The night I [f] went home with my hot coworker [m] | 2016

A few years ago, I found myself working at a fast food job I hated. The customers were rude, and none of my coworkers really talked to me. I'm a short, baby-faced shy young woman, so once they realized I wasn't in high school, they just assumed I was really innocent and didn't want me ruining their fun. The only thing I liked about that job was Reece, one of my coworkers. He was a tall, slender, very attractive black guy with dreadlocks, which is kind of my thing. I had fantasized about him fucking me since I first laid eyes on him.

I finally began making friends after a year of working there, when one of them found out I smoked weed and spread the word that I was "cool". Before I knew it, I was being invited to hang out with everyone after work on a regular basis, and it was great! I was finally starting to fit it with the people I had to be around every day, and I was loving every minute of it.

Me and another coworker I was friends with were supposed to be working a really late shift together one night, but the store was really slow, so we both got to leave 4 hours early. He suggested we celebrate our newfound freedom by heading to the bar to meet up with a few other coworkers who weren't scheduled to work that night, including Reece. I was a bit nervous about making a fool of myself in front of him, but little did I know, that was the least of my worries.

We arrived at the bar and spotted our other, already drunk coworkers, sat down and began chatting it up as a group. I began observing my surroundings, as I had never been to this bar before, and when I looked back toward the group, it seemed they had all left to go have a cigarette. Everyone except for Reece, that is, who was still seated a few stools away from me.

"Hey, throwaway, come sit by me!", he called over. My heart was pounding, but I was determined to play it cool. I smiled, got up, and relocated to the empty stool right next to him.

"I don't think I've ever seen you outside of work before."

I could barely hear him over the music in the bar, so I decided to just respond to everything he said with a smile and nod. So far, so good.

"So, listen...I've been drinking a bit, but uh...I really wanna give you this dick."

smile, nod - wait, WHAT? Did I hear that right? There's no way I could have heard that right. I looked at him with a look of surprise on my face, and the shit-eating grin on his face said it all. I was not expecting this, and in my confusion, I awkwardly laughed it off. He informed me that he was gonna go talk to one of our other coworkers, but to think about what he said and let him know.

He started ordering drinks to me from the other end of the bar, which I downed to work past my awkwardness and do what I really wanted to. We passed by each other multiple times throughout the night, and every time he would grab my ass and whisper things like, "I want to take you home tonight", "Let me show you what a real man can do", "I'm gonna make you feel so good later on". I was ready.

The bartender called "last call", and I found Reece sitting toward the side of the room. He told me to come sit on his lap, and I did. Then he told me to kiss him if I wanted to go home with him, and I did. We got a cab back to his place, and began feeling each other up and stripping each other naked the moment we got in the house. My jaw dropped the moment I pulled his boxers off - never in my life had I seen a dick that big. Made me want it even more. We eventually ended up in his room after leaving a trail of clothes through the house. It was abnormally dark in his room, and I couldn't see anything, but that didn't matter. He lied down in the bed on his back, pulled me on top of him, and guided himself into me. I was riding him hard, he was thrusting up into me in rhythm with my movements, and I was getting so close...but then, he just stopped moving.

"Reece?"

No response. I lightly touched his face and said his name again. This time, I got a soft snore in response. Shit, he passed out drunk during sex. I thought this shit only happened in movies! He hadn't seemed significantly drunker than I was, but I forgot to factor in that he had just as many drinks as I did while we were both there, as well as whatever he'd had to drink before I arrived. I cursed my back luck, got off of him, and went to sleep.

For the record, we fucked again when we woke up the next day, and many times after that as well, and he was really good in bed, so I'm definitely not trying to say anything bad about him or his abilities. I just get a kick out of how badly the first time went, especially having lusted after him for so long beforehand.