In college, I worked at a small coffee shop tucked into what, probably, used the be a supply closet. It was really only big enough for one person, but most of the time we had two of us in there, switching between the single stool on our side of the half-door and leaning against the espresso machine. I preferred early shifts – normally opening things up in the morning before I had class or went back to my dorm for a nap.
One semester my senior year, I normally worked the morning shift along side my roommate. One morning she sneezed basically the entire shift and by that night she was coughing and could barely speak. The next day she had two shifts, split by two hours she normally used to go to the gym. Knowing she was sick, I offered to cover the 2nd half of her double shift the next morning and suggested she find someone else to cover the first half. She got “no’s” from almost everyone until a coworker, Max, agreed to cover the first one with me.
I didn’t know Max that well. He normally worked the afternoon or evenings, but we were friendly when we did see each other. The first hour or so of the shift was a little awkward as we weren’t used to how the other one ran things. But as the last half of the shift went along, chatting became easier as we passed cups back and forth, took turns taking orders and making drinks, working efficiency in sync. Things even got a little bit flirty as we found a nice grove. By the end of the shift, both of us were comfortable giving gentle shoves and playful touches as we moved around the small space.
Max didn’t hesitate making a move when we swapped out with the next pair. He suggested we go grab breakfast at the cafeteria in the dorm next door, where he “just happened” to live. I excitedly agreed. My mind was already wandering a bit during the shift, curious what our work rapport could translate to otherwise. We ate quickly, laughing and continuing to enjoy each other’s company. I mentioned covering my roommates other shift in a little while and he immediately asked about hang out some other time. I told him we should, but I still had some time now.
We wandered down the hall to his room. It was a single (woo!) and we talked on his bed for just a couple minutes before we kissed. A few minutes of making out and Max’s hand slid down between my thighs. His fingers rubbing against my skin, moving up near my shorts while he kissed along my cheek to my neck. That’s my weak spot and I moaned softly. Taking this as a go-ahead, Max quickly worked me down onto my back, his hand pushing aside the leg of my shorts and rubbing me over my panties. I pulled his lips back to meet mine and he shifts his body accordingly, his hips moving between my legs. While we made out, he carefully began grinding against me. I clearly remember his stiff dick was perfectly along my slit, just a few layers of fabric keeping us apart. Each movement of his hips moved it along me.
That didn’t last long. I ran my hand down his side and over him. Rubbing it through his jeans, I suggested he take them off. He kissed me hard for a few seconds before crawling off me. He stood and let down his pants while I sat back up. I reach out and pulled down his boxers, letting him free and poking right at me. I stroked it a few times before he sat down next to me. We kissed again, one of my hands on his shaft, one of his grabbing at my chest.
He slowly leaned away from me back onto his bed. I followed, leaning forward until I had to climb onto my hands and knees over his body. I hung over him briefly before I crawled backward, moving down him. I kissed the head of his cock, licking the sides, gently rubbed his balls before I closed my lips around him. I bobbed up and down a few times, Max moaning each time the tip bumped the back of my throat. I glanced up at him, licking the bottom of his head. He smiled and whispered that he wanted to fuck me.
I smiled and sucked him a little longer before moving back up to kiss him briefly. I stood up to remove my shorts while he directed me to condoms in his dresser. I tossed him one and waited for him to put it on while playing with myself. I climbed over Max, straddling his waist. I grabbed his cock and positioned it for him. We both exhaled heavily while I lowered myself onto it. Max moved his hands between my chest and hips while I rocked my hips on top of him.
After a few minutes, I tossed off my work shirt, preferring to feel his hands more directly on my skin. He pushed up my sports bra, playing with my nipples directly for just a little while before he said he was going to cum. I slowed my rhythm, rocking forward carefully to slide him almost entirely out of me before back down. A few more strokes and his eyes closed, his hands grabbed my hips and pressed down, keeping him in me.
After he relaxed, I got off him and lay down next to him. We talked and kissed for a bit before I got dressed and went back to work – making sure to clean myself up in a bathroom on the way.
We never worked together again, but did go out (and hook up) a few more times before it sort of fizzled out.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9lr2si/between_shifts_fm