I fucked a coworker after she went down on me in a carwash [MF]

This was more than a decade ago, so I apologize if the details are fuzzy. At points it might not be an exact quote, but just the general idea of what was said.

I was working at a tech company just trying to build up a decent savings and retirement while I figured out what I really wanted to be doing. Most of the people working there were family types who were settled into their lives already. Married, raising kids, and comfortable, so I never really looked for anything/anyone at work.

After about 6 months though, I began to notice this redhead in the break room. It was a large company with hundreds of employees, so even after half a year I didn’t know everyone by name (especially people working in other departments/projects). She would always smile at me, probably waiting for me to strike up conversation, but I was young and shy then, so I’d just smile back. She had looooong curly bright red hair, freckles, big bright greenish-blue eyes, and for such a small woman (about 160cm and maybe 50kg) a phat ass that you can’t ignore – and she knew it. Every time she came to the break room I’d see her sway her hips to accentuate her curvy tush. Mesmerizing.

There was a company chat program for quietly reaching other employees, but everyone used it to just kill time. We had profile pics in the directory so I quickly found her: Kayla. I messaged her and got back “Well hello handsome ;) I thought you were going to put on the strong silent act forever!” Now I’m almost always oblivious to interest from the opposite sex, but this time I immediately knew where this would be heading.

We would chat all day every day after that, and began taking breaks together. We’d walk around the building to stretch the legs after sitting behind a desk half the day. The way we both leaned into our conversations Kayla and I would be stepping all over each other. We talked openly about everything: religion, politics…and especially sex. Kayla was incredibly flirty and everything became a sex joke instantly. Her jokes usually revolved around her being snarky and then when I would get mock annoyed with her trolling she’d respond “Just stuff a cock in my mouth if you want me to shut up :P It would be the best head of your life ;)” Of course, being that we were walking around the perimeter of our office, this wasn’t exactly feasible, but I did enjoy imagining it. On the one hand, there’s this gorgeous redhead just begging for it. On the other, I didn’t want office drama or awkward mornings after so I was content with endless flirting.

Weeks passed of her constantly trying to make me feel uncomfortable with her blatant sex talk, but I tried not to take the bait. Until one day we were on lunch together and my car was filthy so I swung through one of those automated car washes at a gas station. Kayla was in a particularly bratty mood, and as I rolled my car into position she said “ugh what are we going to do trapped in this car for a whole 8 minutes?” I jokingly said, “If you’re really that bored, you could always give me this amazing head you’re always boasting about.”

She was surprised I was playing along for once, but only missed one beat before she said, “You’d be finished before the carwash was.” Not one to take an accusation of being a minute man lightly I responded, “There’s no way you’d get me off before the blow dry.” She just glared at me trying to appear angry as part of our faux bickering, but her smirk was creeping through as she wordlessly pulled a hair tie from her purse.

“What’s that for?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She pulled her curls back and tied them up out of her face. She had a mischievous twinkle in her blue-green eyes as she reached for my belt. I feigned stopping her, putting my hand on her wrist, but there was no strength or force in my grip. She brushed my had aside as she said, “You’re not getting out of it now.” I looked around and realized no one would be able to see us unless they were standing directly in line with the one window to the left, which was blocked from standing room by a row of bushes.

I helped her with the belt as she tugged at my fly in a hurry, not wanting to lose any time. Her hand closed around my now growing cock. “Fuck, you’re bigger than I expected,” she said with what sounded like nervous laughter. I’m only a little above average, but from our frequent talks it had become clear that Kayla had mostly been with guys who were on the low end of average or smaller. “It’s a good thing I don’t have a gag reflex,” she said as my dick sprung free of my boxers.

She leaned in, holding eye contact for as long as she could before her lips met the tip of my cock. She sucked on it for a few moments, her tongue swirling around my glans sending shocks of pleasure through me. Then suddenly she plunged down swallowing inch after inch until I felt her nose against my abdomen. I felt my head push past the back of her mouth and into the opening of her throat. It felt amazing, so tight with unbroken suction.

Kayla began bobbing her head up and down, picking up in pace with every stroke. I instinctively put a hand on the back of her head, grasping at the base of her messy ponytail. On the up stroke I’d give her hair a little tug as her lips came away from my throbbing erection, and when she went back down I’d push gently to get that extra centimeter further down her throat. I don’t remember much after this, honestly. I was transfixed on the feeling of her mouth and tongue on my cock.

It began to get brighter, and I realized I was so focused on what was happening that my car had made it to the drying phase. It took every bit of my willpower to pull Kayla up by her ponytail. She struggled against my gentle but firm hold at first, her lips trying to reconnect with my cock as a strand of what must have been spit and pre-cum stretched between us. I quickly zipped/buckled my pants as she finally gave up, gasped for air, and straightened her hair.

“That doesn’t count” she said after catching her breath. “You stopped me before we exited.” My head was spinning, probably half because of shock and half because of the lack of blood in my brain due to it all rushing to my dick so quickly.

“Look, I don’t care what counts or not, that was amazing,” I said as I got my bearings and tried to focus on driving back to the office.

Kayla just grinned and responded, “You know I’ve been waiting months to do that, right?”

The rest of the day was a haze. I was just killing time staring at the clock and reliving that feeling of Kayla’s tongue running up and down my shaft. Then I got a message from her: “We should get drinks after work don’t you think ;)”

“That might be the best idea ever,” I responded eagerly. I met her at a local brewery down the street from the office, and we had our fancy beers while we flirted. She grabbed at my cock under the table seeing how embarrassed (and hard) she could make me in public. The time flew by and suddenly it was 2am and time to go. We walked to our cars, and I realized neither of us were sober enough to drive.

“I’ll call a taxi,” I said.

Kayla just shook her head no as she leaned against me. “Why don’t we just stay here and sober up a bit?” she said in a playful tone.

“Oh yeah? And what will we do in the meantime?” I said already knowing the answer. Kayla stopped leaning on me, squared off directly in front of me and steadied herself by holding me by each bicep.

“I will fuck you right here in this parking lot,” she said dead serious, “I can’t fucking wait for a taxi. I need you inside me. Now.”

I took a moment to process this, because it was weird hearing Kayla be so deliberate, serious and demanding, then I said, “get in the backseat” as I opened the door for her. We both slid in and started making out. I had never kissed someone so hungrily, so frantically, as if it had been years without feeling another person’s touch. As if the world was ending and this was the last chance to feel something.

My hand went up Kayla’s top, pushing under the fabric of her bra to feel a nice little handful topped by a perky nipple. I pinched the little pencil eraser-like nub and rolled it gently back and forth between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned and then pushed me away to take off her top and bra with surprising speed for someone who was struggling to stand without wobbling a moment ago. Kayla pulled open my pants and giggled happily as my fully erect cock sprung free, swaying back and forth in her face.

“It’s beautiful,” she said.

“Shut up” I responded at her teasing.

“No really,” Kayla assured, “You have a beautiful penis. I could just kiss it.” So she did.

Until that day no one had ever made out with my cock, but it’s a great feeling. Having someone giving your shaft kisses up and down, rubbing their lips along your length as their breath gives little gusts of warmth, and heavy tongue-swirling lip-smacking smooches on the tip of your cock has got to be one of the best feelings in the world. I stuffed a hand down the back of Kayla’s leggings to feel that amazing ass I had watched swaying for so many months now as this stunning woman worshiped my dick. I was in heaven leaning my head back against the headrest when I realized there were headlights pointing our way.

A police car rolled through the parking lot slowly, and I didn’t think only acted. Ducking down below the window I simultaneously pushed Kayla’s head all the way down my shaft. I heard her whimper in surprise but to her credit she took it all without gagging or fighting back. Fight or flight kicked in mixed with the intense pleasure of Kayla’s cocksucking skills and the satisfying feeling of a woman whimpering on my cock, and I was over the edge. I moaned softly trying not to draw too much attention but I gripped the back of Kayla’s head tightly and began bucking into her mouth as pulse after pulse of my cum filled her throat. I could feel her gulping it all down somehow and the contraction of her swallows only made my orgasm more intense.

What was likely only seconds felt like minutes, but eventually the police cruiser continued rolling on by. There were many cars in the lot left by others too drunk to drive, so our cars weren’t suspicious beyond the slightly cracked windows. I pulled Kayla up and kissed her.

“You’re still so hard” she said in wonder, “I need it in me.”

Kayla slid her leggings and panties off as I threw aside my shirt. I sat in the center of the backseat as she climbed on top, straddling me with her knees on either side of me and her tits in my face. I felt the warmth of her slit as she angled on top of me, rubbing her clit back and forth across my tip. I took two handfuls of that wondrous ass, sucked a thick nipple into my mouth and then guided her down onto my slick cock. She was so wet I could feel it matting my pubic hair.

“Sorry,” Kayla said embarrassed, “I get really really wet.” Which I knew from our very open talks about sex.

“I know,” I told her, “It’s really hot. You feel so amazing.” And with that I pulled her hips all the way down as I thrusted up. My cock filling her dripping wet pussy, Kayla began to moan, then it became a scream of ecstasy, and suddenly she was quivering as her pussy spasmed on my cock. Holy fuck, I realized she was cumming from the first pump.

Kayla collapsed forward onto me, and my face was buried in a downpour of curls. She moaned into my chest hair, and all I could do was hold her as she shook. Her wetness was drenching my thighs. After a few seconds of gasping breath, she began rocking back and forth on my cock again. Grinding her clit into me, she looked up and kissed me deeply. Her pace picked up until she was bouncing on my cock, and if she were any taller her head would’ve hit the roof.

At some point I had a vague notion that we were getting pretty loud with the windows cracked in this otherwise silent parking lot, but it didn’t really matter to me anymore. She came 3 more times riding me as I groped her rump and sucked her tits. Eventually she turned around and rode me reverse cowgirl, leaning forward onto the center console. Watching her ass shake as it bounced up and down on my cock, I could feel a second orgasm reaching its peak.

Gripping her by the hips, I fucked her as fast as I could. The sound of her ass slapping against my hips was my new favorite beat. Kayla moaned, “Fuck yes, cum in me! Fill me up!” That did it. I felt spurt after spurt of my jizz blasting into her. It could have been 45 seconds or 45 minutes for all I knew, but the waves of pleasure that rolled over me as my cock twitched inside her were better than any drug in the world.

I don’t remember the aftermath very well. I remember us both raving about each other and kissing in between compliments, and searching around the backseat in the dark trying to find underwear and socks and bras. And I remember her saying, “Oh fuck it’s 4 in the morning! I have work in 2 hours.” It dawned on me that meant I had work in 3 hours then. Thankfully we were both quite sober by now, if drenched in sweat and pussy juices.

She hurried to her car, but was limping sort of from the hours of fucking. I felt bad about it, but also smugly pleased with myself.

That wasn’t the last time we fucked, but it was the most intense sex I’d had up to that point in my life. Anyway, I’m a dirty older (36) man with plenty (maybe a dozen or so) more sex highlights worth writing out if you’d like to hear them.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f4uodm/i_fucked_a_coworker_after_she_went_down_on_me_in