Recently, I decided to take a part-time job at a restaurant that is an hours drive from my house. Someone that worked there asked for my help on weekends and so I thought I would give it a shot.
I figured it would be a good opportunity to make some extra money and meet some new people, it would be something fun for me to do.
Right away I noticed things are pretty cutthroat. The waitresses would work against each other. The cooks would work against each other. It was a really stressful situation right from the jump. The Chef was younger than a lot of Chefs I had seen before and it was one of the few times I would see the waitresses and cooks agree that he was very bossy and mean. I figured they hadn’t been around the industry for a while, because he was pretty nice for a Chef. Plus, I thought he was hot.
One night when I was emptying the vacuum cleaner in the dumpster, he was standing outside smoking.
“Hey can I hit that?” I asked him.
He shrugged and handed it over. “You think you guys will be done soon?” he asked.
“I have a few more things to finish up but the other girls seem to be nearly finished now. I promise I will hurry up,” I handed the cigarette back and turned to go back in.
As I opened the door, the other girls were heading out. They told me to just finish up and that the chef would lock up. I nodded and went to finish what I was doing. I just had to drag some tables back into place.
The tables were heavy and it took me longer than I thought it would to move only one. I felt someone standing behind me and I turned to see the chef shaking his head and he moved to help.
“I can’t leave until you do,” he reminded me.
“How altruistic of you,” I told him which made him laugh.
We finished moving the tables and went to go get our jackets from the small walk in storage room close to the door.
We both went into the small room to put together our things. I dropped my bag and I immediately bent over to get it without considering the small space. My ass bumped up against the front of him and he grunted. I shot to a standing position and spun around to apologize. He was very close though and there was less than a few inches between us. The apology I had ready died on my lips as he leaned forward into me, his hand braced on the wall behind me.
He was moving so slow so I rose up to meet him and we kissed. At first it was just a regular kiss but I took it to the next level, pressing my body against his and I kissed him harder. I had time to think “fuck it” before my hands were busy pulling at his clothes.
He responded by helping me undo his shirt and then pulling my shirt over my head. Standing in just my bra and my slacks, I wrapped my legs around his waist as we continued to kiss.
He set me on the bench along the wall. I watched him begin to unbuckle his pants so I quickly pushed my slacks down my legs and turned to face the wall. I could hear the sounds of him undoing his buckles on his belt and his pants and I felt heat build between my legs and I knew I was already soaking wet.
He used one hand to push my back so I was in a bent position, my knees on the bench and he moved in behind me.
“Hurry” I told him, wanting to get to the next part, and he did.
He pushed into me from behind, and I bit down on my lip hard. He began moving behind me and I felt the heat continue to build between my legs. I couldn’t see him but I could see his one hand braced against the wall in front of me as he pounded into me from behind. Harder and faster, I was unable to stop myself from moaning and crying out as the waves of pleasure pulsed through me.
When I came, I felt my pussy tighten around his dick and he was unable to stop himself from moaning at the sensation. His breathing got louder and I felt his dick grow somehow harder and bigger in me as he raced towards his finish.
I cried out as he let out a final moan. He slowly pulled out of me and I straightened. We put our clothes back the way they were supposed to be and left the building.
I don’t know if it will happen again, but I did overhear someone saying the next day that he was being so much less of a dick than the day before.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t6r0g9/i_may_have_a_thing_about_getting_fucked_at_work_f
Good writing as always. Are you a heavy smoker?