This is a true story and a bit of a long one.
I worked with a girl, we'll call her J, for about ten years. She joined our company just before she turned 18 and looked the very definition of cute and innocent. About 160cm tall, her look was pretty emo with shorter side swept black hair and heavy eyeliner. Mostly she would wear cut off denim shorts with nylons on and a tight vest top that clung to her slim waist and I think about C cup tits.
She was painfully shy when she started and it took almost a year before she started coming out of her shell. Once we started working together we started to hit it off despite the age difference. Our relationship was definitely a flirty one but nothing more. As time went on she confided in me more, would ask for advice and would ask about my experiences in different things. Even though we were flirty I just always thought she saw me as someone older with a bit more life experience. Although a line that always sticks in my head was the day she said to me "the older folk in here think I'm so young and innocent but they forget I grew up in the age of free Internet pornography." That sure got me wondering.
A while down the line she started seeing another guy we worked with, we'll call him M, and they seemed well matched. They both had a lot of common interests like anime, marvel and lots of similar music tastes. The two of them clearly got on well.
I liked M, he was a nice guy, and I might have this wrong because you never really know, but you could never imagine him being an animal in the bedroom. He was just too nice and a bit soft.
Round about the same time I got divorced after a fairly lengthy separation and I became quite sexually hyperactive. Every other day I had a new partner and was indulging in every kink and pervsion I could try. I was making up for lost time and wanted to try everything. J would ask about new partners and what we were getting up to and I'm not shy so I told her. She was well aware of my exploits. She always had more questions when I talked about meeting submissive women or how much I enjoyed dominating and rough play.
After a year or so of J and M being together I could clearly see that she wasn't as happy. She was much quieter, retreating back into her shell a bit. I would ask her if she was alright regularly but she would just say she was fine. We worked nightshift a lot together and quite often it would be just the two of us. We shared breaks, shared our lunches and would go out to the smokers shelter to smoke together.
We were just chatting away about mundane stuff one night at about three in the morning out in the smokers shelter. I told her I was going to get a haircut the next day and I was probably going to get my beard shaved off too. She said I should leave the beard because she thought beards were really sexy and then gave it a little stroke. There was definitely a moment there, something in the air, a shared looked, something we both caught. A little awkward silence and then we started talking again but it left something lingering.
The following night the two of us were working together again. When she came in I noticed some little differences in her right away. There was a little bit more make up, the top was lower cut and showing off more cleavage and she had on those chucks that go to just below the knee. I had told her previously that I thought it was hot when a girl wore those.
"Hey J, you're looking good, you been out with M tonight?"
She told me she hadn't but thanks.
As the shift wore on I noticed her bending over in front of me a lot more than usual. Standing closer to me when we were looking in the machine. Tits pressing against me at some points. I was definitely noticing her and I really should have started to pick up on the hints but I'm a dumbass. I mean why would someone more than ten years younger be interested in me?
Breaktime rolls around and we're back out at the smokers shelter. She's not saying much and seems distracted so I asked her if she was alright, she seemed off, what's up? She sighed, "me and M are having problems, I don't know what to do about it and I think we might break up."
I told her I was surprised, they always seemed really good together and had so much in common.
"We do but ... " and she hesitated.
"It's kind of awkward ..."
And then almost in one breath she blurted out "I've never had an orgasm with him. I mean, I don't mind, he makes me feel good, the things we do are nice but he's never been able to make me have one and he's totally paranoid about it. The more he gets pissed about it the harder it is for me to relax and I just can't have one but he just won't let it go."
Well that was alot to take in and I was sitting there trying to digest it. We've spoke about plenty of sexual things plenty of times before so I was just thinking she wanted to ask the older head for advice.
We started talking about friendship, about love, about relationships and about compatibility. I told her about my ex and I. A similar story, we had so many shared interests but we weren't particularly sexually compatible. That I sometimes thought we would have had a better friendship than relationship. I told her that ultimately I feel that you need to find someone that matches your sexual energy.
I'm paraphrasing a little but essentially I told her "there's no point in getting tickled with feathers if you really need to be spanked and fucked hard" and she looked at me wide eyed.
"He's too nice to do that."
Hesitation again
"But I want it like that"
I was about to speak again but she leaned forward and kissed me. I was stunned. Such a fucking dumbass for not picking up on the signals.
She stopped, pulled back and looked at me "sorry ... I shouldn't have ... I just ..."
And with that I leaned in and kissed her.
Within seconds our hands were all over each other. Our tongues were dancing together, we were both breathing heavy. Things were turning quickly.
We stood up and I pushed her up against the wall, still kissing deeply with my hands all over her. The moans she was making into my mouth were incredible. In that moment I became so hungry for her and she gave me that energy right back.
I took her wrists and pinned her hands above her heads with one of my hands. With the other I started pulling the buttons open on her shorts, her eyes opened wide, nodding her head at me, wanting it.
I took my hand from her wrists, bent down and pulled her shorts, nylons and panties down to her ankles in one tug. She gasped.
I stood up and put one hand around her throat.
"Is this what you want?"
She nodded.
I pulled her top up over her tits, grabbed her wrists and pinned her hands above her head again. She was trembling. She looked so fucking good. Beautiful, tight, little body and neatly trimmed pussy.
I kissed her hard again, tasting her tongue in mine, my hands all over her, pulling her tits out of the bra cups, pinching her nipples, squeezing her tits. She was moaning so hard and just letting me do it.
My hand went down her body and found her clit. I started rubbing circles on it, she was pushing her pelvis out to meet my hand.
"Spread your legs" and she opened them as much as you can with shorts round your ankles.
"Keep your hands on your head and don't move them"
I went down on my knees in front of her then quickly sunk two fingers into her pussy. She was ready for it, already soaking. She gasped so loud. I looked up and she had her hands clasped tight on top of her head. With the other hand I started circling her clit with my thumb, then another finger inside. By now she was just a stream of swearing. "Oh fuck, fuck yes, fuck ... fuck... fucking yes"
I was fucking her pussy hard with my fingers. The noises were incredible, she was so wet.
I stood back up,grabbed her throat again and kissed her hard. My hand rubbing her clit faster. Her arms went round my neck and she was pulling me tighter to her. After only a minute or so she started bucking against my hand. Noises coming from her that I couldn't tell if they were words, moans or a combination of them both.
And then ... almost whispering "fuck, don't stop, please don't stop, yes, yes, fuuuuuucck"
And she came. Hard. Her pussy squirted like a dam released. Her legs buckled and I caught her, her arms still wrapped around my neck. We just stood there for a few minutes. I held her exposed body to me tight until the shaking died down. When it stopped I helped her get herself together.
She reached up and kissed me.
We walked back into work together. She asked me not to tell anyone what had happened which I wouldn't have done anyway and then said she had some things to think about.
The next few hours were a bit of a blur. I hoped to talk to her at the end of the shift but she left before I did. Between different shifts and days off I didn't see her for another two weeks. I tried calling and messaging her but got no response. I figured that she regretted it so I didn't push it. Turns out I was wrong but that's another story. If this one gets a decent response I'll write more about her.