Engineers Throw the Best Happy Hours [MF]

It all started with my promotion at work. I had been working as a freelance consultant for an architecture firm in a major city. Our large international airport launched a major expansion and gave us the bid, so I was hired full-time for the project.

During my first meeting, the CEO announced my permanent position and outlined the project. My team of architects would be working with an engineer in the company who I’d never met. I looked around the room, wondering who it would be. One guy caught my eye. He was sitting at the end of the table and looked to be around my age, maybe in his early 30s with dark hair, a little bit of scruff, and bright, curious eyes behind studious tortoise-shell glasses. I secretly hoped he would be my engineer.

After the meeting, a few people stayed in the conference room to finish the snacks and beer that were provided. I know you’re supposed to drink conservatively at work, but this was a celebration! I was getting another beer when I heard a playful voice behind me say, “Ah, so you’re a fan of stouts? I had such high hopes for this project, but now I don’t think it’s going to work out!”

I turned around and there he was. The handsome engineer was giving me a coy smile and my heart dropped. He was even more attractive up close. He had long eyelashes that framed his sparkling brown eyes. I couldn’t stop staring into them. I was caught off guard, so all I could do was laugh and say, “I take it you’re an IPA man?” He smirked and said, “Actually, I prefer gin and tonics. They don’t have those stubborn bottle caps…” as he took my stout from my hand and twisted off the top. Even though I felt dumb I had been trying to use a bottle opener, I was too taken aback by his confidence to be embarrassed. He followed up with, “They don’t call me an engineer for nothing!”

Just then, the CEO walked up and said, “Ah, Kim! I see you’ve met Spencer. I’m sure you two will be a great team. Maybe you can put your minds together and figure out a few stress-busters for the office. Liven up the place, you know?” Spencer perked up and suggested, “I was actually thinking of organizing a happy hour event tomorrow after work.” The CEO looked delighted and offered to cover the entire tab for the event.

Before I left work the next day, I received a ping on Slack from Spencer, “Hey! Are you planning on coming to happy hour tonight? I’d love to see you!” I agreed and headed to the bar after work. He was already there, talking to a couple of the other engineers, but he immediately waved me over as soon as I entered the door. It was obvious he was 2 or 3 drinks in. I stopped by the bar on my way to the table and ordered a stout. As I approached the table, he made his friend scoot over so I could sit next to him. He greeted me with a innocent, “Glad you could make it!” but the hand squeezing my knee under the table suggested he hadn’t just invited me for drinks and small talk.

Our table chatted for awhile and I finished my beer. More people had shown up for happy hour, but Spencer seemed focused on only talking to me. He asked what I wanted to drink, “Another stout?” I declined, but offered, “I’d love if you could convince me to like gin and tonics!” to which he leaned in and said, “I think I could convince you like more than that.” I looked over at the other engineers but they were deep in their own conversation. I scooted closer, “I won’t need much convincing…” and placed a reassuring hand on his inner thigh. He exhaled as I moved my hand closer to the bulge in his khakis. I ran my palm over his semi-hard cock and felt it pulse. As soon as he leaned closer, I pulled away. I always was a good tease.

We continued to drink and the group started to dwindle. We had definitely utilized the company’s tab. I had 2 stouts and 3 cocktails. Spencer had even more. We had been flirting all night and there was definitely tension between us. When our last coworker left and it was just the two of us, he put his hand on my knee and slowly ran it up my leg as he asked, “Have you been to this pub before?” I said no and he followed with, “So you don’t know about the stairwell?” I shook my head. “Well, what do you say to a tequila shot before I show you?” His hand had made its way up my skirt and his fingers were teasing. They were so close… but not touching me like I wanted. I pushed his hand away and said, “I already told you, I don’t take much convincing,” as I stood up and ordered two tequila shots from the bar.

We downed them and I grabbed my purse. He led me through the door marked “Bathrooms – upstairs” that led to a stairwell. Instead of going upstairs, he took my hand and pulled me around the corner and we went downstairs to a landing and a locked door. Once we made it to the bottom, he pulled me into him. His lips were soft, but his stubble was coarse. The contrast was perfect. He pushed his tongue into my mouth as he pulled me closer. I could feel his hard cock grinding against my hip. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled it out. It was bigger than I expected. Since when did engineers have giant dicks?

My skirt was already riding up, so he easily slid his hand between my legs. He gave me a look of surprise, “No panties?” I explained, “I took them off when I knew I’d be meeting you here.” He ran his fingers over my clit, sending a chill through my body. I leaned back against the wall as he made circles and I tried to stifle my moans. He slid two fingers inside me, but all I wanted was to ride the thick cock in my hand.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a sloppy kiss before spinning me around and bending me over toward the wall. My hands had nothing to hold onto, so his grip on my hips had all the power. He shoved my skirt up around my waist and brushed the head of his dick against my pussy. Now he was teasing me! I was so wet, he slid between my lips until his head hit my clit. I gasped and he let out a breathy moan.

I reached back and led his cock to my hole. I leaned into him, slowly applying pressure. Each time he would try to put it in, I would pull away and slowly lean back. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed my hips and thrusted into me. He was easily the biggest I’ve ever taken and the feeling was incredible. As he fucked me, he spread me so I was even tighter. I’ve never come from PIV, but fuck, I was close.

As he was pounding me into the wall, his breath quickened and his grip tightened. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he said in one syllable. As I rode his dick, I instructed, “I want you to come in me. I want to feel it drip out of me tomorrow morning during our team meeting.” He emptied his load inside of me and slowly pulled out.

We walked back upstairs and across the street to the company parking lot. He helped me to my car and wished me a good night with a peck on the cheek. We never talked about what happened that night, but he did leave a wet wipe on my desk the next morning.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5d83h4/engineers_throw_the_best_happy_hours_mf