs (see my other confession…😆) I worked nights at a telecommunication company assembling phones. I worked with a guy who was cute, funny, interesting, interested in me… BUT he had a girlfriend. We would flirt at work, he’d make comments, I’d make comments – everything was innocent enough. We did go out to the bars from time to time together, but nothing ever happened. He dropped me off at home (he didnt drink that night, I did), and he stood on my step and talked to me for hours. He told me I had everything he wanted in a girl, we laughed, we cried and knew that it wouldn’t workout because he didnt have it in him to break up with his girlfriend. He kissed me on the forehead that night, and I thought my chance with him was over.
The next time we were schedule to work together I made sure to dress in the cutest clothes I had (I was working on a phone assembly line so I couldn’t go too far, obviously. But it’s not like there were actual clothing guidelines for us – just nothing too loose fitting). I wore my cutest jeans, a low cut/crop t-shirt and opted to leave my bra at home – hey, it was the night shift – I wanted to be comfortable 😜. I did my hair, made sure my make-up was on point, and wore my perfume.
We were seated across the tables from each other, and chatted and laughed the whole time we were working. I caught him looking at my tits so many times. One time he saw me catch him looking, he looked me dead in the eye, bit his lip smiling, and winked. I know my face went so red. My heart raced. I knew I had him.
On my ‘lunch’ break, which was an hour, he walked past me and bent over and said to me “meet me in the parts room in 5 minutes” – he didn’t say parts room, but there was a room where all the unbuilt parts sat – I just forget what it was called. Anyway, he told me to meet him there in a few minutes. I just said ok. After he left, i ran to the bathroom, checked my hair, looked at my make up to see if it was ok – nothing I could do if it wasn’t but I checked anyway.
When I went into the parts room he was back there, he didn’t hesitate, he walked straight over to me, pushing me up against a will and started kissing me. As he pressed his body against mine I could feel his hard cock grind into me, and I I could tell my pussy was getting wet. He slid his hands up my shirt, squeezing my tits, and tugging on my nipples as he kissed me. I was dying, I’d wanted his hands on me so badly for so long. I reached down and undid his pants, and managed to slide one hand down his jeans to hold onto his throbbing cock. My hand got wet with is pre-cum. I raised my arms and he lifted my shirt up and over my head. He bend down and started to kiss my tits while I continued to play with his cock, and try my best to get his pants to fall to the ground.
I finally got his pants down, and I knelt down and started to kiss his cock. I kissed the tip, and I distinctly remember a strand of pre-cum stuck to my lips, I looked up at him to smile. He gave me an approving smile. I gently ran my tongue from the base of his cock up one side, and kissed the tip, then down the other side before giving his balls some oral attention. I ran my tongue back up to the tip before taking the whole thing in my mouth.
I dont remember exactly when he ended up sitting down, but he was seated on some boxes while I gave him the best blowjob I could muster. I knew this may be my only chance with him, so I had to make it count – and make it last. I just kept gently tickling his testicles while I continued to slowly suck him, my spit dripping down onto my hand.
When he finally did cum he didnt warn me, I gagged on his cum, and had to regain myself so I could swallow. I just looked up at his face and enjoyed the look of pleasure/pain as he kept squirting loads of cum into my mouth.
We never fucked, we never hooked up again, after a few years I know he broke up with his other girlfriends and is remarried to someone else now. But that night with him will always be special to me. I didnt love many of the men I messed around with in my 20’s, but I think I loved him. He treated me right. Ya I sucked his dick at work, but everytime we’d gone out together, every moment we spent together he was a gentleman. He looked out for me. He protected me. When I was drinking, he wouldnt drink so he could help me. He warned me about how flirty I was with men when I was drink. I feel like of all the men I was with, he really cared. If I met him again today I would suck his dick in a second. If you’re out there and you’re reading this, you know who I am.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11erg08/sex_on_the_night_shift_when_i_was_f20
Great story, thanks for sharing