I finally slept with my work crush [FM]

Hello, r/gonewildstories! I created this account just so I could write this down.

I’ve been a lurker on this subreddit for a while, on another account, and wanted to add my own amazing experience. I also feel like there are not enough women narrated stories on here. As much as I love reading about how men experience women, I personally do a lot more of experiencing men (soapbox over)

It’s been on my mind for weeks and I just cannot seem to get over it. I mean this is like constant. Every time I close my eyes I see and feel everything like it just happened. I can’t believe this happened because this guy is so young… I feel like a pervert but after how it happened I don’t know what to feel anymore.

A little background:

I [25 F] work as a server and bartender at a restaurant in a small city. We are super busy during the warmer months but during the cold ones our whole city is basically a ghost town. M[20] (we’ll call him Gage) works as a line cook in the kitchen. Our restaurant is in an old brownstone building. The kitchen is in the basement and our dining room is on the first floor. Servers are required to run down into the basement to grab their food orders or a food runner will bring them upstairs, depending on how busy we are.

This happened on a cooler evening. We had only had about three tables the entire evening and everyone was bored out of their minds. The boys in the kitchen are a lot of fun, always joking around, listening to music. But one of the cooks, Gage, was different.

I don’t know how to explain it, but it was like he had a lot of soul. When we made eye contact I could feel so much more. It was a really strange sensation that I have only experienced with one ex. It felt ethereal, maybe we had highly compatible pheromones. Is that a thing? It sounds like it’s a thing. Either way, it felt like electricity between us. Like I could feel his energy when we were close, I knew if he was walking up to me, I almost felt like I could read his mind. Maybe he could read mine too and that’s how all of this happened…

Often when I would come down into the basement to pick up an order he would say my name, or clap for me, or ask me a silly question. At first I never thought anything of it, yeah he was really cute, probably around 6’1, maybe a little chubby, dirty blonde hair, but extremely well dressed outside of work and had the sweetest smile and DIMPLES, the damned dimples. But he was 20! Way too young for me.

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I am an attractive woman, and I know that most men like what they see. I’m 5’7, 115 pounds, B cup breasts, 25 inch waist, 36 inch ass, collarbone length brown hair. You get it. I look pretty okay. My face isn’t horrible either.

After a couple weeks I found myself wearing more makeup when I went into work, I always made sure to wear my high waisted leggings that really do a number on my ass. I would take my time when I would go into the basement to encourage more conversation or spend more time with my back turned to him, or bending over “stretching”. Sometimes I would stand on the steps and look at my phone just in case he wanted to keep looking. It took a while until I realized what exactly I was doing. Wow. I wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to stare at me and want me.

After months of flirting with each other every time we were in the same room and hundreds of, what felt to me to be, intense eye contact, we finally hit a slow night. I spent most of the evening in the kitchen joking around with Gage and the other cooks. He was especially heavy on teasing me that evening. The shift went on and the next thing I knew it was time to close up shop. The kitchen was often done cleaning before the floor because we usually had some straggling customers that would stick around for forty minutes after close.

Gage was sitting at the bar having a drink (because fuck the law, right?) like he did at the end of every shift. I was working the bar and serving that night so I decided to hang around behind the bar and chat him up. He changed out of his grungy work clothes and into a nice cable knit sweater and khakis. I asked him where he was going dressed up and he said “just trying to look cute for some girl at work” and smiled his slightly crooked teeth and prominent dimples showing. He knew. My face got hot, I just laughed and walked away from the bar, my heart racing.

Now, being 25 years old, I have been sexually active for about 10 years. I usually get what I want when it comes to men and I don’t get nervous too easily. Why was he making me shake? I couldn’t even think of something to say. What if he thought that he weirded me out? That’s the last thing I wanted him to think. I wanted him to take me right then and there. I had to redeem myself.

I walked back behind the bar, just about to open my mouth and say something witty when he started, “Oh man, I gotta show you something downstairs.” Here we go again. My heart started right back up, my palms were starting to sweat. My tongue felt like it had swelled up in my mouth, all I could do was nod. He hopped off of the bar stool and started towards the stairs. I watched him for a moment before following. I told my coworker that I had everything handled and they were free to clock out and go home, I could close up alone tonight.

And there we were. Together alone in the kitchen. I felt like my eyes were darting around I was so nervous. So stupid to feel so nervous. If we DID fuck he probably wouldn’t last very long, he’s so inexperienced. Wait? Why am I thinking that we’re going to have sex?? Stop getting ahead of yourself, girl. He’s probably actually going to show you something work related. You perv.

So there I was.. just looking at him, looking at me, then looking away. He started to walk back towards to wine cellar. Okay, good, maybe he wants to try a bottle of something that was delivered today. Duh, that’s definitely what he wants to do.

The hallway to the wine cellar is very narrow, and recently we’ve had a small table that no one has taken the time to break apart since at least July, against one wall. Only one of us could fit through at a time. He walked sideways around the table and gestured for me to follow, so I did. “What are you trying to show me? Did they deliver something that looked interesting today? Can I even legally serve you? Are you calling the cops?” He smiled at me and said nothing. When I was reaching the opposite side of the table I stumbled over one of the legs. He caught me by my waist. When I was situated and standing up straight, he kept his hand there. I looked up at him and chuckled “I’m so clumsy, it’s a miracle I haven’t killed myself down here”. I moved to the other side of the table completely now, his hand was no longer on my waist.

We kind of stood awkwardly for a moment. It was then that I realized that I was incredibly aroused. Being alone with him and the intense heat and energy that existed between us, I could actually feel myself throbbing. Everywhere. This first part is a real blur to me because I was so nervous. He inched himself closer to me, brought his thick long fingers to my head and touched my hair. I just had to do it, I had to have balls. I looked up towards him and pressed my mouth against his. He reciprocated. I brought my hands up to his head and ran it through his hair. He traced his hand from my cheek bone to my shoulder, to my left breast, to my waist.

We were breathing each other in now. It felt so primal and raw. Nothing was going through my mind but how his tongue felt on mine and his hands felt on my waist, hips, the tops of my thighs, the rounds of my ass. The way his soft hair felt trickling between my fingers.

Maybe it was from the lack of oxygen or the utter ecstasy of what was happening, I collapsed against the wall. Creating more space between our bodies, our mouths not parting for one moment. Now it was my turn for some body exploration.

I started to slowly take my hands from his head and move them softly to his neck. I traced my thumb against his Adams apple and worked my way around his broad shoulders. Realizing now how much bigger he is than me, I started to feel even hotter. He was holding himself up against the wall with one arm and holding my face with the other. I brought both of my hands up to his face and cupped his jaw and I pulled away. “What the fuck” I whispered, he laughed lightly and shrugged. Fuck it.

We started making out again, only this time we knew we were going to go all the way. I grabbed his belt and tugged it slightly away from his body. He stepped closer to me. I lay my right hand against his cock. I could feel that he was already hard. I smiled with his mouth still on mine, causing him to smile. And there we were, smiling messes, cheesing and so hot and ready for what was about to happen.

I went to unbutton his pants, which he allowed, but before I could pull his cock from his briefs he turned me towards the table we had just snuck past. Before I knew what was happening he had my leggings down past my ass and was caressing my clit with his finger tips.

Now, I’m hard to please. Fingering usually doesn’t do it for me. But this was something else. He gently pinched my clit between his index and middle finger, teasing me by going deeper towards my opening, but not penetrating it. All the while I was stroking his cock through his underwear. I’m realizing now that he is very well endowed, I can barely get my whole hand around his cock through the fabric.

I was sweating at this point, I wanted something in me, now. I begged him to fuck me, we made eye contact, that burning other worldly, no words for it… he held his breath for a moment before releasing on a sigh, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Okay, where did this boy learn to fuck?? I’ve been with older men and nothing has been this hot, no one has touched me like this, made me feel so raw.

He picked me up and slid my bare ass onto the tabletop. I was leaning back holding myself up with my elbows and forearms so I could lift my legs higher into to air. My leggings still on below my knee.

He knelt down in front of me and started to gently kiss the top of my pussy, while softly teasing my opening again. I tried pushing myself towards him to force his finger to penetrate me but each time I tried he would move his hand away entirely. Brat. He pushed my legs closer to my head and began to suck my clit and lick from bottom to top. His tongue felt so warm against my soft folds. I began to shudder and moan softly. Once I started to moan I heard him making his own soft sounds. This felt amazing against my body, he liked this. I thought maybe I should moan just a little bit more to see what he would do. I moaned again, this time just a tiny bit louder. I felt him pick up the pace. He placed his fingers around the opening to my pussy again, but this time instead of lingering there he finally shoved them in me.

I felt shockwaves spread through my whole body up my spine, causing my nipples to harden and my toes to curl above his head. He started a slow rhythm of fucking me with one finger and gently sucking and kissing my clit. I began to feel the warmth of an oncoming orgasm. I told him I was about to cum and he pulled his hand out of me, pushed my legs down, and pulled me into an upright position and began kissing me again. Now sitting, I could see that he had his cock in his free hand and had been stroking himself while he was eating me out. Fuck. His cock was beautiful. Slightly curved up, thick, not too long, and uncut.

Nothing had to be said. He pulled my leggings off all the way and spread my legs apart. We kept kissing, his gorgeous fat cock inches from my dripping yearning pussy. I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed his cock and angled it towards my opening. I swear we were both holding our breath as I guided his body into mine. We sighed into each other. “You look fucking amazing” he said under his breath, giving me goosebumps.

“Oh fuck” I whispered a few times into his ear. After a few more strokes I was unable to articulate anything anymore and was only able to moan. He put his hand over my mouth and lowered me down completely onto the table. Now able to bury himself even deeper, it took only a few seconds for that warm feeling to come back to me. Before I knew it I was cumming all over his cock. I bucked my hips up and brought my hands to his hand over my mouth, slipping one of his fingers inside of my mouth, and moaned. My legs shaking, he held himself inside me for a moment before pulling out and cumming all over my hips and thighs.

He lowered himself back over me for a moment and kissed me passionately, cum still dribbling out of the tip of his cock. My legs still shaking, he helped me sit up. My vision blacked out momentarily feeling intoxicated from his presence. We kissed again. He found a rag and wiped me clean, helped me pull my leggings back up. We giggled the whole time, kissing randomly and smiling at each other.

He quit two weeks later and I haven’t seen him since but damn… I would love a round two.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/78teo0/i_finally_slept_with_my_work_crush_fm